Chapter 749 Lonely

This kind of thing is actually considered normal... After all, not many residents in the shelter would regard these undead as their own kind. In the eyes of many people, they are not much different from mutant creatures.

Most human beings' attitude towards the living dead is actually the same as the Europeans who first landed on the American continent towards the indigenous Indians...

For this situation, Qi Lin has nothing to do. These things will never be changed because of the attitude of individual people. Racial conflicts have always been the most complicated contradictions among human beings... This point, just look at the so-called The United States, the "melting pot of nations", can know it. Although the United States passed the "Affirmative Rights Act" and other legislative measures to abolish the racial segregation system as early as the 1960s, until the outbreak of the Third World War, the differences between different races in the United States Prejudice and discrimination still exist.

This is true between human beings, let alone the living dead who are no longer human beings.

There was nothing of value in the zombie village, and Qi Lin had no interest in searching for it. After taking a last look, he returned to the vehicle and continued heading north.

Qi Lin's speed was not very fast. In order to react in time, both guns were loaded with bullets.

B-level piranhas have already appeared, and no one is sure that there will be some ghosts and snakes blocking the way——The difficulty of the game in "Rules of Wasteland Survival" has actually been lowered by the mastermind, even if the entire game world The difficulty has been upgraded twice, but it is still not as good as the real wasteland world.

Of course, except for those things like Kuroshio and Parasite that were created at the whim of the mastermind.

Due to the existence of piranhas, this area is still safe for the time being... But this kind of safety can't last long-the high-level mutant creatures all have a certain induction with each other, and within a few days, the nearby high-level The mutated creatures will find out about the death of the B-level piranha, and by then, the place will be occupied by other high-level mutated creatures.

The piranha can be regarded as a relatively "gentle" existence of high-level mutant creatures. After all, its predation method is relatively passive, and it rarely actively attacks prey in its territory. It is precisely for this reason that those zombies set their settlements In the territory of this B-rank piranha.

Qi Lin passed through this valley and was about to take a rest, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a mountain depression on the right from the corner of his eye, and there seemed to be some abnormal situation.

Qi Lin took a closer look, only to find that it was a tent built with rags, but the surface of the tent was covered with a layer of mud. It is really not easy to find at a glance.

"A single tent?"

Qi Lin can be sure that this is not the trace left by the human dispatched team. All the teams dispatched to the surface are powerful and well-equipped. Even the tents they are equipped with are made of special fabrics with optical camouflage effects. The concealment is much better than this dirty and broken little tent in the mountain col.

Moreover, this tent has obviously been here for a long time. According to the Thunder Falcon Team's tactical manual, anyone who leaves the camp must completely erase the traces left behind. It is best not to leave even footprints, let alone a trace. A complete tent.

"Are they the lone zombies... or the 'eliminated ones' who were exiled to the ground?"

Apart from dispatching teams, there are only two types of creatures that can build tents. In Qi Lin's memory, before the "Wasteland Survival Code" eliminated players and they would not be killed by the mastermind, every shelter seemed to have A group of eliminated people with extreme attitudes were exiled to the ground... But not only did these exiled guys not carry any supplies, they even had their clothes and pants taken off...

Without even clothing to keep out the cold, more than ninety percent of the exiles probably wouldn't survive the first night.

Even within the organization, it is not clear whether there are any exiles on the ground who have survived to this day.

Qi Lin quietly touched over, but when he approached the tent, he found that there was no one inside.

There is no dust accumulation at the entrance and exit of the tent. This shows that this tent should not be abandoned here, but the owner of the tent is temporarily out.

After thinking for a moment, Qi Lin hid behind a big rock and waited for the owner of the tent to return.

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Qi Lin waited for almost an hour. A somewhat lame zombie limped towards the tent. It was wearing a T-shirt full of holes and a pair of clothes that were almost as dirty as loess. Wearing overalls, it was holding a fat bloodthirsty rat corpse in one hand and a simple hunting trap in the other.

Just when the zombie was about ten meters away from the tent, it suddenly dropped the prey and traps in its hands, pulled out a homemade blowgun from its waist, and looked around warily.

Obviously, the zombie set some hidden marks around the tent before leaving, and Qi Lin accidentally destroyed the marks, letting the other party know that an uninvited guest had been here.

Seeing this situation, Qi Lin naturally didn't need to hide. Holding a large-caliber assault rifle, he stood up directly from behind the stone.

"The person who came up from the ground?!" The zombie was startled, and quickly pointed the blowing arrow at Qi Lin.

Although Qi Lin has a gun in his hand, the distance between the two sides is less than 30 meters now, and blowing arrows also have good lethality at this distance.

"I think... maybe we can talk." In order to show sincerity, Qi Lin lowered his gun first.

"Talk about...what?" The zombie still maintained his posture of aiming at Qi Lin and asked in a somewhat vague voice.

"I won't hurt you, I just want to ask for some information."

"If you want to ask for information, you can go to the hills in the south. There is a village there, which is full of 'mutants' like me. There are many of them, and they know more things." The zombie said.

Zombies never call themselves zombies, they generally call themselves "mutants."

"The guys in that village wanted to kill me. They led me to the site of that piranha flower... But I was lucky enough to survive. I have killed all the zombies in that village." Qi Lin did not Choose to hide, since the lone zombie in front of him knew the existence of that zombie village, but did not live with those zombies, it can be seen that they should not be the same.

Hearing the news that Qi Lin slaughtered the entire zombie village, the lone traveler didn't show any surprised reaction, but asked with some doubts: "I know that piranha...how did you survive?"

"How did I survive? It's very simple. I killed that piranha flower." Qi Lin shrugged.

"This is impossible!"