This time I chose Paladin

Now if he could run into those people again, wouldn't he take the opportunity to lure them back to the sect?

Moreover, the extreme climate change in the previous life killed too many people, many of whom were lone rangers who did not anticipate this climate change.

During their previous conversations, he had repeatedly warned Liang Zhenduan to develop the underground structures of pre-civilizations to prevent extreme weather events. After all, while the new world didn't appear to be prone to extreme weather events, Nie Weiyang still felt a sense of urgency when he looked at the "Planet Barrier Integrity: 91%."

Link the shelter and repair the planet's barrier.

Although there is ample time for this task, it is really difficult. But there is no other way. No matter how difficult it is, we have to find a way to do it.

After all, just think about it, during the extremely high temperature period in the previous life, the perceived temperature on the surface of the planet once reached nearly 70 degrees. If ordinary people did not have self-defense skills, they would be frozen to death after being thrown on the ground for a while. Everyone's fighting style has changed because of this. After all, beating the enemy for a long time may not kill the enemy, but pressing the enemy against a stone can make a fried human... Nie Weiyang wanted to scratch his head.

The extreme high temperatures lasted for a full 200 days, bringing out delicious and fresh food. The subsequent extreme low temperatures were even more outrageous. Everyone carried water with them when they went out, and when they encountered difficult enemies, they would pour water under their feet. The water turned to ice as soon as it left the bottle, and when it spilled on the ground, the New World players, whose average weight was nearly pounds, stepped on it, and it became more slippery than oil. Normal control skills were not as effective as this...

……

In such a dangerous world, it’s better to gather a few more capable and reliable lone rangers to form a team.

Even if the team is loose, it is still much better than relying on yourself outside...

I am trying to refine the language. If I fail to refine it, it means that I have killed my brain by painting.

Chapter 107 Today, You and I Move for All Things Again (Two in One)

The next morning, Nie Weiyang did not leave in a hurry. Instead, he sat in the camp and cooked himself a good meal after a long time.

He changed into a clean casual suit, without any armor, and sat on a wooden stake, stirring the firewood in the stove in front of him.

Flames and smoke rose from dry branches. On a plate above lay wild vegetables, mushrooms, and a few slices of pickled bear meat. Time didn't flow in the backpack, but New World limited the amount of time fresh food could be stored in the game's backpack. Unprocessed food could only be stored until it began to rot, a specific time calculated based on the current external environment.

The food rotted and was scarce, and some people secretly hoarded large amounts of food and then died, and the food in their backpacks disappeared... The last factor was even the biggest problem, because everyone had a backpack, and everyone had the opportunity and reason to do something.

Not all mutant animal meat is edible. They're all mutated, so naturally there's something amiss. On Earth, mammal meat is generally either unpalatable or delicious, but in the New World, many mammal meats also carry some kind of toxin.

If you can eat any mammal, you wouldn't think of eating a giant mutant cockroach. But then again, eating giant mutant cockroaches in this apocalyptic world seems to be a traditional human skill, so you'll get used to it.

The Lucky Lottery, with the bundle of grass stuck to its hood, was parked next to the tent. A set of washed clothes was hung on a rope on its high rear end, successfully turning the motorcycle into a clothes drying rack.

As the heat rose and the fat melted, the thin slices of bear meat gradually changed color and curled, deepening from a tender red to a light brown golden color. The aroma spread, and the light yellow fat flowed out, soaking into the pale white mushrooms and emerald green vegetable roots.

"This mushroom is edible, like button mushroom, hmm..."

Nie Weiyang was holding a notebook and writing something, turning the fried meat over with chopsticks from time to time.

Since he accepted the commission of 'finding new food', he had to do it well.

Nie Weiyang was eating when he heard quick, light footsteps outside. Without stopping, he pulled down his sunglasses and placed two more pieces of meat on the stove.

"Mr. Nie?" a voice came.

The messenger girl who had delivered his message when he entered the city emerged from the bushes. She opened her eyes wide and nervously brushed her messy short hair twice before pulling out a box from her backpack. "It's like this, my superiors asked me to bring this to you..."

"Put it here." Nie Weiyang pointed to a piece of stone next to him that he had flattened. That was his table.

He knew someone was waiting for the girl further away, but he took out a new pair of chopsticks, handed the tail end to the other person, and asked, "Have you eaten? If not, stay and have some."

The aroma of grilled meat and vegetables filled the air, and the girl's eyes couldn't help but drift towards it. But after a pause, she still said, "Eat, eat..."

Nie Weiyang knew that the other party was embarrassed, so he smiled and placed the chopsticks on the edge of the baking tray.

"Sit down and rest for a while. If you're not full, you can eat something." He gestured to the other three seats around the stove. "My place is quite far from the city. Thank you for taking the trouble to come here."

