Following the scattered bones on the ground, Chris arrived in another mine shaft a moment later.
Judging by the signs of life around, these Mutants/Deformed Persons often rested here.
However, it was empty now, obviously as the Mutants/Deformed Persons just mentioned, they had gone out to hunt humans.
Fortunately, Chris quietly sensed and found that there were still some Mutants/Deformed Persons scattered throughout this mine shaft.
As Chris amplified his senses, the mine shaft environment within a few kilometers around was fully imprinted in his mind, and the presence of several Mutants/Deformed Persons among them was particularly conspicuous.
Following the nearest Mutant, Chris quickly approached him.
After turning a few corners, Chris arrived in front of him.
As Chris stepped into the pit, a pickaxe swung towards Chris.
Listening to the pickaxe whistling through the air, Chris did not raise his blade to strike, but instead met it with his bare hands.
He wanted to test the strength of these Mutants/Deformed Persons to see if they truly possessed the qualifications for a Pale White-tier Origin.
These Mutants/Deformed Persons had, after all, been exposed to nuclear radiation, so to avoid being misled, Chris still needed to confirm it.
And as Chris blocked the pickaxe with one hand, he gained an intuitive understanding of the Mutant's strength.
The force of the blow exceeded three hundred kilograms; if an ordinary person were hit, even the hardest skull would be directly pierced.
Definitely superhuman level.
After confirming the Mutant's strength, Chris ignored the Mutant's surprise, and before he could shriek to summon his teammates, Chris severed his neck with a single strike.
After losing its head, the Mutant's body continued to execute the brain's prior commands, forcefully pulling out the pickaxe and swinging it towards Chris's neck.
Seeing this, Chris released his grip on the pickaxe and began to observe how long its body could continue to move like this.
According to Chris's expectation, if this Mutant could move for more than thirty seconds without a brain, it would mean that it deserved the Pale White Origin tier.
Because at that time, that Tyrannosaurus Rex still had lingering neural signals for a long time after Chris had crushed its brain.
And these Mutants/Deformed Persons were certainly not as powerful as that Tyrannosaurus Rex, but being of the same Pale White-tier, they would definitely be able to surpass ordinary humans.
As Chris counted silently, he saw the headless body still swinging the pickaxe in its hand, and judging by the situation, it might continue for several more minutes.
Seeing this, Chris decided not to waste any more time, he swung his blade, minced the thing into meat paste, and then a wisp of pale white aura was absorbed by him.
However, the result was the same; the amplified strength did not meet his expectations, being about one-third less.
Chris, with a grim expression, crushed the Mutant's still-screaming head, then continued to eliminate the other Mutants/Deformed Persons.
After about ten minutes, there were no more living Mutants/Deformed Persons within Chris's sensory range.
A total of twenty-one Mutants/Deformed Persons, large and small, were all killed by him, including several infant Mutants/Deformed Persons.
Through Chris's deliberate observation, he found that each Mutant gave him about one-third less life origin.
Not too much, not too little, exactly one-third of each, such a coincidental amount, as if another existence had shared that portion of life origin.
Thinking of the source of these Mutants/Deformed Persons, the Patriarch who had given birth to all of them, Chris wanted to find him and see if he had taken the life origin that belonged to Chris.
After all, in various fantasy settings, there are not a few abilities that can acquire the power or talent of one's own dependents.
Like the Vampire in Western legends, it is one of the most classic examples.
However, what made Chris curious was that he remembered there were no supernatural powers like witchcraft in this world.
This group of Mutants/Deformed Persons had only mutated due to nuclear radiation, becoming a strange race different from humans.
Ultimately, these Mutants/Deformed Persons were still humans, and it was impossible for them to possess supernatural powers.
But no matter how Chris speculated, the fact that he received less life origin than he should have was undeniable.
So, no matter who took what belonged to him, he would find the person and kill him.
Having made up his mind, Chris activated his Misfortune Radar, and instantly discovered several existences different from ordinary people around those few ordinary people.
Without much thought, the Mutant Patriarch was among them.
However, with the Misfortune Radar's perception, Chris couldn't detect anything special about him, so he could only rush towards his location.
Meanwhile, at the RV, with the rampage of several Mutants/Deformed Persons, the family who had planned a vacation suffered heavy casualties.
Dau's wife and his mother-in-law were killed by the Mutants/Deformed Persons, and even his newborn infant daughter was taken away by the Mutants/Deformed Persons.
Fortunately, Bobby had a gun, which repelled several Mutants/Deformed Persons.
"Bobby, give me the gun!"
Dau angrily put down his wife's body, then reached out to Bobby for the gun; he wanted to rescue his daughter.
Bobby, who was comforting his sister, was startled when he heard this, "No, it's too dangerous. You'll die!"
"Don't stop me, give me the gun!"
For a middle-aged man who had just experienced the pain of losing his wife, and whose daughter was in the hands of the Mutants/Deformed Persons, her fate unknown, his only thought at this moment was to rescue his daughter.
So Dau completely ignored his brother-in-law's persuasion, he raised his hand, snatched the pistol, and unchained the still-living wolfdog, then directly entered the dark wilderness.
Bobby didn't expect this man, whom his father had called timid and weak, to be so brave, and for a moment, he was stunned.
However, he looked at his terrified sister and ultimately did not follow his brother-in-law into the wilderness.
And that group of Mutants/Deformed Persons did not leave immediately after snatching the infant; they ambushed on the hillside, quietly observing the area around the RV.
Only the Patriarch called a female Mutant and said, "Ruby, take her to the town. She will become the next generation's matriarch for our tribe."
Ruby, wearing a red hoodie, showed fear in her eyes, stealthily took the infant, then turned and entered the mine shaft.
Seeing his usually disobedient daughter enter the mine shaft, Jupiter turned his head and continued to observe the RV.
There were still two successful preys that had not been taken away; he couldn't just give up and leave.
Not long after Ruby entered the mine shaft with the infant, she heard unfamiliar footsteps coming from within the mine shaft.
However, the footsteps were fast and urgent, and she had lived with her tribesmen for a long time, so she could confirm that these were not the footsteps of any of her tribesmen.
Sensing that something was wrong, Ruby's body stiffened, and she turned and ran towards another mine shaft.
But her speed was no match for Chris's; after discovering someone ahead, Chris quickened his pace, and in an instant, he arrived beside this Mutant.
Then, in a flash, Chris noticed the human infant the Mutant was holding in her arms.
Without any extra thought, Chris reached out and tore, and the Mutant's arm was ripped off by Chris, and the human infant in her arms fell into Chris's hand.
"Tell me, what's going on here?"