Chapter 189 The alternative role of desert poisonous scorpions

In the evening of that day, all members of the Savior Sect entered the underground tunnel of rats. There were tens of thousands of people. They did not seem crowded in the spacious and deep underground tunnel. What was almost crazy is that after a hundred years of development, these mice had laid the most primitive rails in the tunnel, and dozens of the most primitive steam trains roared on the tracks. Although the speed was not fast, when thinking about the desert environment here, all the members of the Savior Sect were amazed!

I originally thought I would walk in the scorching sun and yellow sand for dozens of days, but I didn’t expect that Ye Huan actually got a subway pass for them, and it was free!

It seems... the days in the desert are not very sad either?

Of course, in the eyes of Miss Nicholas and Mr. Dutch Pig, this subway is really a bit...

"The foundation design of the track is problematic, and the route planning does not seem to be perfect... The technical level of the steam engine is even more backward, and the energy conversion is probably less than three percent..." When everyone boarded the steam train, Miss Nicholas walked along the track alone for a while. When she came back, there was a faint smile in her big eyes.

Ye Huan found an opportunity to put it in her ear and whispered, "What did you see?"

"It only takes seven or eight thousand gold coins to speed up the subway by 70% and increase the capacity by 2.7 times... Do you understand?"

Whispering like Lan, Miss Nicholas also whispered in Ye Huan's ear, and Ye Huan was suddenly filled with joy, "Miss Nicholas, appointing you as my academic secretary is the most correct decision in the past year!"

Boom, boom...

The steam train set off slowly, and Ye Huan secretly evaluated the design of this underground railway transportation line. Of course, he couldn't understand the things that were too professional, but the only constant scenery outside the window made him curl his lips.

Don’t these mice know that the subway needs to take care of the scenery along the way? Otherwise, the darkness that is repeated, boring, and seems to never end will appear outside the window, and the human psychological state will be distorted!

However, are mice who have always lived in the dark, afraid of these things?

Just as such random thoughts, the steam train slowly crawled for six or seven hours, suddenly stopped beside a patio leading to the ground. Chief Rat asked the convoy to continue moving forward, leaving only the most luxurious motorcycle waiting for him, and then sneakily pulled Ye Huan to climb onto the ground.

"Sir, where are the treasures you mentioned?"

Apart from the yellow sand, there is nothing that looks particularly valuable on the ground.

"Shh..." Diyara made a gesture of silence, "The treasure is still far from here, but you understand, such a precious thing, the fewer people know the better. How could we get off the bus at the treasure? Didn't it make hundreds of thousands of people know the mystery of the treasure at once?

As he said that, he asked the rats who followed him to guard the entrance and exit of the courtyard, and only took Ye Huan into the depths of the vast desert alone.

The direction is not distinguished in the desert, and the time characteristics are not obvious. Ye Huan doesn’t know how many roads he has walked and how much time he has passed. Finally, the scenery in front of him has changed a little bit... From a flat desert to a towering sand dune - or fucking sand!

After confirming that there was no one around, Diyala let go of his courage and said, "Mr. Governor, how are your strength? The champion of the armed battle conference can at least kill a monster above the eighth level soul master in one move, right?"

"The Holy Soul Master is OK!" Ye Huan, who is already extremely strong, has a lot of iron levels, is very confident.

"Okay, guard this dune, no matter what comes out later, kill him with one knife!"

While giving instructions, Diyala ran out dozens of meters quickly, then took out a whistle from her sleeve and blew it. Sour, and several dark rattlesnakes suddenly popped out from Ye Huan's feet!

But before Ye Huan could kill them, he heard a few muffled sounds, and a ball of black shadow suddenly emerged from the sand dune. He stepped on the bodies of these rattlesnakes, cut all the rattlesnakes into two, and swallowed them happily...

This is a scorpion, dark red, with sharp pliers on its mouth, its tail is raised high, and a poisonous needle at the end is flashing with a green light... All of this looks almost the same as an ordinary scorpion, but the problem is that its size is actually as big as a tank!

"Do it quickly, this is a desert poisonous scorpion at the level of eight-level soul master. It's very fast. If you are not careful, you will hurt you!" Diyala whispered. It seemed that his strength was not strong, and he was very afraid that this poisonous scorpion that seemed to Ye Huan was just a 'not bad'!

Ye Huan squinted his eyes and smiled. It seemed that the number of the mouse tribe was very large, but the individual combat ability was not strong. So in order not to be despised by them in cooperation, should we be more cheerful?

