The second alien they encountered in the wilderness was captured by Meng Yi and his companions without any danger.
When Meng Yi cut off the left ear of the canine monster with a sword, its body, riddled with bullet holes and entangled with Cen Qiyun, collapsed into pieces of flesh on the ground.
The half-open dog mouth that had been eating non-stop slowly stopped moving.
"This thing." Meng Yi looked at the ear in his hand and looked at Cen Qiyun with a frown. "Can you tell me its price?"
"It looks like eighth- or ninth-tier material. We'll need to go to the city to find out the details. The Merit Exchange Office has a special identification array."
Cen Qiyun reloaded his revolver and said casually, "Or we can buy the corresponding portable array plate. That thing is a bit expensive."
Meng Yi nodded, carefully wrapped the material in linen, and placed it in the interlayer of the package.
He also covered the bloodstains with dirt.
Now they don't have to carry their own backpacks anymore, they have to do the hard work.
A dead corpse.
There are also clothes on the corpse and two bottles of medicine. I don’t know what kind they are, so I’ll put them away first. Don’t think about the money. Who would bring money with them when leaving the city?
Meng Yi was a little surprised that he didn't see the other party's package.
However, there was a big hole in the abdomen of this guy, which made him look very ugly, and the bloody smell would easily attract foreign bodies.
Meng Yi ignored Cen Qiyun's strange look. He first condensed a dozen flesh and blood bombs and stuffed them into the corpse puppet's stomach. Then he covered his wounds with mud and froze them.
The corpse puppet bomb is ready!
He was reluctant to use up the blood and flesh reserves he brought from the city, so all the blood and flesh bombs he made were replenished from the corpse puppets.
This made Meng Yi feel emotional. Has he begun to integrate into this world?
Cen Qiyun was a little excited at this time, "I know how to fight."
She raised the revolver in her hand. "From now on, I will provide long-range attacks, harass the enemy, and engage in close combat when necessary, serving as your support."
"Besides...when they see me holding a gun, they might make a wrong judgment, just like the followers of the Shadow Lord last time..."
Meng Yi hung the package on the corpse puppet. The guy found it inconvenient to bend down and nodded when he heard it. "Then you can customize some special bullets later."
He thought of the gunman in the park. "With paralysis, slowing, freezing, burning... and other effects."
Cen Qiyun sighed and said, "I want it too, but it's a bit expensive."
Meng Yi's thoughts diverged. In the future, when he had more divine graces under his command, there would be mechanics, pharmacists, formation masters, and so on...
The Scarlet King has everything he wants.
No matter how expensive it is, everything will be at a friendly price!
"alright."
Meng Yi glanced at the time and said, "It's getting late. Let's go back first. The wilderness is more dangerous at night. Let's rest in a safe area tonight and continue exploring tomorrow..."
Cen Qiyun interrupted him, "Someone is coming."
Meng Yi looked in the direction she pointed, and the figures of two people gradually became clear in the dust.
The man threw the package in his hand down. Meng Yi raised his eyebrows. Three packages?
There is a man and a woman in front of me. Compared with the lower one, the man is more eye-catching.
He was as thin as if he had lacked water, barefoot, and only had a piece of rag wrapped around his waist, which was wrapped with rusty barbed wire and deeply penetrated into his scarred body from head to toe.
This guy looks a lot like the follower of the ascetic god I used to believe in... What was his name?
Meng Yi thought about it and realized that it was the Lord of Thorns, who should be an ascetic monk.
The other person had a sad expression on his face. His eyes swept over the gun in Cen Qiyun's hand, then he carefully looked at the corpse puppet for a few more times. He turned his head to look at the woman beside him, and when he spoke, Meng Yi's body trembled.
"Owner.
He's a follower of death, probably a ninth-tier necromancer. The other one's identity is unclear, but he's most likely a ranged gunner."
Master? This forced Meng Yi to observe the woman carefully.
She was covered in a red robe, and the exposed skin was covered with scars.
The woman stretched out her long robed hand and gave the ascetic monk a crisp lash. "Painful as it is, I'm not blind!"
Her hand disappeared, and in its place was a long bone whip with thorns on each joint!
The ascetic monk didn't even raise an eyebrow. "㳎力."
Whoosh~Pah~
Meng Yi raised his eyebrows. These were followers of the Lord of Thorns... and followers of the Lady of Pain.
Ascetics and...
This combination is really...compatible.
One uses suffering to sharpen oneself, the other brings pain to oneself or others.
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