Wasteland: My items are infinitely upgraded.

Chapter 2: Wasteland, Death-Eating Vulture, Using Himself as Bait

Ding Yi was stunned for a moment, then she understood what Lin Feng meant:
“It’s edible, but hard to kill.”

"They are the most cautious scavengers in this wasteland..."

"They will follow their target and only slowly approach it after confirming it's completely dead and safe. Furthermore, they will immediately fly away at the slightest sign of trouble within a hundred or two hundred meters."

"The bows and arrows of the barbarians at this distance are not lethal enough, and the professional hunting teams armed with rifles would not look down on the few pounds of rotten meat on the Death Vulture."

"Because rifle bullets are more expensive than them."

At this point, Ding Yi sighed:
"Forget it. Unless you hold the gun close to your face, it's no better than a firewood stick. Wait, I'll go look for lizards, beetles, or ants."

Lin Feng took a deep breath, smelled the foul smell emanating from his right leg, and shook his head:

"They are the only big prey that can be seen."

"How long until we can continue our journey?"

Ding Yi had already started searching for rocks and pulled out a ten-centimeter-long dagger from his waist. He moved swiftly:
"We've been walking for nearly eight hours, covering twenty kilometers. We still have sixteen hours left, but Captain Chen needs to rest for eight hours and spend the remaining eight hours gathering food."

"This is the average day for most people in the wasteland, unless you have enough strength and supplies to catch up with the main force, spend a lot of money, get a motel, and have a good night's sleep."

“Rest while you’re on the road, and time will be plentiful.”

"I heard that the Evolvers' high-end RVs are equipped with special electric fans and air conditioners..."

As she spoke, Ding Yi licked her deeply cracked white lips. In more than a month, she had forgotten the touch of air conditioning:

“You can drink the condensed water from the air conditioner!”

Lin Feng's mind flashed back to the air-conditioned room in his memory. Under the scorching heat of over 40 degrees Celsius, he missed it especially much:
"So... this is still Earth?"

Ding Yi nodded, then shook her head:
"It's Earth, but it's not the same Earth as before. We lost a large part of our memory while dormant. Only by constantly evolving can we recall the past."

"The captain has been awake for over five years and has traveled nearly 40,000 kilometers. The equator is just over 40,000 kilometers away, and her awakening point is nearby, so she's been saving people lately."

Lin Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, knowing the captain's strong strength:
"She's looking for her former relatives?"

Ding Yi glanced at Lin Feng and used a knife to dig out a piece of unknown grass root from the crevice:

"That's right. You have delicate skin and are handsome. You must have been rich or noble in the past. When you regain your memory, you can help me recall it."

Lin Feng licked his cracked lips. He only remembered some vague fragments of the past.

But none of this matters. The most important thing right now is to find ways to get the meat and survive first!

Then Lin Feng raised his head with difficulty and stood up, tearing off the bandage on his right leg, revealing a bunch of grass roots infected with foul-smelling pus.

Enduring the immense pain, he peeled them off with trembling hands, leaving a dozen centimeters of blackened, blurred wound exposed to the air.

"I don't know any anti-inflammatory herbs, try this."

Ding Yi tasted the unknown grass root in her hand, and after confirming the sour and numb feeling on the tip of her tongue, she walked towards the cart.

Lin Feng shook his head. He was weak and no matter how many herbs he used, it would be useless.

After smearing the rotten pus on his hands, he said to the puzzled woman in front of him:

"Just like that, bury me..."

Ding Yi was stunned for a moment, then became angry:
"Don't you want to live anymore? You're the first one to give up on death so early! The captain's kindness is wasted. I should have listened to Qi Shan and sold you out sooner!"

Lin Feng smiled, waited for the pus to smear all over his cheek, then slowly raised his revolver and aimed at the black dot in the distance:

"I can't hold on any longer. If I can't eat meat, I'll die slowly. I might as well give it one last try."

"Bury me in that conspicuous scorched earth, cover me with a layer of yellow sand, and I'll do the rest."

Ding Yi was stunned, and then he realized that Lin Feng wanted to pretend to be a dead body, lure the death-eating vulture to land close, and then kill it.

Looking at the pale cheeks and determined eyes of the man in front of her, Ding Yi felt a strange feeling and even ignored the strong stench emanating from him.

So I gathered up the grass roots and pushed the cart:
"Using your body as bait, living towards death..."

"I'm a little curious about what kind of person you were before... You've adapted so quickly."

Lin Feng lay on the cart, gripping the revolver tightly:

"I... just want to live..."