He stood there and didn't move, but his left hand pressed on the scabbard of Guiwan on his waist, gently lifted his thumb on Guiwan's guardian's hand, brushing the ground, Guiwan flew out of the scabbard, and passed an elegant track in the air, flew over the back of the desert poisonous scorpion...

With another whistle, Guimaru circled softly when he reached the highest point and flew back to Ye Huan's scabbard.

"Mr. Chief, then?"

"Then?" Chief Mouse was stunned for a long time. Your sword just flew over to the back of the desert poisonous scorpion, and did not hurt his body. Why did there be a "then"? But after waiting for seven or eight seconds, the desert poisonous scorpion, which had always been swift and cunning, actually lay on the ground without moving. Chief Mouse finally realized something.

He approached the scorpion carefully and raised his head. He saw that the scorpion was still swallowing the cobra. The green eyes still retained the moment of satisfaction when the food was in his mouth... He couldn't help but pat the scorpion gently, and the milky white liquid soared into the sky. The huge scorpion, like a mountain, cracked into two pieces in front of the mouse's eyes!

The mouse was sprayed with white liquid. After a long time, his expression stiffened and a little smile appeared.

"Hey, good means, good means, worthy of being the champion of the armed forces. There are probably not many masters like the Governor in the Royal Guards in Canaan!"

Ye Huan sighed regretfully, "The Chief is telling a joke. There are many people in the Savior Sect who are stronger than me, Lu Xiu, Adolf, Oda Kiyo, you have seen all of them, and Liu Fengxing. You haven't seen her yet, but you have heard of her fighting me at the armed forces conference without any power to fight back?"

"I've heard it, I've heard it..."

The mouse's expression became more and more unnatural.

He licked his lips dryly, and finally remembered his duties. He used his fingertips to dip a little milky white scorpion liquid, put it in his mouth and licked it disgustingly, and then smiled with a blurred smile, "Please look, Mr. Governor, this is what I am talking about!"

"Scorpion blood?"

"To be precise, it is the poisonous blood of the desert scorpion!"

The mouse chief took out seven or eight kinds of gadgets in his pocket. While preparing, he proudly introduced to Ye Huan: "The history of the Bahatu Desert can be divided into two parts. One part is after the catastrophe, ten years ago... In this part of the history, Bahatu is almost synonymous with barren, barbaric and cruelty. The Canaan Empire was unwilling to send people to develop this land. The local residents have long been desperate about this harsh environment. It is best to immigrate and leave. If you can't do it, just eat and wait for death. One day, you will be beaten for one day. This is the true portrayal of the Bahatu people!"

"But ten years ago today, everything is different!"

The mouse chief spread all the tools, and the scorpion blood poured into a small glass bottle. He also added several squeezing liquid from the cactus, a specialty of desert cactus, and then he called Ye Huan to come and shake the bottle with him.

"That year, the wizards of the Blood Brotherhood... Oh, do you know the Blood Brotherhood? It's the cult that believes in the Road Song! They are not like your Heavenly Father's religion, with a huge foundation. Even if they don't preach for a hundred years, there are still people who believe in you. Their believers are only poor thousand people, and the apologists that can be organized are only humble five hundred desert warriors... If such a religion wants to develop in the cracks between the three major religions in the world, normal means will not work!"

Ye Huanshen nodded in agreement. If he hadn't been exposed to the Father's Church, what would it be like today's Savior Sect!

"So, the Blood Brotherhood thought of some evil missionary methods... For example, they would use some despicable means to create miracles and deceive the believers' beliefs. For example, they once kidnapped the chief of a small tribe and turned the chief into a puppet with witchcraft... In short, they used many methods, but the effect was not good. However, one day, they discovered the most wonderful method - drugs!"

"poison?"

"That's right, think about it, as long as you let the believers drink a small bottle of liquid and inhale some white powder, these believers will be in a state of ecstasy and experience the pleasure that they have never experienced in their lifetime. Wow, how many people will believe in the Blood Brotherhood!"

Ye Huan became interested, "But I heard that some drugs before the catastrophe, heroin, methamphetamine, etc. could no longer be produced due to the huge changes in the environment. The best drugs now are just some ordinary marijuana!"

"The old-fashioned drugs are definitely gone, but they can develop new drugs!"

At this time, the two had stirred the liquid in the bottle evenly. Mr. Mouse signaled Ye Huan to pour the mixture on a thin metal plate, and then burned it with an alcohol lamp for a while. Slowly, the white liquid was refined into a small pinch of milky white powder!
Chapter completed!