The Wangxiang put down the sling, and pulled the transport boat up with a hula. They were greeted by a group of five.

The first person is between twenty and thirty. Because of the bells and whistles on the tattoos on his face, Sun Xiang couldn't see the specific age clearly. He has a colorful mohican head and wears a jacket studded with various rivets. Because it has not been cleaned for a long time, it emits a foul smell.

The other four people who traveled with him were almost the same way.

This person's surname is Bi, and no one knows his name anymore. Because of the mess on his face, everyone called him Picasso. The other four people, along with Picasso, were originally gang members of the Brussels Pit Viper Gang, and because they were Chinese, they also followed the boat.

Although they don't have the ability to awaken, the five of them are brave and ruthless, and the guns play smoothly, and they can quite suppress those honest civilians. Therefore, he was arranged to manage the Wangxiang and became a small leader.

The head of Sun Da admired and admired in his heart, there are capable people under this Uncle Wen. Not to mention anything else, this Picasso, the head of Sun Da really didn't see that he had a half-dime relationship with his ancestors. This can be recognized as Chinese, which shows that Uncle Wen also has a little Taoism.

"Yo, Sister Cow is here, and you are bothered to send it here in person?" Picasso is in charge of the management of the civilians on the Wangxiang, so he is very familiar with the logistics, "The little brother misses his sister!"

This meat sentence is hidden very deeply, but the cow sister is also an old Si Ji, and she pretends to be disgusted: "Come on, just your little toothpick, don't be ashamed." This is Ji Yuan, the new quartermaster. ”

By the way, I introduced my new boss.

Picasso took a few brothers and gave Ji Yuan a military salute together.

"This is the Jindan god who slaughtered Brother Rui, disrespectful and disrespectful!"

While the bosses were greeting, the remaining little brothers hurriedly began to unload. There is a shortage of food on this Wangxiang, and if you don't watch it strictly, those hungry turtle grandsons may rush up and swallow them all.

The amount sent over this time is not enough for more than 2,000 people to consume in a day, but it will be sent in batches later. The processing of so many seals is not a trivial task, and more than 100 people have already been transferred here, chopping knives in the kitchen of the Donggui.

These corners of the water are sent to the kitchen of the Wangxiang, which has long since been completely remodeled and several cauldrons have been erected. The bones and internal organs are boiled in a pot with some flour to form a runny paste, and the taste is unsatisfactory. The world is difficult, and it's good to have a stutter.

The belief that supports everyone to persist is the beauty of the distant hometown, where rice is said to be ripe in one Chinese New Year's Eve, and it is impossible to eat it at all. The monsters are all working on the farm.

Sister Cow handed over her new boss to Picasso, the talker here, and the task was completed. Actually, cultivators don't run much to this passenger ship, after all, all kinds of dirt and mess. Now it's Ji Yuan's idea to run this trip specifically.

The two friends still have some relics, which are placed in the chase shop. If Ji Yuan didn't come to clean up, it is estimated that he would be thrown into the sea as garbage in two days.

Xiaopang and Brother Kun live in a Chase Shop, which is overcrowded and smells very sour. When Picasso led the three of them to open the hatch, everyone was almost overwhelmed by the strong smell of warmth.

"That's it, I don't come in much myself. Picasso explained a little, then raised the gun in his hand, "Get out of the way!" ”

Originally, some people saw Ji Xuanxuan and thought that she might be able to beg for something to eat, so they all gathered around. But the steward shouted twice, and then retreated.

But there are still many people who are not long-sighted and refuse to go.

A thin old woman knelt on the ground and pleaded, holding a large stainless steel cup in her hand: "My lord, enjoy some food, the child is dying." ”

The others also fell crookedly and wailed.

Picasso kicked a few away with his feet, and Ji Yuanyu hurriedly stopped him: "You can't beat people like this, they're just hungry." ”

Picasso looked disgusted: "These things are all dogs that can't be fed! Food is already in short supply, and you have to eat a few at a time, so can you really live like in the past?"

Sister Cow smiled: "I'm afraid you didn't deduct the ration and exchange things with other cultivators." Beware that I will sue you at Uncle Wen. ”

"Don't, Sister Cow. Spare me. ”

The two quarreled a few words, but the people who asked for food were always around, and Picasso couldn't really shoot for this kind of thing.

