After writing this page, information about the snake-printed brawny man was written in tiny characters in the gaps of the entire page of recipes, densely packed and extremely detailed.

After doing all this, Yu Ziqing put the recipe in his arms and took a look at a rusty sword in his arms. The sword body and scabbard were rusted to death and were completely scrapped.

But at this moment, in the gap between the rusty dagger blade and the scabbard, there was a faint trace of rust that turned into dust and fell off silently.

Yu Ziqing's heart suddenly relaxed, and it seemed that at this moment, his body that had been tense and curled up finally dared to relax a little.

Collecting information bit by bit and understanding those strong men is very necessary under normal circumstances, let alone now it is related to his trump card to save his life.

Although he is just an ordinary person, no, now he is a weakling who is hungry, frozen and half-dead, not even as good as an ordinary person who has enough to eat and drink.

But as long as he knows some necessary information about his opponent, he will be almost invincible to his opponent as long as he takes action.

After months of exploration, today, I finally reached the triggering conditions for the snake-skin man.

Unfortunately, the current classification is still rough.

It can only be temporarily classified as true name, identity, origin, majoring in skills, good at it, or trump card.

However, it is still uncertain how specific each requirement should be. Yu Ziqing even felt that there might be some requirements that he had not classified.

Yu Ziqing raised his head and looked at the strong man with the snake pattern. He narrowed his eyes slightly. His tense nerves finally relaxed a little. At least from now on, his life would not be completely in the hands of others.

Take out the charcoal pencil and blacken out all the small words, only filling in the beginning.

"Snake print man, harmless."

Continue to the next page. All the information on this page has been blacked out, leaving only one sentence.

"Scar-faced man, harmless."

Turn over two more pages, same thing.

Yu Ziqing tightened her cloak and fell asleep leaning against the bonfire.

This time, he slept much more peacefully.

As soon as it dawned, Yu Ziqing was woken up.

It’s time to continue on the road.

After a quick glance, sure enough, the few chapped men who were left yesterday were all gone.

But if you count the sheep in the flock carefully, there are a few more.

After marching into the night again and continuing to find a place to rest, the strong man with the snake pattern seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, pointed at the looming mountains in the distance, and said with a big smile.

"We'll be there soon, the mine."

Yu Ziqing also seemed to be relieved and grinned.

According to what these strongmen said when they communicated in foreign dialects, since the disaster struck, and to this day, it is conservatively estimated that this mine is the only inhabited place in the area of ​​more than a thousand miles.

Or, this is the only place that can be considered relatively stable. At least there is food, drinkable water, and shelter from the wind, snow, and cold.

This mine can mine a kind of ore called Jinlan, and its output accounts for more than 50% of all the ores produced in the world. The remaining less than half is scattered all over the world.

Yu Ziqing didn't know what the specific function was. He just heard that this thing was a necessity for those extremely high-status and arrogant monks in the southern Daqian Dynasty, and the demand was always in short supply.

With this kind of interest, it is impossible for that mine to become an uninhabited place.

It's just that the more than a thousand miles of desolate and uninhabited land below me was not officially included in the territory of the Daqian Dynasty due to various reasons that Yu Ziqing has not yet figured out.

Yu Ziqing guessed that this might have given those strongmen the basis for kidnapping and selling people.

It's a pity that the overall environment is getting worse and worse. Even these strong men plan to go to other places after finishing this job. There is no oil and water here anymore. Just like this time, the sheep herding takes the longest time and the number is

On the contrary, it is the least.

Nowadays, after walking for dozens of miles, not even a rabbit can be seen. Edible plants are either frozen to death or withered. Even if some of them dry up and are buried in the soil, most of them cannot escape the fate of being eaten clean by fleeing animals.

Along the way, it was rare to see anything but dry bones. At least it wasn't like this before.

At night.

