This Walking Dead was on the adjacent street. When Dean quietly sneaked about five or six hundred meters away from it, he immediately smelled its smell and approached him. He knew that it was aware of him. He was secretly shocked. Such a vigilant reaction was by no means an ordinary Walking Dead. Was it a mutant like just now?
However, this time he was prepared. He quickly came to a relatively excellent shooting angle that he had already noticed. He put on a dark silver arrow and stared at a corner of the Wasteland in front of him. According to the movement of the smell, he could sense its movement route.
It was coming out!
Dean opened his eyes and suddenly shot the arrow in his hand.
Whoosh!
The bow was pulled to the full, and the arrow was shot out.
He saw a huge figure running out of the corner covered with moss and plants. It had long hands and feet, a hunched back, and sharp fins protruding along the back of the little finger. It was the previous large sickle Walking Dead!
With a puff, the moment it ran out, the arrow shot out and hit its face!
As expected, Dean shot at a height according to the height of the previous large sickle Walking Dead. However, considering the subtle height difference of each Walking Dead, he aimed at the moderate height of the mouth, but shot the forehead. The overall height of this Walking Dead was slightly shorter than the previous large sickle Walking Dead by a few inches.
The arrow went into it, and the head and upper body of the large sickle Walking Dead leaned back. After a moment, it recovered inch by inch and roared toward Dean. However, just after running more than ten meters, its feet slipped and fell to the ground. Its body rolled a few times and stopped moving.
Dean was secretly shocked. He did not expect that his special dark silver arrow did not kill it directly. He shot an ordinary fine iron arrow and focused on its head. Seeing no response, he was relieved. He carefully approached it, pulled out a sharp sword and cut off its head. After several cuts, its cervical vertebra was completely cut off.
Dean took back the ordinary fine iron arrow and pulled out the dark silver arrow. He saw that the arrowhead had burst. In the wound of the arrowhead, there was a dark silver luster. This was mercury!
In order to enhance the destructive power of the arrowhead, Dean had thought of many methods and finally thought of mercury. In the old era, mercury was highly toxic. If it was involved in the blood vessels, even the medical standards of the old era could not save the life. Mercury was denser than the arrowhead. When the arrowhead was subjected to the impact, the mercury would break the arrowhead and eject out, causing terrible lethality.
Dean took out a dagger and quickly pulled out the skull of the Walking Dead. He saw the mercury penetrate into the skull. Because of the heat absorption of the cold crystal and the temperature of the skull, the mercury gradually cooled down after entering the skull. After cooling, part of the skull was stuck and destroyed, so it killed the Walking Dead.
Dean dug out the cold crystals wrapped in the cranial tissue and stored them temporarily. He was going to accumulate a few more crystals and then go back to the relatively safe area next to the giant wall to absorb them. He didn't want to cut his palms and cause festering wounds.
"The Walking Dead outside the giant wall passage really had a mutation." Dean glanced at the huge sickle Walking Dead. If it was only one then it was a coincidence. But it was relatively common to encounter two Walking Dead in a row. The first one he shot was an ordinary Walking Dead, but it was mostly because it was trapped in the car, so there was no way to eat, so there was no mutation.
"Ten years ago, Huasheng consortium's senior hunter team entered here. Most of them didn't sweep around the giant wall, but went deep inside. Like these Walking Dead, with the character of senior hunters, most of them disdain to hunt." Dean thought. After all, a cold crystal was only worth one gold coin! But hunting a more valuable monster, peeling off its materials, could be worth more than a dozen gold coins, or even hundreds of thousands of gold coins.
"These Walking Dead are active here, but have not been killed. Either the horrible monsters have left here, or they have no desire to eat these mutated sickle Walking Dead. The probability of the former is not big. The reason why the monsters will disappear in the area is that they can't find food in the area, so they have to migrate. The second is that there is a more terrible existence in the area."
Dean's eyes flashed, and his mind quickly analyzed: "If it's the latter, even these sickle walking corpses with such a strong physique can't raise the desire to hunt, indicating that the demand for food is extremely high, and it also means that their own hunting level is extremely terrifying!"
Two factors, no matter which one, made his face a little ugly, and his heart became more cautious, not daring to have the slightest carelessness.
He thought about it, and used his old method. He used the dagger to cut the skin of the mutated sickle Walking Dead. He cut many pieces of its festered epidermis and stuck them on the surface of his armor. In order to prevent it from slipping, he stuck it in various joints of the armor. The reason why he didn't directly smear its blood on the armor was mainly to consider that some monsters did not hunt these mutated sickle Walking Dead. Perhaps they had no appetite, but if they were stimulated with blood, they might become hungry.
Cutting off the epidermis to take the rotten smell could cover up his own smell. Although there was still a small amount of blood smell under the epidermis, this was inevitable.
After doing this, Dean quickly left the place and followed the direction of the smell of the Undead.
The number of these Walking Dead was relatively small, and the distribution was extremely sparse, unlike other ordinary Walking Dead outside the giant wall passage.
Soon, Dean came to the smell of a single Walking Dead. He thought that this time his body was covered by the smell of the mutated sickle Walking Dead, and it was not easy to be detected. He did not expect to be detected when he was about seven or eight hundred meters away. The smell quickly approached here.
This made Dean a little surprised. If there was no smell, he could reach at least 500 meters with his own stealth method before he would be detected.
He didn't have time to think too much. He quickly pulled out the dark silver arrow, looked around, found a more suitable place to shoot, and quietly stared at the direction of the Walking Dead's movement. The distance of two hundred meters would decide the outcome.
Soon, the Undead rushed out of a lush vines, with almost no clothes on its body, and a thick layer of dust on its skin. It roared and rushed toward Dean.
It was a mutated sickle Walking Dead!
Dean had expected it, and the arrow burst out.
Puff!
The arrow pierced its face.
Dean's face changed slightly. It was useless. The face was a distance from the cranial tissue, and mercury could not destroy the cranial tissue.
He quickly put the arrow, this time it was an ordinary arrow, because the mutated sickle Walking Dead had run within the range of 100 meters.
"Calm down, focus, calm down …"
Dean's eyes narrowed and suddenly let go.
The arrow burst out, and with a puff, it ran through the Walking Dead's eye socket.
Dean breathed a sigh of relief. When the mutated sickle Walking Dead rolled to the ground and stopped moving, he approached it and cut off its head.
After harvesting the cold crystal, Dean held the fire box and continued to touch the smell of the Walking Dead in another perception range.
Time flew.
Two days passed in a blink of an eye.
There was no rain in these two days. Although the weather was gloomy, it was a rare good weather for hunting.
Dean hunted during the day, but did not dare to run around at night. Although he had night vision, some terrifying hunters and monsters liked to go out at night to eat. Every night, he would find some broken ruins and sprinkle the black gunpowder around. The first reason was to use the smell of the black gunpowder to confuse his own smell. The second reason was that if he really encountered a terrifying monster, he would have a chance to resist.
Once outside the giant wall, his life would not be 100% guaranteed. Dean could only seek the greatest possibility of survival in danger.
After two consecutive days of hunting, he killed 22 mutated sickle Walking Dead, and almost all the Walking Dead in the vicinity were swept away. Now, he was considering whether to go deeper.
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