The girl sat down stiffly, the heat and aroma making her almost drool, but when she heard the second half of Nie Weiyang's words, she almost stood up: "No, it's not a bother."

Nie Weiyang just smiled and ate without continuing the conversation.

The food on the grill was really tempting. Seeing that he was calm and at ease, the girl really didn't seem to care about it. She hesitated for a moment, carefully picked up the chopsticks and said thank you, then picked up a piece of unfamiliar green vegetable, turned aside to blow on it and put it in her mouth.

The aroma of oil bursts out in an instant, followed by the sweetness and abundant juice of vegetables.

The fried and roasted vegetables are as delicious as the meat. Although Nie Weiyang's cooking skills are not very good, they are still pretty good. After all, he has always been alone and always has to harvest ingredients. He can't eat fast food all the time - this is just like most international students will develop good cooking skills. When you can't solve everything by going to restaurants or ordering takeout, the gourmet blood of the farming nation will naturally be activated.

When it comes to eating, once you take the first bite, you'll have many more. Nie Weiyang used a pair of serving chopsticks to pick out some vegetables and placed them on a plate. The other person just kept eating the vegetables, not touching the more delicious meat.

"What do you usually eat in Gushi?" Nie Weiyang suddenly asked.

The girl was startled and almost choked on the vegetable juice, bending aside to cough. Nie Weiyang was also frightened by her and stood up from his seat, pulled up his sleeve, and patted her back through the fabric.

"Are you okay? Sorry, I shouldn't have spoken so suddenly."

"It's... it's okay... cough cough cough cough..." The girl choked and burst into tears, "Thank you, I..."

"Don't be impatient, let's talk about it later, take your time." Nie Weiyang said.

Seeing that the other person's condition had improved, he withdrew his hand and returned to his seat, continuing to write something in his notebook.

The girl glanced at him secretly and saw that he was wearing sunglasses again. She was a little confused but didn't dare to ask.

"Just say whatever you want to say." Nie Weiyang said.

The girl hadn't expected to be discovered. She subconsciously wanted to look away, but she mustered her courage and continued to stare at Nie Weiyang's face. After the initial excitement of their meeting, she instinctively sensed a sense of danger and... a kind of charm in Nie Weiyang.

Bottomless danger and approachable charm.

Could it be that he was truly handsome? Even though she could only see the lower half of his face...

She thought for a moment and asked, "Mr. Nie, why do you always wear sunglasses?"

"Because my eyes are not very pretty. And as I said, they are a bit scary." Nie Weiyang spread his hands.

"But there are many people with red eyes in the city, and wearing sunglasses is not very convenient..."

"Not quite the same," Nie Weiyang said. This was like Little Red Riding Hood asking the wolf's grandmother, and it made him want to laugh.

He turned the notebook to the back page and pointed to a sketch of a person on it. It was a young man who was a bit of a show-off. He was quite handsome, but his smile was a bit asking for a beating.

This person has three moles on his face, two under his eyes and one on the side of his nose near the bridge of his nose, all on the left side.

"This person's name is Yi Jian, and his profession is the Holy Spear User. Have you seen him?" he asked.

Yi Jian, the Holy Spear Master, was from an unknown place. In his previous life, he had met Nie Weiyang in Gushi, and the two had traveled together several times. However, he later joined another faction and became addicted to drugs, ultimately being killed by Nie Weiyang himself. Yes, this was the man harmed by the Return Sect.

The girl in front of him was in charge of registering people coming and going at the city gate, so she must have seen countless people. The professional characteristics of messengers made their memories better than ordinary people, because most of the time, the letters they needed to send were verbal messages.

The girl stared at the portrait, thoughtfully: "No...no?"

"No or yes?"

"No." The girl confirmed the answer.

Nie Weiyang shook his head slightly, tore off the paper and handed it to the other party.

"When you go back, give this to them and tell them I'm looking for this person," he said.

The girl nodded, put the paper into her backpack, thought for a moment, and then said, "What you asked just now..."

"Hmm?" Nie Weiyang listened attentively.

"In the old city, our meals weren't fixed. It depended on what the hunting and picking teams brought back that day. Most of the time, we had wild vegetable porridge and vegetable cakes, but our superiors would try to give us a small piece of meat or half a bird's egg to supplement our nutrition. After meals, we would have three or five berries like blueberries or currants.

"Civil servants are paid 15 silver rings a day, but since there are fewer of them, they have a heavier workload. Combatants are paid 30, plus a food allowance, because their work is more dangerous. Construction workers are paid 10 silver rings, as they don't have to take on too many risks. Furthermore, since everyone has been reformed and is very strong, their labor is worthless.

