Almost all of them are black and shiny guys around. The boy's skin in the coffin must be not white, but it is only closer to the bright bronze brown color. Generally, this is mixed-race, which makes him look out of place with the people around him. Many people are looking at him, speculating on his identity, and coveting the strange box on his back.

The coffin-like box was very unusual at first glance, especially when I saw that this was a boy under twenty years old, many people looked greedy.

The bald boy didn't seem to care much about these coveting gazes. He walked into a small shop on the side of the road with a calm expression on his face.

This small shop is not big, but it is also luxurious in this kind of place. At least the building is not built with a few wooden boards. At this time, several tables of guests were sitting eating. Although there were no delicacies, a bowl of steaming broth soaked in the cake sachets, and the aroma spreads around it. This is a rare delicacy in the desert.

The bald boy walked to the front of the stage and showed a real smile, "Boss, give me some dry food and water, thank you."

When he first came in, many people were staring at the strange coffin on his back. After all, the things that could glow were quite strange and were slandered by people. When he heard him speak, a scarred face immediately stood up with malicious intentions.

Just listening to the accent, you can tell that this little bald man is an authentic Tutankhamun man, and a Tutankhamun man actually has an innocuous black skin... This must be a new human being who has evolved to be half-baked. Such a guy usually just barely survives as a coolie under the radiation of the world. Such a weak guy has no human rights, and no one will bury him if he dies.

In fact, the more difficult the place is, the worse the world is, and the more fragile the rules are. This is good in Tutankhamun's sphere of influence, and other oasis on the edge are completely returning to the slave society.

"Boy, your coffin is quite special. Have you prepared it for yourself?" Scarface was extremely tall, standing behind the little bald head, like the difference between an elephant and a zebra. He greedily reached out and touched the coffin with a faint blue light, wanting to try what material it was. You must know that the people in the Federation like to collect some strange things. If you find an intermediary, you may be able to sell it for a good price.

There are several bottles of Coke from the Empire that can be replaced with a good girl here.

"Sir, it's best not to touch it by living people." The little bald man did not dodge or avoid it, and even turned around. His voice was soft and sincere: "That would not be good for your health."

This was obviously said to him, and Scar was stunned. For some reason, this plain tone actually made him feel a little afraid, unlike the fear of surrendering when facing the strong, and he couldn't help but frown.

But several companions behind him laughed out loud: "Does this little brat think he is a god of death?"

"Haha, the brave Babru is actually scared!"

The little bald head in front of him was still standing there quietly without moving, with a strange apology on his face.

Scarface Bablu's face turned red, and the strange feeling that had just lingered in his heart suddenly disappeared. In the Tutankhamun Empire, your timidity was seen by his companions, and then you will be no different from a dog in front of them from now on.

The fierce look on his face appeared. He stretched out his hands and grabbed the blue coffin with a fierce hand: "Damn, I not only have to touch it, but also rob it. Put down this thing and get out of here, otherwise I will put you in!"

He grabbed the blue coffin with both hands. When he got it, he was neither hot nor cold, and he didn't feel anything abnormal. The last bit of suspicion in his heart also dissipated. Just as he was about to use force to drag it over, he heard a sound of breaking wind coming from the side!

The sound of the wind broke out too quickly and quickly. As soon as he heard the sound, his face was already hit hard. The huge force made him feel half of his face as if he was hit by a truck. In an instant, he fell to the ground two meters high. He stood up and shook his head hard, and saw that the one hit him was just half of the leftover cake!

A trace of dark gray blood spilled out of the corner of Bablu's mouth. Although it was heavy enough, it was not enough to be beaten to stand up. He jumped up angrily: "Who!"

"A mere gray-blooded worm?" A man with a cloak all over his body said with a funny look: "No wonder a pancake was smashed away by you."

As soon as these words were said, not only Bablu, but also a few companions who were a little stunned were all angry. The Tutankhamun Empire also had a new human warrior level division. Unlike the Free Federation, they used the color of their respective blood as a judgment on their strength.

In order to fight against the harsh weather, the new humans evolved on the African continent have significantly increased melanin in their bodies. This is not only reflected in the appearance of the skin, but also in the blood, assimilated by this melanin. It was initially light gray, and after reaching a certain level, it can turn into a dark color. This is probably equivalent to the level where the Free Federation has created a heroic soul. It is said that there are black blood warriors who have evolved to completely turn into paint ink.

No matter which level of warrior, the title represents their glory. Although the gray-blooded warrior is the lowest level, it also has their own pride. This guy dares to say "gray-blooded bug" directly, which is no different from calling black people a nigger in peaceful times.

"Looking for death! I'll tear you alive!" Bablu jumped over and rushed up crazily with a few tall and thick companions around him.

There was a low voice around, and many people were watching, not overly surprised. Such knives were happening every day in the oasis, and nothing was strange.

Not only are these guys Bablu extremely powerful, quick-witted, and carry sharp knives at any time, but also have some eyesight. It can be seen that this cloaked man is not easy to deal with. In the blink of an eye, he has surrounded him in the center. Obviously, he has had good professional training, but it’s a pity...

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