Destiny is ashes

Chapter 69 A chaotic world

Although there was a question like "What if the clothes of a dead person have markings?", there was more than one town in the wilderness, so he could just run to another town.

At this moment, the sound of gunfire was getting farther and farther away, so An Jing stood up and approached the area where the two sides had previously exchanged fire.

There is no need to worry about the language problem. The only thing to consider now is the danger.

But even though it was dangerous, An Jing had to act. Not only for the clothes, he also wanted to try his luck and see if he could pick up a 'live person'.

The battle was quite fierce.

When An Jing arrived at a firefight point, he could be sure that this was a world that was similar to the Huaixu World and his previous life.

Although the clothing styles of the gang members in these wilderness towns are different, they have many similarities in design, such as bulletproof raincoats made of fiberglass, gas masks that everyone has, and information window screens made into bamboo hats with hanging gauze...

The raincoat and hat wrap people up to isolate them from the effects of acid rain, and the steel gas mask covers most of their faces to isolate them from poisonous gas and miasma.

From a distance, they all looked like fishermen on a fishing boat.

But only when you take a closer look can you see how technically demanding this outfit is.

"These raincoats, hats, and flying sword cases are all magical instruments."

The sword spirit's voice was a little surprised: "The whole body of magic weapons - the weapon cultivation skills in this world are a bit too advanced."

"Are they all magical weapons?" An Jing was originally taking the time to remove the raincoat and hat from the corpse, as well as the weapons used in the previous exchange of fire.

But after hearing the words of the sword spirit, he couldn't help but slow down his hand: "I remember that no matter it is martial arts or Qi training, only practitioners can use magic weapons..."

"Yes. Although some magical instruments can be used by mortals, these are not."

The sword spirit confirmed An Jing's guess: "These corpses are all cultivators - although their strength is very low, most of them are in the inner breath realm, but there is indeed not a single mortal."

"In fact, it's not just that. According to my perception, except for some children, everyone else in that city should be a 'cultivator'."

"Everyone is practicing..."

An Jing muttered to himself, and then continued to pick up corpses in a hurry, saying: "So, everyone in this world has spiritual roots?"

"No." The sword spirit denied: "The issue of spiritual roots is quite complicated. Although there are indeed secret methods to adjust them, it is impossible to achieve 'spiritual roots for all people'."

"However, 'everyone practicing' is different from everyone becoming immortal. This world should be able to popularize the practice method and some other methods so that everyone can practice the most basic 'essence and internal breath' and master their own innate qi."

"To put it simply, everyone can be an inner breath warrior, but still only a few can become inner strength warriors."

As he said this, the sword spirit's tone was filled with emotion and a hint of nostalgia: "But even so, it is still a very remarkable achievement. Even Huai Xu back then, only those who came to him could make all the people in his protected area become cultivators."

"Look, every member of these gangs has a magical weapon. If everyone hadn't practiced, this would have been impossible."

An Jing was so absorbed in listening that he even slowed down his pace of touching the corpse. He subconsciously asked, "What about the life weapon? What kind of life weapon is it?"

"Life instruments have existed since ancient times, but they have only gradually increased in number after the Huaixu catastrophe." The sword spirit said, "I vaguely remember a great monk who studied this said that the reason why life instruments can be formed is that people with corresponding fates place their souls on the instruments, so the more people who hold fates, the more life instruments there are - conversely, the more powerful the life instruments are, the more similar fates will be born in the surrounding areas, and the two sides complement each other."

"It has no set levels. Even the weakest life weapon has special magical effects. It is difficult to be replaced. In addition, in the hands of people with the corresponding fate, it can exert power far beyond imagination."

"Some powerful and rare life instruments are even worth waiting for a 'material master' with a corresponding fate... That's all. I don't know much about it."

An Jing silently memorized this information. The origin of the Fuxie Sword Spirit was mysterious and its identity was noble. It was the sword worn by an immortal long ago.

But even He Himself does not know which era He comes from or what kind of power He possesses.

"All right."

Soon, after choosing his equipment, An Jing took off the raincoat and hat from the smallest corpse and put it on himself.