Yu Ziqing stood at the edge of the flock, with his back to the four strong men, holding a palm-sized piece of naan bread in his hand, and handed it to the mouth of a skinny old sheep, murmuring.

"Eat something, survive first, then there is hope."

The old sheep bleated twice, took a few bites of the pancake, and drank some water given by Yu Ziqing.

At this moment, a strong man with a snake pattern came up, pointed at Yu Ziqing, pointed at the skinny old sheep, and yelled twice impatiently.

"Hurry up, bring me here."

Yu Ziqing paused, and his eyes suddenly changed.

It's a pity that he kept squinting his eyes, his face was covered with black ash, and the dead skin stuck to his face since he hadn't washed it for a long time, plus the dog-skin hat wrapped around his head, no one could tell from his face.

What.

Yu Ziqing sighed secretly and turned around slowly.

said softly.

"This sheep is old and thin. It can't cut off two kilograms of meat. It doesn't taste good. Aren't there a few fatter sheep?"

To be honest, under normal circumstances, Yu Ziqing really couldn't tell which of the sheep were victims of the evil animal-making method and which were real sheep.

But here, he can really tell the difference at a glance.

Nowadays, in this freezing wasteland, except for strong men like strong men, it is impossible to see ordinary people who are fat and strong.

After a few months, no matter how it was before, no matter whether they are dead or alive, they will definitely become thinner than the last one.

As for those who are not thin, they will not become victims of animal breeding.

When the strong man with the snake pattern heard this, he grinned widely, pointed at Yu Ziqing and laughed.

"You're right, there are indeed fatter ones here."

While he was talking, the black rope tied around his waist disappeared without knowing when.

Hearing this, Yu Ziqing immediately understood that this guy did it on purpose.

We are about to reach our destination, and my value as a chef is far less than that of a sheep.

The plan that I wanted to find a relatively stable place to stay first and then make plans could not proceed smoothly after all.

Yu Ziqing gently pushed the old sheep and said directly.

"Old sir, stay away. Blood will be spattered on you. In this damn weather, if you get wet, it will be fatal."

The old sheep bleated twice, and when he saw Yu Ziqing's eyes filled with sorrow and howling, he understood that Yu Ziqing didn't want to get involved with him even if he died.

Unfortunately, he couldn't defeat Yu Ziqing, so he was pushed into the flock of sheep and carried away by the sheep.

Yu Ziqing turned around, walked slowly outside, and slowly took out the rusty dagger from his arms with one hand.

The strong man with the snake pattern couldn't help but laugh. He wasn't afraid that Yu Zi would see anything early in the morning, and he didn't even want to deliberately hide anything.

The black rope had already dragged a sheepskin and appeared behind Yu Ziqing.

The black rope dragged the sheepskin and swooped up. Yu Ziqing drooped his eyelids, holding the scabbard in his left hand and the dagger in his right hand, and pulled it out with all his strength.

In an instant, a sword light flashed past the rusty dagger, and the dagger with an afterimage directly cut the sheepskin and black rope into two pieces.

Accompanied by the black rope's struggling and howling like a living creature.

The rust on the dagger fell off layer by layer, and the dagger instantly turned into a silver frost sword covered with water patterns, exuding a cold light.

And Yu Ziqing's slightly hunched body slowly straightened up. Inside the frail body, cold murderous intent burst out of thin air, accompanied by hot blood and energy.

The eyes that had been slightly squinted suddenly opened, and in the eyes like stars, there seemed to be a dazzling sun shining.

Without saying a word, Yu Ziqing drew his sword and stepped forward. His body looked like a sword unsheathed. When he saw the light of the sword, he had already passed by.

A human head rose into the sky along with hot and smelly blood.

The face of the strong man with snake pattern still showed the shock and confusion before his death.

Until his death, he never understood why the temporary cook was so depleted of vitality and blood, as skinny as firewood, and unable to tie a chicken with his hands.

How could such terrifying power suddenly burst out?
Chapter completed!