Trickster Hunter.

Chapter 606 Communication

It took Sun Hang more than ten minutes to figure out that the "hunting" mentioned by the survivors did not mean hunting down the giant sand worms, but rather following the movement of the giant sand worms and collecting a special "secretion" from behind them.

People like Nur are known as "hunters" in their communities.

On the other side, the advance team originally planned to come over, but Sun Hang decisively rejected their plan. After a period of communication, Nur had let down most of his guard against Sun Hang. If a bunch of unfamiliar "outsiders" suddenly appeared at this time, it was hard to guarantee that Nur would not have an overreaction.

“These are the things I’m going to collect.” Nur pulled out several leather bags from the wreckage of the sand barge. Sun Hang opened one and found a viscous, pale red liquid inside that emitted a pungent, fishy smell.

According to Nur, the special secretions of the sand-sinking giant worm evaporate in just half a day when exposed to air. To collect them, one must follow the sand-sinking giant worm and put them into a sealed container before they evaporate completely.

This secretion contains trace amounts of memetic reaction, but what's amazing is that as long as the bag opening is tied tightly, these seemingly ordinary leather bags can completely block the memetic reaction of the secretion, and even Sun Hang's perception ability cannot penetrate it.

"What's the use of this?" Sun Hang asked Nur.

“This is what we use to feed…” Nur suddenly stopped mid-sentence and quickly shook his head, “I can’t tell you!”

"Fine, don't tell me then... By the way, are you hungry? Thirsty?"

Before Nur could even speak, his stomach rumbled and answered for him when Sun Hang asked him that question. He hurriedly searched for the wreckage of the sand boat, but only found a worn-out water bag that had long since run out of water.

As for food, well, let's not even talk about it.

Sun Hang noticed that the most sturdy parts of the sand boat were basically used to store the skin bags containing the secretions of the giant sand worms. As for Nur's other supplies, they had long been scattered in the vast sea of ​​sand along with the damage to the sand boat.

Do you remember what happened before you fell into a coma?

“Before I lost consciousness…” Nur tried to recall, “it was…it was the wrath of the Storm God…His servants transformed into all-encompassing whirlpools sweeping across the sea of ​​sand…by the time I tried to maneuver my sand boat to escape, it was too late…”

Judging from Nur's description and the traces at the scene, this unfortunate fellow most likely encountered a sandstorm or tornado. However, the destructive power of the sandstorm here is incomparable to the deadly sandstorm in the no-man's-land of the Hexi Corridor. At least ordinary people like Nur have a chance of surviving a sandstorm, while the deadly sandstorm can crush even the heavy armored vehicles of the Longcheng City Defense Army into a lump of scrap metal filled with minced meat, let alone such a simple sand boat.

It's unclear whether the sandstorms in the desert are a natural phenomenon or a strange phenomenon... The giant sand worm will hunt other strange phenomena that appear in the desert, but when faced with strange phenomena, even the giant sand worm probably doesn't have a good way to deal with them.

“It seems your priests’ blessing does have some effect after all… you managed to survive.” Sun Hang nodded, then took out a pack of field rations from his backpack in front of Nur and ate it with water.

For Sun Hang, whose palate had been spoiled by Zhong Ling, the taste and texture of the field rations were barely palatable... This stuff was more like a supplement to maintain vital signs than food, but in front of Nur, Sun Hang deliberately pretended that it was delicious, even smacking his lips loudly while eating.

Watching Sun Hang devour his food, Nur couldn't help but swallow hard. He pressed his hand against his emaciated stomach, his eyes fixed on the compressed biscuit that smelled of oil.

"You're not trying to steal my food, are you?" Sun Hang glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and asked in a low voice.

Nur did not answer.

"You don't think you can beat me, do you?" Nur still didn't answer.

His attention seemed completely absorbed by the food, and he was unable to think about anything else.

"Do you want it?" Sun Hang took out another compressed biscuit from his bag.

Nur lunged forward instantly, but before his hand could even touch the compressed biscuit, Sun Hang had already kicked him away.

Nur crashed heavily onto the sand dune. Although Sun Hang had only used less than 10% of his strength, the excruciating pain throughout his body, as if his bones were breaking, prevented him from getting up from the ground for a while.

"Don't worry, I controlled my strength very well, your bones aren't broken." Sun Hang said to Nur, who was groping around on his body with a pained and terrified expression. For a survivor like Nur, a fracture, an infected wound, or a disease that modern people can cure with medicine is like the knocking of death. In that instant, the fear of death far outweighed the craving for food.

Sun Hang had just realized a problem—his attitude toward Nur seemed to have been too lenient, to the point that the other party seemed to have overlooked a very important matter: the power of life and death was still in Sun Hang's hands.

“I can spare your life and even give you food and water, but I expect you to answer a few simple questions,” Sun Hang said to Nur. “You can answer, or you can refuse… but if you refuse to answer any of them, then you are of no use to me. Do you understand what that means?”

Nur nodded vigorously.

Having grown up in this harsh environment, he certainly understood what would happen to those who were useless.

"How do you solve your food problem?" Sun Hang asked.

Nur looked at the pouch containing the secretions of the giant sand worm.

"Is this your food?" Sun Hang picked up a leather bag, somewhat taken aback. "This thing... can't be eaten, can it?"

Even if it's safe to eat, ordinary people would likely get infected if they did.

“No…we don’t eat it…we use it to feed…feed…” Nur hesitated for a long time over the word “feed,” unable to say what it was.

"So, this stuff is animal feed? You also raise poultry or livestock?"

"What are poultry and livestock?" Nur paused for a moment, then asked in return.

Do these survivors not even know the concepts of poultry and livestock? But he just clearly used the word "feeding"!
Could it be that the mastermind's translation was flawed?
Looking at Nur in front of him, Sun Hang couldn't help but want to use his mind-reading ability—but mind-reading can only read what the other person is thinking right now. If he were to forcibly read all of the other person's memories, the person whose mind was read would most likely become an idiot or a vegetable afterward.

If one wants to communicate with Nur's settlement, then harming Nur is clearly a very foolish thing to do.

(End of this chapter)