Buying Organs (Cavefolk Blinding Eye)

The little Minotaur's guileless honesty pleased Li Ziran. After all, who did not like things pure and genuine? Unfortunately, he understood better than anyone that before the Survival Law, honesty did not earn many extra points.

Still, it was rare to find someone to chat with. Even if it was only a seven- or eight-year-old Minotaur child, Li Ziran listened with great interest.

Of course, the key was that this Minotaur Tribe was honest and straightforward, without any crooked thoughts, allowing Li Ziran to speak freely. If this chieftain harbored ill intentions and entertained crooked schemes, then when Old Li made his move later, Li Ziran might feel somewhat uneasy about it.

The bells around the rhinos' necks jingled without pause, as though warning passing robbers that this was no easy caravan to prey upon.

As they left the central Wasteland, more living creatures appeared. There were many Dwarves here, most of them squatting on rocks with wooden baskets woven from thorn trees, selling simple food.

Such a sight could not be found in the East Wasteland. If a few Dwarves dared sell goods so openly by the roadside, passing Wolves would never let such easy pickings slip away.

Naturally, these Dwarves were cautious enough. Though they appeared scattered and sparse, they all clustered around fixed areas. This was clearly a Dwarf tribe. Cavefolk were mixed among them as well. These fellows excelled at digging holes, making them a golden partnership with the Dwarves.

However, the Minotaur leader was very wary of these roadside peddlers. He never spoke to them lightly and even had the Minotaurs warn Li Ziran that he was not allowed to trade without permission.

Though it was somewhat unnecessary, Li Ziran understood that this was the mark of experience.

Just because Dwarves looked weak did not