"Alright, the meat has been delivered, and it's being cooked in the pot. You guys go get in line now!"

As soon as the begging civilians heard that they had something to eat, they immediately got up and rushed to the outer deck in a hurry. The Barents Sea is very cold, and for the most part, civilians hide in relatively warm cabins, and only run out when they are getting food.

"I can't kill you!" Picasso spat behind his back, and then immediately changed to a stammering smile: "Leader, please." ”

Ji Yuanyuan found his friend's bunk on the second floor, but their bunk was still empty for the time being and was not occupied. The people around should have known that the two were called up to hunt, so they didn't touch their things.

A small package that serves as a pillow contains all the belongings. There were several pieces of clothing, dishes, chopsticks and cups. Brother Kun still has a mobile phone in his bag, but it has long been out of battery. Xiaopang also left a pebble, and Ji Yuanyuan remembered that it seemed to be given to him when he was a child.

These are worthless things that no one touches. Ji curled one by one, falling into a state of distraction.

Several of the people in the company felt this silent sadness and did not intend to disturb her.

The cow sister gave Picasso a look, and the two moved a little farther away.

"Boy, you can't mess around like this anymore!" Cow Girl's voice was small, but very serious, "how much food did you deduct from stepping on the horse?"

The reason why this dietitian sister is so angry is because the situation in the second floor bilge seems to be worse. At a glance, she saw at least a hundred people lying on the bunks, scrawny and barely able to move.

Only people who have been hungry for a long, long time will be like this.

"Eldest sister, I really didn't hold back. "Picasso felt super wronged.

"You still say that you are not wronged?!"

Sister Cow grabbed his collar and slammed him against the wall: "Are you Zeng Rui's idiot, I know how much food I send over every day, how can I starve people like this!

Picasso, of course, knew this. One of the most crucial lessons learned in the apocalyptic world of aura revival is that the popularity generated by crowd gathering can effectively drive away demons, and the more people there are, the better.

In megacities, sporadic demons don't show their heads at all. And when it comes to moving in the wild, 3,000 is a relatively safe number. If there is too much logistics, it will not be guaranteed, and if there are fewer demons, they will take advantage of it.

So the practitioner will try to keep the civilians alive – albeit in poor conditions.

"Eldest sister, please! I really don't have any ghosts! This group of people just can't eat enough, and those who step on horses are all starving ghosts reincarnated!"

Picasso was a head taller than the cow sister, but he didn't dare to make a mistake in front of this majestic old Si Ji.

"Dare to quibble!"

The eldest sister threw him on the side of an old man's bunk. This old man is really skinny and bone-like, and he can't see his original appearance at all, and under a thin layer of cyan skin, the tips of the bones have almost broken out.

Although his eyes were still open, his sockets were deeply darkened, and he did not react to the outside world. Picasso fell to the ground almost face to face, and the old man's eyes only shook slightly.

The cow sister pinched the old man's wrist, and his hand was almost indistinguishable from the chicken feet. She felt her pulse, but luckily she wasn't dead.

"It's not like you can be hungry like this in a day or two, my mother has never seen such a miserable thing in black Africa before!" she reprimanded Picasso harshly, "Today, my mother will stay on this boat, and I will see you divide the food with your own eyes, and no one will be missing!"

"What are you doing?"

It was Ji Yuanyu who asked, and she had already cleaned up her mood. When I stood up, I found that the cow girl and Picasso were muttering.

"Oh, nothing. The cow sister smiled, stood up and suggested, "Hello, let's stay here today to help distribute the food, anyway, the hunt is over." ”

"Okay. "Ji Yuanxuan doesn't have any heart.

After the decision was made, the group prepared to leave the bilge and go to the deck to prepare a meal. Eating thousands of people is not a small job, and Picasso has a set of process operations on his side.

But Sun Xiang stood still and did not move.

"Little brother, why don't you come along?" the cow sister smiled.

"Brother Sun?" Ji Yan curled a question mark on her face, she seemed to feel that Sun Xiang's mood had become a little strange since she got on the Wangxiang.

was stared at by everyone, and the head of Sun finally came back to his senses.

"Ah, it's nice!" he snorted.

Stare at. Stare at. Stare at.

"Okay, I know a little bit about medicine, and I want to see how this uncle is doing. ”

For a different excuse, others finally accepted.