Chapter 212: Tracing the origin and looking for the chameleon
The early morning sunlight quietly filtered in through the cracks in the wooden house and hit the floor.
The fresh air is also floating slightly in the air, carrying dust flying up and down.
"call..."
"I had a really satisfying sleep. The weather in the wasteland was really good the past few days, but I had always ignored it before!"
Stretching, Sumo sat up from the bed and opened the system panel out of habit.
At this time, it was past eight o'clock in the morning in the wasteland, but the system's daily reminder was not sent.
This is bad news, but it's also good news.
"It seems that the system's test is calculated according to the real world, and the time in the ruins will not be included in it."
Rubbing the green-gray stubble on his chin, Somo nodded slowly.
The time in the ruins cannot be used to earn survival points.
Similarly, as long as you can get enough time currency, you can completely use the currency to offset the time flow penalty in the ruins and the real world.
"Today's task is..."
After closing the system panel, as usual, Sumo just opened the chat panel and was about to record today's tasks in his diary when he suddenly slapped his head.
"You've all come to the ruins and there are still missions. Of course, you can do whatever you feel comfortable with, hehe!"
He lifted up the bedding, stretched out his contented waist, opened the door, and walked out lazily while moving his body.
There is no Oreo guarding the current temporary base. Before going to bed yesterday, he worked until midnight before tidying up the ground around the wooden house.
By the way, a row of neat wooden fences were erected around it to surround Zhong Qingshu and his wooden house to ensure that some mutated monsters with inner turmoil would not break in.
During the busy process, Zhong Qingshu also changed from being cautious at the beginning to being indifferent later on, and even came out to help move things for a while.
On the first day, there was no psionic water to restore physical strength. Both of them were very tired, but they didn't communicate much and went back to the shelter to lie down.
But...on one side is a luxurious bedding and a sturdy and spacious small bed.
On the other side is the bare wooden floor...
As soon as Sumo went out, he bumped into Zhong Qingshu who was guarding the door with two dark circles under his eyes and seemed to be hesitating about something.
"ah!"
Seeing Somo going out, Zhong Qingshu was obviously startled and shrank back nervously.
"What are you afraid of? You said we are old friends. Besides, I forgot to tell you last night."
"You confessed your love to me and have been chasing me, but I didn't agree!"
Spreading his hands, Somo started talking nonsense in a serious manner, which frightened Zhong Qingshu to the point where she was stunned.
No, you didn’t agree?
Zhong Qingshu became even more nervous, her face turned pale, the white was red, and the red was blue.
"Relax, I'm just teasing you." He pretended to be frightened, and when Zhong Qingshu took a step back again, Sumo burst into laughter.
In the Relics of Time, you don’t have to worry about anything. You are completely idealistic. As long as you have the strength, you can do whatever you want.
Ignoring Zhong Qingshu struggling with himself, Sumo went straight to the trading market.
After only spending six or seven bottles of water, he traded dozens of units of iron blocks and some basic food and drink supplies.
With supplies, making things does not cost disaster points.
Sitting on the stool he had made, Somo made a selection of items and started making countless items spontaneously.
After such a gimmick to obtain materials, after a while, items that can be regarded as top luxury items in the wasteland appeared.
Iron stove...
Iron pot...
Two large ceramic bowls, an iron grill, an iron table...
One after another, items for enjoyment were made and placed in the small courtyard surrounded by fences.
Among these things, there are many things that Soma has not had time to enjoy in the real world, and they have been arranged at this time.
After taking out the traded beef, Sumo began to take out various bottles and cans from the storage space and start sorting them.
"Well, first cut the beef into small pieces, then marinate it with cooking wine, add onion, ginger, and garlic to taste, and then add some barbecue sauce..."
“As for soup, let’s make seaweed and egg drop soup today!”
Most of the taste of food comes from refined seasonings. In front of these seasonings, as long as the quantity and steps can be guaranteed, no matter how unpalatable it is, there is a lower limit.
With the character of a Soma gourmet, these items are naturally made to be extremely sweet and delicious. The flavor of the egg drop soup spreads out, and a handful of cumin is sprinkled on the grilled golden and oily beef skewers.
the taste of...
Cuckoo!
The shriveled stomach made a sound similar to the roar of big and small sparks!
The food is not scary, the scary thing is the process of sitting around and waiting.
Watching the food slowly take shape, smelling the aroma entering the nose...
That feeling is simply amazing!