…………

More than ten minutes later, Lin Feng was "abandoned" on a vast expanse of desolate scorched earth two hundred meters away from the temporary camp.

The smell of decay drifted into the air along with the wound on the right leg and the heat wave.

Soon, the death-eating vultures circling in the sky gradually lowered their flight altitude, from a thousand meters above, to hovering a hundred or two hundred meters above Lin Feng's head. They were confirming whether their prey was completely dead.

Time passed by minute by minute, until ten minutes later...

When Lin Feng was really about to collapse, a small group of death-eating vultures landed dozens of meters away from him.

Cautiously approaching this side.

Jumping around, shrinking head, with shifty eyes.

Lin Feng came back to his senses after hearing the noise. His eyes narrowed slightly, half drooping, leaving only a slit, and he held his breath and concentrated.

With his weak and pale face and the rotten and stench emanating from his body, he looked like a person who had been dead for a long time.

Soon, a hungry vulture bravely came forward, tilted its neck, and stared at the human whose half body was buried in the ground with its red eyes as big as marbles.

The disgusting stench of the prey is a rare delicacy in the eyes of the death-eating vulture.

Because food is scarce, most carnivores in the wilderness have evolved the ability to eat scavengers, but there are only a few animals that are truly willing to eat carrion.

The Death Vulture happens to be one of the rare ones.

Birds have straightforward intestines and poor digestive abilities, and they even need to peck at gravel and sand to aid in grinding. The water content of organisms in the wilderness is very low, their blood is viscous, and their skin and flesh are like air-dried bacon, making them even more difficult to digest.

Therefore, the death-eating vultures sometimes wait for the dead body to become soft and rotten after the initial bacterial infection and fermentation, and then tear the rotten flesh and devour it voraciously.

Fortunately, before Lin Feng pretended to be dead, in order to lower the Death-Eating Vulture's guard, he suppressed his nausea and smeared the rancid pus from his right leg all over his body...

To the Death-Eating Vulture, this was simply a delicious meal delivered to its doorstep.

The hungry Death Vulture approached the wound on the right leg, where the stench was the strongest, and pecked at the rotten flesh with its hooked beak...

Seeing this, the rest of the group relaxed their vigilance.

Driven by hunger, they gradually approached.

The pain caused by the pecking of the death-eating vulture made Lin Feng extremely awake.

He bit his tongue so hard that he broke out in a cold sweat.

But the desire for food and the fear of death overcame the gradually numb pain nerves.

Keep your body stiff and accumulate strength secretly.

Until more and more Death-Eating Vultures gathered...

Lin Feng seized the opportunity and grabbed the claw of the nearest death-eating vulture with his left hand. His right hand, which was holding the Type 05 revolver, was raised in an instant!
He just shot randomly at the flock of vultures around him!
Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!
Six bullets fired at once!

Revolvers have many flaws, but one thing they do have is that they won't jam. Even if they encounter a dud, they will directly fire the next round.

So the continuous shooting is very smooth.

The castrated power of the Type 05 revolver also makes the recoil very small, making it very easy to use.

Even a dying person like Lin Feng can control it to shoot at a flock of death-eating vultures.

After firing all the bullets, accompanied by a series of gunshots, the flock of death-eating vultures suddenly scattered like chickens and dogs!

Four of them were unlucky and were hit at close range by the Type 05 revolver. They lost their ability to fly steadily and limped and fluttered on the ground, or took off with difficulty and glided for dozens of meters before falling to the ground again.

The death-eating vulture that Lin Feng was holding tightly in his left hand was frightened and flapped its wings wildly. At the same time, it used its sharp beak to peck at the human's arm in an attempt to break free.

This is the worst-case scenario, the guaranteed one.

But at this time, Lin Feng had exhausted his physical strength and was powerless. The strength in his left hand was getting weaker and weaker.

Just when he was about to let go, a steel rod pierced through the struggling Death Vulture and went straight into the crevice.

The next moment, Lin Feng was completely exhausted and collapsed to the ground.

Glancing sideways, I saw a man aiming his bow.

Kill the remaining wounded Death Eaters that escaped.

Before closing my eyes and passing out...

A reminder popped up out of the corner of my eye:
"Death-eating vulture, lv1/9, dead"

「生命值：0，体质：5，精神：3；lv1各属性上限10」

"Rating: A master of survival in the wasteland, a teller of the dead. Often collaborates with other carnivores, guiding them to hunt down the old, weak, and sick. Meat is dry, tough, and sour, and the chest muscles are rich in energy."

(End of this chapter)