The book in the big leather bag was quite heavy, so when the fat man waved it hard, he hit the big scorpion with a bang like a meteor hammer.

The big scorpion immediately squeaked and squeaked strangely, and instinctively swung the three hook tails onto the leather bag.

"Isn't you dead?" The fat man immediately became angry and became angry from his heart and was brave enough to revive it. He used all his strength to swing the leather bag again and smashed the big scorpion hard. It was not until the big scorpion was smashed to the head and stopped moving, and then he collapsed on the ground with exhaustion on his face.

The fat man, who was already hungry and thirsty, had no strength at all, so he closed his eyes and muttered: "System? I've completed the first kill in another world. Why haven't the golden finger activated yet?"

The fat man muttered all the golden fingers he could think of, but unfortunately he failed to fulfill them.

"It's really a way out!" The fat man smiled bitterly, thinking that he couldn't wait to die.

Suddenly a fishy smell penetrated into the tip of the nose, causing the fat man to open his eyes and turn his head to stare at the corpse of the big scorpion.

There is nothing to hesitate about. If you don’t eat it, you will die. If you eat it, you may have a glimmer of hope.

The fat man gritted his teeth, forced himself to climb over and climb to the corpse of the big scorpion, closed his eyes and kept muttering the smell of chicken, hypnotizing himself, and then grabbed it and stuffed it into his mouth.

The next second, an indescribable feeling exploded in the mouth. It was like a rotten egg mixed with salted fish, salty, fishy, ​​bitter and spicy, as if the most unpalatable taste in the world were all mixed together.

The fat man vomited out in a moment. If it weren't for the lack of stock in his stomach, he might even be able to vomit out overnight meals.

"It's so bad!" The fat man was in tears for a moment, but he had to eat it if he wanted to survive.

The fat man gritted his teeth and grabbed the scorpion covered with sand again and stuffed it into his mouth. This time, he would swallow it no matter how he was sick.

The entire swallowing process is like a torture, and the fat man doesn't know how he perseveres. Perhaps this is the strong survival** that overwhelms human instinctive reaction.

The scorpion as big as a palm was eventually gnawed by the fat man and only three hook tails were left behind because this thing must be poisonous. The fat man didn't want to be a full-fledged ghost, and according to the memory of the two fools, the poisonous scorpion tail is one of the necessary casting materials for necromancers.

Carefully put the three poisonous scorpions aside, the fat man with some inventory in his stomach finally had some strength to check the two treasures stolen by the two fools. Perhaps his golden fingers were all counting on these two treasures.

I took out the book first, and it felt heavy and extraordinary as soon as I took it out. Because this book was covered with metal, no wonder it was so powerful to hit the scorpion just now.

"This should be a high-level magic book." The fat man identified the origin of the book based on the superficial magic knowledge of the two fools, but as for how to unlock the secret lock on the metal writing, he could only stare at him.

The fat man put the magic book back into the bag with helpless look on his face, then took out the animal skin and spread it out.

Very good, this should be a treasure map.

"Go to your sister's treasure map! Where is the golden finger I want?" The fat man angrily threw the treasure map. It was not that he didn't know the preciousness of the treasure map, but because this treasure map is like a ghost talisman, who can understand it?

The fat man smiled bitterly and collapsed on the ground again. Fortunately, the place where he collapsed was located on the shade of a sand dune, otherwise he might have been fucked by the scorching sun.

But there is only one way to die when you continue to stay here, and you can only find a way to leave this ghost place alive.

The fat man closed his eyes and began to accumulate strength, while his mind kept trying to recall how Betty survived in the desert.

"First of all, we need to find the water source. A drop of water in the desert is more important than a piece of meat. If you really can't find the water source, drink your own urine." The fat man swallowed his throat dryly and gritted his teeth and said, "To survive, I will fight!"

In addition, deserts during the day are not suitable for migration. It is best to choose a cool evening and dusk to travel, and find a cool place to rest during the day to accumulate energy.

The fat man narrowed his eyes and glanced at the sky. It was just after noon and it was still early, so he continued to hold up the corpse...

"Wow!!!" Suddenly a strange scream came from the sky, and then a black shadow flew past.

The fat man narrowed his eyes and saw a two-headed vulture with a wingspan of more than one meter circling over his head.

The fat man kept clenched the leather bag and tried his best to calm his breathing so that he could look like a corpse.

The two-headed vulture was very cautious and hovered in the sky for more than an hour. It was not until four or five companions arrived. Then it jumped carefully to the distance of the fat man three steps away, and looked at the delicious meal in front of him with caution.

Perhaps more and more companions arrived, making the two-headed vulture braver, moved their claws to get closer to the fat man little by little. First, they pecked the fat man and saw that he didn't react, so they immediately relaxed their vigilance and approached a little again.

The next second, the fat man suddenly rose up, swung his leather bag and smashed the two-headed vulture, and then another move of hungry tiger pounced on the two-headed vulture.

The two-headed vulture immediately hissed and struggled wildly, but the fat man did not give it any chance to break free. His two-headed vulture tightly and he roared: "A bad beast, I will hold my sister in my arms and kill me!"

With two clicks, the fragile neck of the two-headed vulture was broken and immediately fell limp.

The death of the companion immediately scared away the remaining two-headed vultures.

The fat man bit open the neck of the two-headed vulture and sucked the vulture's blood like a vampire.

Immediately, a salty smell filled my mouth, almost choking the fat man to death.

But the fat man swallowed a scorpion that was a hundred times more unpalatable. The mere little salty and fishy vulture blood was as good as nectar in his mouth.

Soon the blood in the vulture was sucked by the fat man, and finally relieved his hunger. It was not until this time that the fat man felt a burning pain on his right arm. He rolled up his sleeves and saw that his arm was covered with claw marks, which were left by the vulture when he was struggling hard.

Mr. Qi didn't feel anything. Now, when he had eaten and drank, he immediately took a breath in pain.

The fat man knew very well that if the wound became inflamed and infected in such a harsh environment, he would definitely die. Even if he was lucky enough to be infected, he would be dead. So he quickly looked for something that could be bandaged, but unfortunately he could not find anything available on his body after flipping.

The fat man remembered the treasure map in his leather bag, and quickly took out the treasure map but accidentally brought out the magic book.

The fat man was in a hurry to deal with the wound, but he didn't notice that his blood was absorbed on the metal cover of the magic book.

The fat man used the treasure map as a bandage to stop the bleeding in time. Then, while enduring the pain, he reached out to pick up the magic book and put it back into the bag to continue as a meteor hammer.

But I didn't want to hurt so much that I couldn't hold it firmly. The magic book fell to the ground with a squeak and opened it on its own.
Chapter completed!