Chapter 82 Night Talk

Winter brings more than just cold to mankind.

The radiation dust in the severe radiation area and the nuclear explosion area will evaporate with the wind and the ground area fluid, and will be swept up and rise to a high altitude, forming a thick black radiation airflow. After ordinary cholemonas clouds mix with it, it will form a fatal threat to organisms. Especially in winter, the snow falling to the ground will not melt for several months. The rays that are invisible to the naked eye have created a large number of terrible mutant creatures. New biological variants that are cold-resistant, heat-resistant and radiation-resistant are constantly emerging. They are like evolvers among humans. While they have incredible superpowers, they also vigorously expand their concepts and intake range of food. In line with the old saying - "The more you eat, the stronger you grow."

Compared with the hot summer, although the cold season makes people with thin clothes feel uncomfortable, it lacks many potential dangers. Many species that have continued from the old era still retain the fixed hibernation habits of their ancestors. They lie dormant in underground nests, waiting for the spring to come again next year. This long sleep can be regarded as the most direct manifestation of laziness, and also reduces unnecessary trouble and killing for those who travel through the wilderness in the cold season.

The off-road vehicle was driving at a constant speed on the old highway. Lin Xiang held the steering wheel and looked at the ground in front of him, which was illuminated by the lights. From time to time, he raised his eyes and glanced at the three rescued people sitting in the back seat of the carriage from the rear mirror.

The seats on the car are spacious, but they are crowded with each other. This may be understood as a physiological reaction caused by cold weather, or as an instinct caused by fear and worry in unknown situations.

In order to avoid overdraft, Lin Xiang gave them a bottle of water and a piece of bread each. Except for the one in the boy's hand that was eaten one third, the rest were put into the backpack by the middle-aged man like a treasure. He opened his thin arms and hugged the entire backpack tightly in his arms. The eyes revealed in his eyes were grateful, excited, uneasy... and a hint of vigilance that would not disappear under any circumstances.

He found that Lin Xiang was observing himself through the rear mirror, and he squeezed a fleeting smile from the corner of his mouth awkwardly. At the same time, he tried his best to move his body to the front of the seat until he blocked the boy behind the barrier formed by his body and clothes. He then took a breath with a little relaxed breath, but the expression on his face was still too rigid and cautious.

After taking a look at the reflected shot, Lin Xiang felt that he didn't know what to say.

There are only interests in this era.

The extreme lack of food and the deterioration of the living environment have made everyone necessary to do their best to collect the resources needed to survive. The source of killing and fighting may be just a bit of food poisoning, or a little water that is not enough to soak the throat. Words such as "care" and "friends" have long disappeared. People would rather believe in their fists than believe in a piece of bread that comes suddenly, without any reason, but just handed to their mouths.

Perhaps, in this man's opinion, his purpose was just like those mercenaries, and he was all trying to beat his wife and boy?

Shaking his head, Lin Xiang sighed, stepped on the accelerator hard, and suddenly the engine that received power supply roared, like a wild horse that broke free from its constraints, rushing happily to the distant destination in the dark night.

The location of Yinyue Town is very special. From normal observation, it is difficult to find its existence. Only by walking along the messy rocks and dilapidated shrubs and passing wilderness can we find this hidden human settlement from the steep mountain range.

Passing through the alert tower lined up outside the town, the off-road vehicle slowly drove into the open space in the middle of the town. The engine that was extinguished quickly stopped roaring, pulled out the key from under the steering wheel, pushed open the door, and the moment when the boots were in contact with the ground, Lin Xiang felt a sense of stability and reliability from the mid-air to the real place.

The dark sky gradually brightened, and the faint starlight mixed in the thick clouds completely disappeared. The sky turned gray and white. Dawn came, and the first dawn had already appeared.

The light was still a little dim. Except for a few people who heard the noise, curiously pushed open the door and looked outside, there was no one on the street.

It's too early to get up now. Under normal circumstances, no one would run outside and wander around at this time.

Lin Xiang raised his head and raised his right thumb to the guard standing on the central alert tower. He was looking in this direction. The other party was a strong man with a stubble face. He smiled and nodded, stretched out his hand to make the same reply.

He grabbed a box full of supplies in the car and carried it on his shoulder. Lin Xiang turned his head to the middle-aged man who had already got out of the car: "Come with me!"

Waking people out of sleep in the middle of the night is obviously a very immoral behavior. Therefore, when Wang Biao, who was sleepy, walked out of the bedroom with an unhappy face, put on a coat, and cursed, the only thing Lin Xiang could do was smile bitterly.

His house was filled with too many things. Apart from the secrets hidden in the cellars and corners, hidden by bricks and rocks, the tables, chairs and the ground were already covered with dust. Without cleaning carefully, there was no way to live.

