Dean opened the folded bag on his back and pulled out a roll of tarpaulin. He covered the gunpowder boxes with it to prevent the rain from soaking the gunpowder. Then he held two of the gunpowder boxes and walked towards the weeds in front of the ruins.
Because no one opened the way, the ground outside the giant wall passage was full of weeds. Some of the soil was soft and wet. Dean was extremely careful in every step. In the absence of information and maps, he could only rely on himself to explore. In other consortia, to clean up such an unknown area, they would often send some vigorous hunters who had the ability to hide and save their lives first to inquire about the information.
After all, the consortium's hunters were limited. Even if they sent seven or eight intermediate hunters, it was still not enough to fill the gap of the teeth for the huge number of monsters outside the giant wall.
Along the way, he occasionally saw some large objects protruding from the weeds. They were covered with moss and vines. Dean could smell a very faint odor from inside. He estimated that it was not covered with stones, but the rotten bones of some monsters.
When Dean carefully passed through a bush, he suddenly heard a very slight rustling sound, like the sound of a breeze. But Dean's heart suddenly became cold and awe-inspiring. His face changed, and he hurriedly dropped the gunpowder box, turned around, and retreated.
At the same time, from the grass suddenly jumped out a slender green shadow and rushed toward Dean.
Dean hurriedly pulled out the sword from his waist and waved it.
The slender green shadow was blocked by the sword and fell on Dean's body. The body flashed and submerged into the grass, disappearing without a trace.
Dean's face changed. Although he did not see the whole thing, he saw the snake tail that was exposed outside the grass when it disappeared. It was covered with green scales, exactly the same as the green grass, but the color was brighter. At first glance, he knew it was a highly poisonous snake.
The most important thing was that he could not smell the smell of the other party.
"Fortunately, the speed is not very fast. It should not be too high level monster." Dean secretly rejoiced in his heart. At the same time, he became more careful. He scanned the surrounding grass and slowly moved to the side of the gunpowder box. He used the sword to open the box lid. Inside was a box full of black gunpowder. Throw a match and it would be ignited in an instant.
He used a sharp sword to dig out the gunpowder and sprinkled it on the surrounding weeds. Immediately, the smell of gunpowder filled the air.
Dean's eyes coldly swept around, but his nose quickly distinguished the surrounding smells. Soon, he smelled a smell of black gunpowder moving slowly. Murderous intent flashed in his eyes. He inserted the sword into the soil under his feet, grabbed the bow with one hand, and drew an arrow with the other. His movements were as fast as lightning. The arrow was already loaded, and he suddenly shot it toward the grass!
Puff!
The sharp sword flew past, and the underbrush suddenly surged violently.
The dense grass that was half a meter tall suddenly parted, and like a sharp gust of wind, it quickly flew into the distance.
Dudian immediately saw a four to five meters long python twisting and running in the grass. There was an arrow stuck in its upper body. Its whole body was covered with bright green scales. It was very easy to confuse it with the grass.
Dean was not polite and quickly aimed the arrow.
Puff!
The second arrow suddenly flew out.
The green poisonous python twisted and swam to nearly fifty meters away. The arrow came in an instant and nailed to the place where it was swimming. It stabbed diagonally from the back of the skull, penetrating its head and nailing it to the ground.
Dean was relieved. He pulled out the sword and slowly walked over. He saw the green poisonous python's body was still twisting weakly, and its tail was constantly curling.
Dean's attention was distributed around to avoid other monsters waiting for an opportunity to attack. Although his sense of smell could smell some monsters with strong smell, some monsters were good at hiding and sneak attacks, so he couldn't rely too much on his sense of smell.
While guarding the surroundings, Dean cut off the head of this low-level monster. From its appearance, it looked a bit like the jungle snake in the monster atlas. Its fangs were highly poisonous. An adult jungle snake was a level 12 existence. This one was obviously a juvenile, and its hunting level was around four to six. It was slightly stronger than ordinary Undead.
