Chapter 829

Three days later, one morning, Jimo rode on the winged tiger as a routine, and made an investigation according to the previous inspection route. Later, she couldn't help worrying about Chen Fang. She flew to the swamp to try her luck and see if she could meet Chen Fang.

Maybe Jimo is lucky, on the way, she really happened to meet Chen Fang.

However, this guy is not in good condition at this time, and I don't know where he provoked a group of green mutant swamp ants. He was chased and ran away in a mess on his electric car.

Among all kinds of mutated organisms in the world, there are three kinds of life: animals, plants and insects, among which insects are the most terrible.

What's terrible is not how strong they are. What's terrible is that they are in large numbers, not afraid of life and death, but also have strange abilities.

For example, the marching ant, which chased Chen Fang and ran away, is a unique variant of the swamp. It is called the wild swamp ant. It's a mud species, and its size is one fist.

There are thousands of small ones and tens of thousands of large ones.

They are not aggressive, and they eat rotten food and are not interested in living creatures. As long as they are not close to them, they will not be attacked actively.

Because of eating rot, the ants are infected with a variety of pathogens.

If you are bitten, you will have a variety of infection symptoms, many refractory, no medicine to treat.

Ordinary people are bitten to death, and the awakened can only rely on their own constitution to see if they can survive.

But so far, there is no record of survival after being bitten by moor ants.

So when he saw Chen Fang being chased by such a group of things that made people smell the wind and change color, Jimo didn't even think about it, so he let the flying tiger dive down and take Chen Fang up to the sky.

Suddenly it's in the sky. Chen Fang instinctively wants to attack. Fortunately, even if Jimo makes a sound to remind him, Chen Fangcai doesn't cut down his weapon according to the tiger's head.

After flying for a distance, Jimo found a safe place to put Chen Fang down.

After landing, Chen Fang asked suspiciously, "Jimo, why are you here?"

"Patrol. Come by and have a look."

Jimo such as the truth, and then nervously check from Chen defense.

"How did you get into trouble with the moor ants? Did you get bitten?"

Chen Fang is very moved when he looks around him and turns to check Jimo.

"No, don't worry."

"I didn't mean to provoke them, but I just found this thing and was chased after it."

While explaining, Chen Fang took out a fist the size of a treasure. It was black with cracks on the surface and looked like a block of blue star truffle.

"This is "Wild wild wild rice."

Jimo took over the identification, and then couldn't help crying out.

Wild rice is extremely rare. It only grows in the ant nest of wild marsh. It takes ten years for a piece of wild rice to grow up the size of a nail. For a piece of wild rice the size of a fist, it takes at least three or four hundred years to grow up.

The growth of this thing depends on the faeces of the wild swamp ants, which may also be because of this. The wild swamp wild rice has the same function as the blue star antibiotic, and can be used to treat infectious diseases. However, as far as the effect is concerned, it is more powerful, without any side effects. In addition, when the disease is cured, it will produce the special energy of immune virus infection in the human body, and the effect is very powerful.

Now there is a kilogram of gold on the market, but there is no market for it. Chen Fang's fist sized piece of wild rice weighs at least two or three jin, and it's still a complete piece. It's worth a lot to sell.

But Chen Fang didn't wait for Jimo's praise and adoration. Instead, he waited for her angry stare and reprimand.

"You don't want to die. This thing grows in the nest of wild swamp ants. How dare you go? You're not afraid of accidents?"

Wild rice is extremely rare and has great effect, but it is not as important as Chen Fang's life in Jimo.

Chen Fang felt his nose. Instead, he was scolded. He was embarrassed, but he was not angry. After all, people were worried about him.

"In fact, I am also very helpless, are unfortunate encounter." Chen Fang said innocently.

It turned out that after killing the totem orc, it was getting late at that time. Chen Fang didn't want to stay in the swamp to feed the mosquitoes, so he left directly. But before he got out of the swamp, it was dark.

With the help of night vision glasses, even if he can't see his fingers at night, he can still see his feet clearly and won't fall into the puddle.

But I didn't expect that at night, the swamp began to fog, and it became thicker and thicker, and in the end, the visibility was lower than three meters.

In this case, Chen Fang naturally did not dare to go any further, so he was ready to stay in place until dawn and wait for the fog to disperse.

With the fog rising, a group of original mutant animals in the swamp also began to hunt. It happened that they also met Chen Fang who stayed in the swamp at night, so it was natural to fight.

The fog came and went, fighting all night. Although Chen Fang finally got rid of the mutated creatures hunting in the fog, he found that he had lost his way in the swamp when the fog dispersed in the morning.It doesn't matter. Relying on the sun in the sky, Chen Fang soon found his way and came to the ruins of the totem crazy Orc tribe that he had shoveled.

Because he was tired of fighting all night, Chen Fang took a rest on the spot. He didn't want to sleep. At night, unfortunately, it was foggy again. What's more, he was targeted by a group of mutant creatures. This time, he had more mutant creatures and stronger strength.

Chen Fang was chased around again. At last, he had to summon the tree demon soldiers to help him. He spent 200 gold coins to destroy the mutant creatures, and another night passed.

The fog dispersed during the day, and Chen Fang found the right direction again. However, because he had been chased so far in the night before, when he came to the ruins of Totem Tribe for the second time, it was already night, and the fog rose again.

"If you don't believe me, I was chased and beaten by a group of mutant beasts for seven nights in a row, and I could only walk to the ruins of the tribe every time. I repeated it again and again. If the mutant beasts I met were not different from the dense fog, I thought I was trapped in a cycle of time." Chen Fang said sadly.

"Just last night, the fog was the thinnest in the past few days, and the visibility could reach more than ten meters. I couldn't stand it any more. I was on my way through the night, and it was OK all the way ahead. I didn't meet any mutated creatures. Originally, I was very happy that I didn't have any bad luck any more. I didn't think it was too much. A group of ghosts were waiting for me."

Speaking of this, Chen Fang thought of his mood at that time and almost cried.

The ghost of misfortune, whose cause is unknown, is distributed in all marshes. Its strength is so weak that it can be destroyed by blowing a breath. But even so, don't touch it, because it's very mysterious. The advice given by the adventurers is to run away when you see it, or you will be drowned and have no chance.

It's the third most dangerous thing in the adventure guild's top ten list.

By the way, moor ants are not on the list.

"If I didn't run fast, I would choke to death one day when I wash my face." Chen Fangxin said with lingering fear.

"Because I wanted to avoid the ghost, I ran away and didn't look at the ground. As a result, I rushed to the nest of the wild swamp ant, and fell in with one foot, just in the place where the wild swamp is growing."

"It's just that the treasure is around. There's no reason why I don't take it. That's how this wild rice comes from. I'm not brave enough to break into the ant nest." Chen Fang shrugged and said.

So Chen Fang was chased by the ants, not because he took a piece of wild rice, but because he collapsed other people's houses. How could such hatred not chase him.

Jimo also understood that Chen Fang's ability to get such rare things as wild swamp and wild rice was driven by bad luck, not by his subjective pursuit.

"Well, I don't blame you for your bad luck. Let's go. Everyone in the family is waiting for you to go back."

Jimo says, patting the back of the winged tiger, ready to let Chen Fang sit up and take off. But before Chen Fang is happy, Jimo sniffs twice and refuses Chen Fang's ride.

Bad taste, a bad smell, refuse to carry.

Then Jimo head did not return to ride away.

Chen Fang left in situ chagrin, missed and beauty intimate opportunities.

"Another day, we need to develop a skill to bathe anytime, anywhere."

Chen Fang was disappointed and summoned an electric car to follow.