"Origin?" Scar's men were stunned for a moment, and the look he looked at Shen Feng changed instantly. "Listening to what you said, I also feel that this foreigner really doesn't have any mutations..."

"Put it down, Boss Scar, you are thinking too much. You see, there is nothing wrong with Hui San. Who would know that he has a tail just by looking at it? Even that little bitch Yinghuo, look at She's quite pretty, but who would have known that her mutation index was the highest in the town and she almost couldn't keep her alive." A bald man chewed up the dried earthworms in his mouth and waved his hands.

"Yes, Brother Scar, the curse is invisible and intangible. I have never met anyone who has not been cursed in these years. I heard that the pure source of the Crow Tribe was obtained from a war with other tribes in the past, and it is almost gone. At fifty years old, the old can't get any older, no wonder they want to find new sources..."

Scar snorted coldly, ignored his subordinates' negativity, and said: "So, we need to get his sample and show it to the Crow Tribe's breeder. It is said that they have a sacred object that can detect whether it is cursed." …”

"The mayor has already said that we won't let us cause trouble for him..." The bald man next to him smacked his lips and said, "But I am familiar with the owner of the shop, Lao Wang..."

It took Shen Feng and Yinghuo almost an hour to finish the food. Because they ordered so much, the shop owner even gave them a plate of extremely hard rabbit jerky, which made their gums bleed from chewing.

After finishing lunch, Yinghuo patted her belly with satisfaction and said to Shen Feng:

"How about it? No need to thank me, I'll show you around our town."

Although this meal was not as delicious as what Shen Feng gave her, the chili sauce was so fragrant that it was a perfect match with the cockroach cake.

At this time, Shen Feng already had a general understanding of the food culture of the wasteland. He rubbed his sour stomach and nodded in agreement.

For this nuclear war wasteland mission, the "Real Doomsday Game" did not give him a time limit, indicating that it would likely become a long mission and the clues would not be that easy to collect.

On the contrary, he was not in a hurry, and he might be able to find an important clue inadvertently.

For example, in a place like Wuming Town.

Moreover, in this kind of wasteland apocalypse, the real danger is to stand out too much and appear unsociable. Maybe he should change his clothes and replace them with that kind of broken plastic bark and grass root braid, so as not to attract other people. coveted by people.

While thinking about it, Shen Feng began to walk around the town under the guidance of Yinghuo.

Although Wuming Town is small, it is well-equipped with all kinds of shops, blacksmiths, restaurants, and even its own hospital.

Of course, there are no medicines. It all depends on some plants and herbs prepared by the doctor based on his experience. Anesthesia can knock people unconscious directly.

Soon, Shen Feng, led by Yinghuo, arrived at the most important building in Wuming Town.

Temple of civilization!

Judging from the appearance of the building, it seems that it was converted from a former bank.

On the top of the building stands a pattern made of waste integrated circuit boards, a green bird.

Occasionally, people would come in and out of the arch, with pious expressions on their faces.

Walking to the door of the Civilization Temple, Shen Feng couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

On both sides of the door, there are actually two poems written in crooked Chinese characters:

On the left is "The east wind blooms thousands of trees at night", and on the right is "It blows down the stars like rain".

However, the person who wrote these things obviously didn't know the characters at all, and he just drew them according to the glyphs he saw somewhere.

Yinghuo closed her eyes devoutly, raised her hands, and kept shaking her fingers, simulating typing.

Before Shen Feng could ask questions, Yinghuo had already opened his eyes and said to him:

"This is our prayer to the Civilization Temple. Come on, follow me in to pay homage to the statues. There are many statues here."

The two of them walked in, and Shen Feng immediately discovered that the layout here was similar to the temples and other places he had visited before.

A large hall, surrounded by pedestals with statues of gods, as well as statues of enshrined gods.

There are also some dried mice, bottle caps and other things placed on the surrounding altar tables, which are obviously left by the believers as offerings.

What shocked Shen Feng was the statues of gods placed on the pedestal!

On the left is an old and yellowed refrigerator and an electric oven!

On the right, there is a rusty train wheel and a broken airplane model wrapped in torn plastic bags.

There are some tables around with microwaves, mobile phones, electric fans, broken air conditioners, TVs without screens, etc.

It's all electronic waste.

In the very middle of the entire hall is a model of an intercontinental ballistic missile made of used shell skin, with "-36" crookedly written on it.

Yinghuo noticed Shen Feng's shock and thought he had never seen these things before, so she immediately started to introduce them.

"This is the statue of the God of Winter, this is the God of Fire, this is the symbol of Hercules, this is the God of the Sky, this is said to be the former God of Light and Shadow, who can create a colorful world out of thin air... This is... …”

She introduced the "gods" one by one, which made Shen Feng feel a little heavy.

The current human race in the wasteland has obviously experienced a mass extinction and a great fault of civilization, so it has almost completely lost contact with the previous technological civilization.

Regarding the past technology, all that is left now are legends. After countless years of circulation, it eventually evolved into the worship of the once science-level creations.

Shen Feng pointed to the strategic missile model in the middle and said:

"This must be the legendary God of the East Wind. Is he the main god?"

Yinghuo quickly waved her hands and said:

"No, although the God of the East Wind is the most powerful god, there is only one true main god, and that is the Great God Jingwei!"

As he spoke, he pointed upwards with a smile on his face.

Only then did Shen Feng discover that there was a pedestal above the strategic missile model. On it was a damaged laptop. It seemed that only the shell was left, but the broken screen was covered with red paint or It's the blood that paints a pattern.

The pattern is very simple and looks like a flying bird.

Jingwei?

Jingwei reclamation?

Is this ancient myth and legend still circulating in this world?

Seeing that Shen Feng was confused, Yinghuo continued:

"The Great God Jingwei leads the God of the East Wind, bringing eternal revenge to our enemies, and also bless all people living on this land. Come on, tonight is the day of rebirth. Let's pray to the Great God Jingwei that tomorrow we will be able to Rebirth.”

Speaking of his birthday, Yinghuo's expression became much more serious and his tone became irrefutable.

Shen Feng couldn't resist her, so he walked over and stood in front of the "god statue". He closed his eyes in a similar manner, raised his hands, and started typing on the non-existent virtual keyboard.

"Huh?" Yinghuo asked confused, "Your movements seem to be more standard than mine..."

Shen Feng smiled slightly and complained in his heart, of course, have all these years of chatting been in vain...

This rebirth day is probably similar to the Spring Festival, Ghost Festival, Easter and other festivals.

After all, after experiencing tragic wars and miserable lives, people need spiritual sustenance even more.

At this time, the two of them had eaten, walked around the streets, and worshiped God. It was time to say goodbye.

Yinghuo grabbed a handful of bottle caps from her pocket and stuffed them into Shen Feng's hand and said:

"Hehe, thanks to you for saving me, I can come back to make a fortune and eat so many good things from you. These are considered as thank you gifts for you."

Shen Feng didn't refuse and took it casually and put it in his bag.

This little girl looks careless and heartless, but in fact she has a very delicate mind. If she doesn't accept it, she may break her heart.

Yinghuo then smiled at Shen Feng and said:

"I'm going to buy a big house. We can be considered friends. Let's celebrate our birthday together tonight, right?"

Shen Feng nodded and said, "Okay, see you tonight."

After Yinghuo left happily, Shen Feng came to the back of the statue of Jingwei and suddenly opened the curtain under the shrine.

The person hiding inside immediately appeared, and the black barrel of the gun was pointed at Shen Feng.

Shen Feng smiled:
Chapter completed!