"Its skin and scales are good materials for making armor and leather clothes. It's worth more than a dozen gold coins." Dean squatted down and cut its body with the dagger tied to his leg. He quickly peeled off its skin, then cut its head and took out the two fangs. There was translucent mucus behind the groove of the fangs. He turned out tweezers and a box from his bag, put the two fangs into it, and put them into his bag.
After doing this, Dean rolled up the snakeskin and put it away. Then he returned to his original place, picked up his two boxes of gunpowder, and continued to move forward carefully toward the direction of the nearest Undead according to his sense of smell.
After coming to the ruins of the street, weeds could be seen everywhere in the cracks on the road. Dean looked at the moss-covered cars parked on the side of the road. The nearest Undead was locked in one of the small cars. The rear window of the car had been broken, and moss and plants had crawled in.
Dean put down the gunpowder box and looked around. His field of vision was quite wide. Even if there was a monster that couldn't be smelled by smell, he could see it with his vision. Without hesitation, he took out his bow and arrow, aimed at the driver's seat of the car, and quickly pulled out the arrow.
Puff! The sound of glass breaking resounded.
Although it was dark inside the car, Dean could still clearly see that there was a middle-aged Undead on the seat belt. It seemed to be in a sleeping state. His arrow hit its throat, but it didn't kill it.
He immediately added another arrow.
This arrow hit its head, and the middle-aged Undead who was struggling to wake up suddenly died on the spot.
Dean quickly stepped forward, pulled out the arrow, cut off the head of the Undead, and dissected it.
The cold crystal in the head was in the initial state of melting. The flesh and blood around the cold crystal was releasing temperature and decaying at a very slow speed.
Dean took out the cold crystal and glanced at his left hand. Last time, excessive absorption of the cold crystal had caused his left hand to be eroded by the cold crystal. Later, he was roasted on the gunpowder, causing the pain nerves to be completely lost. He didn't know if he could continue to absorb it directly.
He thought that he would try to absorb one first. If it worked, he would absorb a small amount at a time.
Although he knew that there were some risks in doing so, directly absorbing the cold crystal was far greater than using God's blessing.
He cut his left hand with another clean dagger and put the cold crystal on it. Soon, the cold crystal touched his blood. Like ice and snow meeting fire, it gradually melted and turned into a liquid that penetrated into the wound.
Because his left hand had lost feeling, Dean didn't feel anything strange. He only felt that his body had the feeling of absorbing the cold crystal for the first time. It seemed that his energy was more vigorous than before.
He breathed a sigh of relief and stopped the bleeding on his left hand. Looking back, he saw an Undead slowly coming from the corner of the street. It seemed that the Undead was attracted by the sound of glass fragments. He pulled out his bow and arrow and was about to shoot, but suddenly his face changed slightly.
He saw that the Undead who came out from the corner was extremely tall, about three meters tall. It had long hands and feet, a very thin body, a hunched back, and large eyes. There was only a little scarlet color in them. The color of the eyeball was pure black. On its arm, from the back of the palm to the elbow, there was a raised sickle, like the dorsal fin of a shark.
The face of the Undead was that of a young man, but the skull and the skin of the face were extremely long, and the expression was extremely depressed and gloomy.
"Sickle Undead? No, sickle Undead physique is not so tall. Was it a tall person when he was alive? "Dean's face changed slightly. Seeing that the Undead noticed him, he hurriedly shot an arrow.
Distance is a weapon!
Whoosh!
The arrow broke through the air and flew out.
The large sickle Undead was expressionless. Puff! It was nailed to the face by the arrow. The arrowhead shot through the cheekbone, but was stuck in the bone. It slowly raised its hand, grabbed the arrow, and pulled it out. The scarlet pupil in its eye socket seemed to have awakened, glowing with a blood-red light. Its body swayed like a human-shaped spider as it rushed over. Its mouth was wide open, and the corners of its mouth were torn, causing its upper and lower jaws to open 180 degrees like a snake.
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