This gang member was not much older than him, at most fourteen or fifteen years old, and he was quite handsome, a handsome young man, but he was fighting with someone with a gun and died here. An Jing couldn't help but think of Huaixu Realm... The two worlds were so similar only in that life was worthless.

Speaking of guns, there are quite a few things to pay attention to.

Just like the guns that An Jing found on the bodies of the exploration team in the initial cave, there are also two types of guns used by these gang members, one is a gunpowder weapon, and the other is a "spiritual light gun".

However, the spiritual light guns in the cave are larger and heavier, and require a large amount of internal energy to be used. Because the situation has been very tense, An Jing does not have the extra energy to infuse internal energy to test their power.

The guns in the hands of gang members are smaller and more portable.

The amount of internal energy it requires is far less than those old spiritual light guns. Even if the internal energy is as thin as a thread, it is probably possible to fire one or two shots to stimulate the spiritual light.

Of course, the power does not seem to be great - the bulletproof raincoats on the corpses were mostly penetrated by gunpowder weapons and some strange penetrating weapons. The small spiritual light gun could only burn a black focus under the influence of the refractive coating of the raincoat, but if the gunpowder weapons were lucky, they could penetrate the bulletproof raincoat and kill the warriors.

At this moment, An Jing also heard noisy voices coming from the direction of the town - obviously, if An Jing could think of picking up corpses, others would definitely think of it too, and it was even possible that both gangs in the firefight sent people to recover their equipment.

An Jing, who had already collected a lot of equipment, quickly left with two spiritual guns and three pistols, as well as some smaller miscellaneous items. These were the most valuable things he could collect in a short period of time.

The sundries were some very suspicious-looking medicines on the dead bodies, some of which seemed to be for therapeutic purposes, but some were clearly wrong.

There was no need for the sword spirit to warn An Jing. As soon as he saw the packaging, he knew it must be some banned psychedelic drugs. He had already taken some of them. It should be used to boost morale before the battle.

Wearing a raincoat with bullet holes and even some blood stains, and putting on a bamboo hat and a gas mask to cover his face, An Jing quickly disappeared into the darkness of the wilderness with the weapons he had obtained.

The night is not peaceful, but rather quite noisy.

I don’t know if it’s like this every day in the other world, or if it’s just special during these recent times, but the entire wilderness is extremely noisy, and almost all gangs and forces in the wilderness are fighting.

An Jing went to four wilderness towns, and in each town there were more than two forces fighting each other, with bullets flying.

"What the hell is this other world?"

He was nearly hit by stray bullets several times, and even once his bullet hit his bulletproof raincoat, but it was too far away so it bounced off. An Jing was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat: "Is there any place where I can be safe?"

After wandering around, An Jing felt that there was no safe place in the entire wilderness - he even saw a few ferocious beasts, probably wolves, retreating from the area near the town in a rather embarrassed manner just like himself.

The two sides met on a narrow road and turned away.

Apparently, faced with the mad, squabbling humans, the beasts felt that this was a bit too extreme.

In addition to towns, there are also many small gathering points in the wilderness. Some are villages, and some are made up of various garbage, steel plates and containers, which seem to be gathering places for vagrants.

This group of homeless people are all fully armed. Their food and clothes may be a bit shabby, but their weapons are definitely adequate.

They were also on guard against the gangs that were fighting each other, and they were all stationed in their own lairs, alertly guarding their surroundings, so An Jing couldn't get close at all.

Not only that, there must be something unusual in the 'big city' far away.

The lights in the towering city that was as far away as the shadows of mountains were unusually bright today, just like the moon falling to the earth, emitting a hazy glow. Fireflies were constantly shuttling around the city. Even from such a distance, An Jing could vaguely sense the chaos in the city.

"Could it be... related to that immortal warship?"

With a lot of trophies from picking up corpses, An Jing slowed down his pace. He looked in the direction of the big city and fell into deep thought.

The wilderness he had seen before didn't seem to be so chaotic, but An Jing had been in this world for too short a time, so he couldn't be sure whether this was normal or abnormal.

Without a source of information, I can only guess on my own, which feels bad.

Fortunately, An Jing quickly solved the problem.

Because he caught a gang tongue and picked up a survivor who was injured but lucky enough to survive.

(End of this chapter)