After a while, the beef skewers began to change color. When they were taken out and rolled in the chili noodles, streaks of oil suddenly burst out.
But the strange thing is that Zhong Qingshu still froze there, lost in thought, as if she didn't smell the fragrance.
"Um...you're not still thinking about what I said before, are you?"
Sumo turned his head and suddenly became happy.
"Okay, if you are willing to take it seriously, I can reject you once now."
"...."
This guy!
Why are you talking so irritatingly!
Zhong Qingshu gritted her teeth and immediately became rude. She walked up and picked up a bunch and ate it.
There is no initial unfamiliarity.
In one meal, the two of them had plenty of food and wine.
Somo didn't save a large piece of beef that was traded. He turned it all into kebabs and stored them in the storage space.
The rest of the egg drop soup was eaten by the two of them, and a whole pot of egg drop soup that could have been consumed by four or five people was consumed.
Touching his round belly, Somo simply sat on the ground, leaning back on the chair, enjoying the gentle breeze of the wasteland.
On the plain of the candlelight shelter, grass grows and warblers fly. Sitting in this environment, the fatigue and tension of the past few days begin to quickly ease.
On the other side, Zhong Qingshu was not idle.
After eating, she tidied up the pot where the meat had been cooked and collected all the dripping seasonings together.
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This cautious look reminded Sumo of his embarrassment and caution in the first few days after traveling to the wasteland.
"Hey, what was I doing on the second day in the wasteland? It seems like..."
"chameleon!!"
Recalling those days, the chameleon who once brought a huge fortune emerged from his memory.
After experiencing the wasteland for a month, Sumo now understood how exaggerated the treasure chest that the chameleon exploded was.
Nether energy! Pet egg! Design drawing!
These three items destroyed a kobold sanctuary of more than 2,000 people, and Sumo got it with great difficulty.
But at that time, it was really suspicious that a chameleon with a combat power of only 5 could actually explode such a thing.
"According to the time, I should be upgrading the wood spear by that time in the wasteland, waiting to go hunting at noon!"
While trying to recall the details, Sumo stood up.
Since we have plenty of time now, why not go to the underground shelter and take a closer look at what this chameleon is like.
"Zhong Qingshu, I want to go out, do you want to go?"
"I don't... no, I'm going!"
Watching Su Mo take out the rifle and straddling his body, and then looking at the seemingly calm but extremely dangerous surroundings, Zhong Qingshu's body and mouth are very real!
Staying with Somo, you don't have to worry about food, drink, and safety.
For such a super "bodyguard", more and more strange images flash in his mind.
"Have we met somewhere?"
As she sat on the back seat of the motorcycle, her face froze, and she finally asked with a straight face.
"Seen?"
"Of course we have met."
The breeze blows, and a wisp of spring breeze blows.
Su Mo's heart beat a little faster. He squeezed the accelerator and the motorcycle roared out.
"Hold on tight, don't fall!"
The earth-yellow storm began to gather at the rear of the motorcycle.
The powerful dynamic vision and the increasingly terrifying balance allow the motorcycle to reach speeds of up to 60 yards.
Along the way, he easily dodged all the obstacles and looked at Zhong Qingshu's beautiful eyes in the car.
"I have driven this section of road many times. This is the farmland we are about to build!"
Slowing down and looking at the Great Plains next to him, Sumo didn't care whether Zhong Qingshu could understand or not, and kept talking to himself.
A positive reminder to the humans in the ruins of time that the world they live in is fake and they have already failed once.
This time, facing Zhong Qingshu, who has a super high IQ, Sumo did not intend to tell the truth directly. Instead, he made insinuations in this space and time to plant seeds of "hope" in Zhong Qingshu's heart.
"There should be a large number of kobold castles here, but unfortunately, there won't be any in the future!"
"This is a natural saltpeter camp. We can also find sulfur later, and we can easily make black powder and develop explosive technology trees..."
"This is Magu's refuge... By the way, his refuge has level five. He is a human being from our parallel earth world, and he is also a player who participated in the ruins last time..."
"This is my refuge, my Soma's refuge. Remember it!"
"In the future, I mean in the future, if there is another chance."
"You can come to me."
Pointing to the open space solemnly, Sumo looked proud, completely ignoring Zhong Qingshu's increasingly doubtful eyes, and made a mark on the location of the underground shelter.
On the mark, Somo drew an Oreo dog head in a very wicked way.
Following the location of the underground shelter, I found out that in the bushes in the distance, the chameleon was indeed squatting on the tree.