"An adult's meal costs about two silver rings, while children's is one or half a silver ring. Half a silver ring isn't enough, so families share meals with their children. Today you pay, tomorrow I pay... Some people take advantage and don't want to pay back, but most people still abide by this unwritten rule."

The girl organized her words.

"But there is an exception: the expedition teams responsible for exploration and development. Their wages during training are the same as those of construction workers, while their wages during missions are 60 silver rings a day. Because their casualty rate is very high, many people even die on their first mission, and most people can't survive more than five missions.

"The New World is incredibly bizarre. A few days ago, someone on an expedition even claimed to have seen a teammate killed by a deceased teammate. It seems the higher-ups are now limiting a person to a maximum of three consecutive missions, after which they must rest for seven days..."

"Dead teammates?" Nie Weiyang pricked up his ears and leaned forward. "Did they describe the scene?"

"No, that person was already unconscious when he returned to the city. He was also poisoned, and his body quickly rotted away. Parasites crawled out, and then he turned into a zombie. I guess what he saw was actually a teammate turned into a zombie..." The girl gritted her teeth, feeling a little creepy, but habitually not showing vulnerability. "Most of the people who returned from that group were probably infected. This is one of the reasons we set up checkpoints at the city gates."

Zombies?

No, Nie Weiyang felt something was wrong. He habitually searched his memory and quickly found someone.

The man's name is unknown, but his occupation is known as the 'Lost Soul Puppet Master'. His fighting style is to manipulate the corpses of others. His most common method is to use zombie parasites to infect others, and then use his own energy to erode the target and manipulate them.

How come zombies aren't considered corpses?

Even though this type of manipulation is restrained by some professions such as Taoist priests, priests, chanters, and paladins, as long as the Lost Soul Puppet Master avoids religious people, he can gradually build up his own power.

In his previous life, this soul-destroying puppeteer roamed around the countryside, killing residents in wild settlements to make puppets. He even set off a catastrophe in which puppets and zombies cooperated to attack big cities, and successfully swallowed up three cities, killing countless people.

At that time, this matter was resolved when cities all over the country sent troops to aid the fourth city. After all, if one of them is gone, the other will be in trouble. No one wanted to see that guy attack the fifth city with nearly 10 million "men". The large population of Zhongzhou would make it so that if this kind of person snowballed, he would definitely cause disaster to one side.

Moreover, this person has a cooperative relationship with the Return Sect, but it is not known when this cooperation began.

Nie Weiyang tried his best to recall the information about this person.

In his previous life, Nie Weiyang and the others only noticed him after he was involved in that red public hazard incident. After all, no one who survived was stupid. How could this class, which was clearly a late-stage war god, jump out so early?

That guy even managed to escape despite being chased by various heroes during a major incident. But three months later, while hiding in a safe house and thinking he was safe, Nie Weiyang patted him on the shoulder from behind.

Yes, I have killed.

The other party screamed as if he had seen a ghost.

Nie Weiyang pondered for a long time, but couldn't find any previous records of the Lost Soul Puppet Master's whereabouts. But even if he was indeed near the ancient city, he wouldn't be surprised: after all, Zhongzhou had a large population.

If the other party was truly nearby, Nie Weiyang would have to wonder if the relocation of Religious Street had anything to do with him... After all, professions like Taoist priests, like Paladins, inherently resisted such evil. If the other party wanted to use the Return Sect to cause trouble, it would be reasonable to eliminate their old enemy beforehand.

Sky Crossing Demon, Server, Zhongzhou Bone Sacrifice Court, Lost Soul Puppet Master, and even more...

This hot land is truly filled with immortals.

"...I understand." Nie Weiyang said.

He asked the messenger to wait for a moment, quickly drew a sketch of the portrait, tore off the paper and handed it to the other party.

"This person's name is unknown. He's a Lost Soul Puppet Master, capable of manipulating corpses, which inherit some of their former powers. Because he's afraid to reveal his profession, he likely won't enter the city, or won't enter through normal channels. So, if you find anyone wrapped up tightly, afraid to reveal their appearance, with excessively pale or gray skin, or emitting a foul odor, arrest them. They might be a puppet."

Nie Weiyang adjusted his sunglasses as he spoke, and never mentioned that he was also a person who "wrapped himself up tightly and did not dare to reveal his appearance" and even had pale skin.

He even felt a kind of excitement, a long-lost excitement of hunting. His instincts were calling him to kill something, and this time, he would do it.

"Tell them, if they see this man, to keep an eye on him and separate him from the people around him. Those are all dead bodies."

Nie Weiyang smiled and licked his itchy fangs.

"Whenever I'm here and you see him, just call me anytime," he said. "What's your name?"

"...flowers." said the girl.

"Hua? Is that your first or last name?"