"You will find convenience, and don't look at what time it is now? You will be able to get up to you even if you have a good night's sleep. If there is really God in this world, I will definitely pray that He will throw you into hell and be with the devil... But then again, sometimes, you boy is more terrible than the devil."

Wang Biao's voice was very loud, and it sounded like a lion roaring. He rubbed his lazy and half-closed eyes hard, and his amazingly large mouth yawned in an exaggerated shape. This made the scar on his face look even more terrifying. Under the faint fire, his whole body looked even more ferocious.

Grab a few pieces of chopped wood from the corner of the house and throw it into the fireplace. Use the fire chisel to drive away the red embers. The burning fire once again emits enough warmth and light.

"Who are they?" The scarred man stood up from the stove with his body slanted, and glanced at the other three people standing in the living room.

"Your future neighbor."

As he said that, Lin Xiang opened the box at his feet, took out two bottles of whiskey labeled with black skulls, and stuffed it into Wang Biao's hands with his eyes shining: "Can you help us get some food?"

The simple food was quickly placed on the wooden dining table. A few pieces of cold corn cakes piled up in clean bamboo baskets once again proved the correctness of the saying that men had no chance of getting in the kitchen. Of course, the scarred man who was addicted to alcohol did not use a stiff hospitality method, and continued to be woken up from the bed. At least, there were a few dishes of salted pickles and jerky lower mouths on the dining table, and the steaming boiling water was enough.

The three rescued people sat opposite the table, their eyes full of greed and desire when they looked at the food, but their faces remained obvious restraint.

"Don't be polite, eat quickly!"

Lin Xiang greeted them, fiddled with a tortilla in his hand, tore it into tiny pieces, and soaked it in a soup bowl filled with hot water.

The warmth of the fire and the aroma of the food finally helped the guarded guests to get rid of their inherent caution. The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, reached out to take a piece of cold cake and put it in the boy's bowl, picked up the other piece and tore it in half, and handed half of it to his wife.

"Can you tell me your name?" Seeing this, Lin Xiang laughed and pushed the dish containing pickles to the opposite side.

"My name is Yang Hua."

The middle-aged man's mouth was filled with corn cakes. Lin Xiang's actions along the way and his body's need for food made him completely let down his last trace of vigilance. After saying this sentence in a vague way, he choked and felt really uncomfortable, picked up the soup bowl, washed the food blocked in his throat with slightly scalded hot water, breathed a long sigh, stood up with an extremely solemn expression, and pointed to the woman and boy sitting next to him: "This is my wife Ajuan and son Yang Zhen. Thank you... Thank you for saving us."

"How did you get sold as slaves?" Lin Xiang nodded, scooped up a spoonful of soaked cakes and put them into his mouth.

“It’s about starting a week ago.”

Yang Hua stroked the boy's shoulder with a gloomy face: "We are refugees migrating from the eastern region. A few days ago, when we were exchanging food in a camp west, the other party suddenly changed his mind and threatened us to hand over all our belongings with guns. Without any defense, we had to agree to their conditions. The guys snatched everything from us, tied us up and held us all and sold them as slaves."

Lin Xiang was a little surprised: "Is there anyone else besides you?"

"We have fifty-six people in total. If the mercenaries had not raised the three of us from the cage and prepared to take them away at dawn, I would have no chance to escape there." Speaking of this, Yang Hua's face was filled with pain and hatred.

"Who are you guys?" The scarred man sat next to Lin Xiang with five wooden wine glasses, opened his mouth full of thick and hard beard, and used his strong teeth to bite the whiskey bottle plug, poured the light yellow wine into the cup, and placed it in front of several people in sequence. He added in a rough voice: "It's cold, drink some wine to warm your body."

"Like us, we are refugees."

Yang Hua took the wine glass and swayed back and forth in his thin palms. His voice was hoarse: "When exchanging food, they acted very friendly and even invited us to the camp for dinner together. This false superficial atmosphere deceived each of us. By the time we found out that something was wrong, it was too late..."

Lin Xiang put down the spoon in his hand and looked at him quietly. Wang Biao raised his neck and poured the wine in the glass into his mouth. A dark red color quickly rose on his gloomy face. The woman and the child opposite the dining table also stopped chewing. The atmosphere in the room soon became silent.

After a long time, the boy named Yang Chen swallowed his throat hard and whispered in a hatred tone that was obviously not consistent with his age: "They... also killed Uncle Wei."

"Old Wei is our captain." Yang Hua's eyes were full of hatred because of the memories: "Those guys were prepared for a long time. They knocked out the strongest people in the team. In order to establish their authority, they cut off Lao Wei's head in front of us. Cut his body into pieces, cooked it in a pot and boiled it into broth... There were hundreds of them, and we had no way to resist."

Most refugees wandering in the wilderness will abide by the most basic rules. However, this situation usually only happens when each other has equal strength. When the power or number of people of one side is too strong, the weak side will become food or be used as a bargaining chip for other materials.

