Two Pieces of Spirit Jade

"Professor Wang, your Martial Cry seems to be gone!"

"It doesn't just seem to be!"

After running for more than twenty li, the group found an abandoned underground passage.

It was an underground water channel in a Qinmeng Empire city, built of blue bricks and looking extremely sturdy.

As long as thousands upon thousands of rats, bedbugs, and the like didn't come crawling out of it, a place like this made a fairly good refuge. At the very least, it could keep the giant Ferocious Beast bird from getting in.

Once the group had settled down after their run, they began taking stock of their respective situations.

After days of fighting beast packs and mutant beasts, followed by an encounter with a Ferocious Beast, the weapons they had most ready to hand were entrenching shovels.

Professor Gao Qiang, the designer of the Infinite Gun, had once mentioned that the most important issue in Qinmeng was resupply, including food and weapons.

Most people traveling deep into Qinmeng brought highly compressed biscuits. They kept for a long time and took up little space in their compressed state. A five-hundred-gram biscuit was enough to supply a normal person's needs for three days.

There was a simple solution to the food problem, but weapons were a major headache.

Guns ran into the problem of ammunition. Even spare rounds would eventually be fired off.

As for weapons like swords and sabers, even Gene Weapons suffered wear and tear, all the more so in intense combat.

On this trip, Wang Haoran had lost the Martial Cry he had wielded for over twenty years.

If he hadn't previously shipped the mosasaurs and other mutant beasts out, he would have lost even the underpants he was wearing on this trip.

Zhang Xuezhou's question left Wang Haoran somewhat downcast.