Chapter 980

Bai Lang also took out silver dollars—compared to the legal currency of later days, this thing was the hard currency of the Republic of China, and it was called "big and small yellow fish" together. A handful of silver dollars could naturally be exchanged for enough exquisite food and very good hospitality, and of course, it also attracted the attention of local bandits—Bai Lang was tall and majestic, with a tiger beard and hanging eyebrows, looking like a peerless fierce general.

But now it was the world of foreign guns. What was the use of your big knife? Even if the knife was strong and the horse was fast, you would be knocked down with one shot. Seeing Bai Lang carrying a bag full of silver dollars, those bandits also swallowed their saliva repeatedly—it was just not easy to rob so openly in Dihua City, and the man in front of him didn't look easy to deal with, so he had to find a way to follow him and wait until he left the city or reached a relatively desolate place to do him.

Bai Lang smiled slightly, "Good days are coming! Cherish your current days." This person was laughing secretly.

After eating, drinking, and resting well, this time he didn't intend to continue running by himself, but found a place to use "Dou Qi to transform into a horse" and rode a big horse to run.

Because from now on, he could be unhurried. The center of the continent was less than 500 kilometers away from Dihua, and Bai Lang could find some fun before arriving.

The horse transformed by Dou Qi was extremely majestic. The blue-flowered warhorse had a shoulder height of 1.7 meters, taller than the local horses. Bai Lang riding on the horse was really like a god. And he didn't run fast, it should be a small step, and more than a dozen horses carrying bandits behind him began to approach. These guys were very decisive and shot without hesitation. Sure enough, they didn't need living mouths. Bai Lang just urged the horse to be fast and slow, and these guys on the horse all missed.

Bai Lang turned the horse's head unhurriedly. This blue-flowered horse was very flexible and in tune with his heart, and could even play "flower-inserting" feints. The speed was naturally fast. The blue horse rushed straight and suddenly turned into a horizontal walk, and with a large stride left and right, it approached a bandit. Bai Lang laughed, he was just loosening his muscles and bones, didn't use much ability, patted and grabbed casually, the gun in that guy's hand was already shattered, and the whole person was also lifted over.

"Don't you all take a bath?" Bai Lang used true Qi to protect his hands to avoid getting human oil, and pressed directly from the air, cutting the opponent smoothly with his five fingers—that's what Nanto Suicho Ken is.

People in this world had really never seen such a strange scene. Now Bai Lang opened their eyes. Then his right palm knife cut horizontally, and the horse bandit in front of him, separated by three or four meters, had half of his body slide down like this. So he had to escape. The man in front of him was probably a demon, anyway, it was something similar, not something humans could resist. Bai Lang flicked his fingers, and the true Qi wrapped the air into invisible bullets, easily piercing through one human body after another.

After killing all the horse bandits, Bai Lang was too lazy to touch the corpses—these guys were smelly and didn't know how long they hadn't bathed. Bai Lang didn't want that smelly money. He just exhaled happily and urged the Pegasus to run on the ground at a speed of more than 200 kilometers per hour—this was only possible with Dou Qi transforming into a horse. If it were a real horse, it might have been finished.

An hour was almost up. Bai Lang looked left, right, up, and down, and felt that he should have reached the geographical center. The Pegasus disappeared naturally, and Bai Lang stepped on the ground with both feet. The White Tiger Star Lord licked his lips and began to raise his true Qi...

True Qi circulated, and Bai Lang was shrouded in an illusory tiger-button golden bell. Bai Lang let out a tiger roar, and his palms closed, and a thick and extremely loud bell sound rippled out. The sky was torn apart, and a long, narrow crack could see the starlight shining in the dark background. This was Bai Lang forcibly opening a corner of this materialist world with his own divine power, introducing the energy from outside the sky.

Soon the crack closed and disappeared without a trace, but this opened channel could not completely disappear—it would take about a thousand years for the space to smooth out this hair-thin, thousand-kilometer-long crack. So the "demon beasts" of this world could have a thousand years of good times. As for how strong the demon beasts could be? Bai Lang felt that it would be amazing to be able to withstand small and medium-caliber shells. The ones in the sea would die if they ate torpedoes.

Bai Lang felt the gradually generated vitality in the air and also made a "hehe" laugh. Bacteria and viruses were too simple to mutate. The most basic starting point for mutation must be multicellular organisms. Various worms, nematodes, and insects were blessed. They would be the first batch of organisms capable of mutation. "Hehe, universal mutation is impossible. But new species may appear, and mutated individuals may also appear—considering the number of insects, this is not easy to deal with."

For insects and worms to mutate, Bai Lang estimated that it was about one in a billion. Who let them have no wisdom? "One in a billion, maybe one in ten billion, this is also a kind of balance." Think about it, if it were dolphins, apes, and the like, it would probably be one in a thousand, or maybe one in two or three hundred. It was very unfair to insects. As for the strength after appearance, this could only depend on their own luck.

After all, every individual mutation would be different, right?

With the vastness of the Chinese land, there would be many mutated organisms—not difficult to deal with, but there must be organizational ability. And Bai Lang played some dark hands. There might be many mutated insects on that small island, and there would be mutated sea beasts. It was estimated that there might not be so many troops to pull out to fight. As for Europe, it should be the same. Mechanized legions could not be stopped by mutated organisms, and they might even be used. After all, Europe was the center of technology at present.

Bai Lang didn't look down on the little devils. They really didn't have the technical ability to use mutated organisms. Of course, China didn't have it at present, and no country in Asia had this ability. Europe was Germany, Britain, and France. Even the Americans and the Soviets might not have this ability.

Especially mutated insects, Bai Lang didn't know what special abilities would appear—anyway, it wasn't a special ability, but it didn't rule out the appearance of special proteins. Whether it was highly toxic or a good medicine, no one knew.

After the matter was done, Bai Lang happily used Dou Qi to transform into a horse again. This time he took the southern route—entering Uss Zang from Southern Xinjiang and Qinghai, then entering Sichuan to enjoy it, and then he could follow the river downstream like a raft and arrive directly at the Magic City. He could also visit the three towns of Wuhan on the way. His route was desolate and uninhabited, and there might be some herdsmen, but that was decades ago, and now people had long since died.

"The Xiongnu use killing as farming, and since ancient times, only bones and yellow sand fields have been seen..." Bai Lang recited Li Bai's "War South of the City," and the surrounding scenery was indeed like this—desert and Gobi, occasionally seeing bones and skeletons... of course, not necessarily human. In the lonely smoke of the desert, only Bai Lang was riding alone, walking in between.

(End of chapter)