"Where is the coordinates of their camp?" Lin Xiang calmly took his backpack, took out an area distribution map from the d212 base, and spread it on the table.

Yang Hua looked at the map carefully, and after a long time, he stretched out his finger and pressed it hard to a position west of Yinyue Town, and said solemnly: "It's here."

Lin Xiang turned the map in front of him. It was not far from where he saved three people, about twenty kilometers.

He looked solemnly at the coordinates on the picture, and asked without raising his head: "How many people are there on the other side? How are the weapons configuration?"

"The number of people is at least two hundred. The weapons are very diverse, and basically they are homemade guns. As for the number... I don't know very well. At that time, we were all locked in wooden cages."

Speaking of this, Yang Hua's face showed a faint sadness: "If you plan to save them... I can only tell you that it is too late now."

"Why?" Wang Biao and Lin Xiang raised their heads at the same time.

"In addition to the mercenaries, another group of people came to the camp a little later. They drove a truck, bought everyone, put them all into the carriage, and left before dawn."

Yang Hua's eyes were red. He held the wine cup tightly with both hands and poured all the spicy liquid into his mouth. With the strong smell of alcohol sprayed from his mouth and nose, he lay on the cold table, trembling like a wounded beast, gasping.

The firewood burning in the fireplace made crackling sounds, and the shaking flames showed several huge black figures on the opposite wall. The atmosphere in the room was dull enough to suffocate. Occasionally, a faint airflow passed by, which seemed to be infected by this silent anger and sorrow, vaguely exuding a faint, faint blood.

Lin Xiang picked up a piece of corn cake, just raised it to his mouth, and slowly put it down. The seemingly calm lip line emitted a soft sigh.

"Is there any obvious sign on the truck? Or marks or something?" Wang Biao poured another glass of wine with a ferocious expression. The clothes he draped on his body slid to the ground at some point. He didn't seem to feel cold, and his anger made the muscles on his shoulders and arms suddenly swell.

Yang Hua, who looked sad, shook his head silently. He was busy escaping from the camp and could not have time to pay attention to more details...

The faint morning light shone on the paper pasted on the window, revealing a hazy white.

A slight and rhythmic sound of footsteps came from outside the window. Gradually, the sound of the soles of the shoes touching the ground more and more, and occasionally there were barely discernible conversations. Various chaotic sounds intersected with each other, and everything was clearly displayed - another new morning has arrived.

"Live here! You will have a new home." The scarred man rubbed his rough big hands back and forth on his tired face, opened his mouth and bit his sore teeth hard, his eyes that were slightly swollen, and looked at the three people opposite him seriously.

This sentence seemed to have extremely magical magic, which made the three listeners tremble. The sad eyes suddenly released the look of expectation and surprise.

They didn't say anything. The woman and the boy were looking at the man sitting next to him. Obviously, he was the one who made the decision.

"Is this appropriate? I, we have nothing..." Yang Hua's thin face was full of excitement. He tried hard to control the urge to agree in his heart, and looked at Lin Xiang and Wang Biao opposite him anxiously.

There has never been a good thing in this world to give in vain. Being rescued by Lin Xiang, I owe a huge favor. If I am taken in again... what is their purpose? What can I take out for exchange?

This is a very normal thinking.

"There is only one prerequisite." The scar-faced man's words made his slightly relieved heart raise again. However, the other party's reply was completely beyond his expectations.

"Yinyue Town only welcomes hard-working people, not lazy people who eat idle food."

There are not many empty houses in the town, and it is barely enough to free up a temporary residence for Yang Hua's family. Several enthusiastic neighbors became the protagonists who helped the new residents. After they left with three newly joined town residents, only Lin Xiang and Wang Biao were sitting side by side at the dining table in the cabin.

"This is for you." Lin Xiang unbuttoned his shirt pocket and took out an exquisite glass test tube and placed it on the table.

That was the total radiation anti-radiation agent he had promised.

The scarred man suddenly showed unexpected surprise in his eyes. He picked up the test tube, looked carefully at the words on the tube wall, and said seriously: "I owe you a favor."

Lin Xiang did not start to laugh as usual. He looked at the open door expressionlessly, pinched the spoon in his hand, and scooped up the gelatinized soup, and repeated the monotonous and mechanical movements between his mouth and the soup bowl.

"What are you thinking?" Wang Biao looked at him with some fear. Whenever this happens, it means that Lin Xiang's heart is filled with strong anger that needs to burst out.

"Have all those enhancement agents been released?" Lin Xiang did not answer, but asked another question.

The scar-faced man nodded: "Twenty Level 3 evolutionary psychics, they now take turns to serve as alerts."

"Before the next farming season comes, we need to prepare something else." Lin Xiang threw down the spoon in his hand, stood up from the table, walked slowly to the door, and looked at the vast earth in the distance.

"What are you referring to?" Wang Biao's eyes kept following him.
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