Fan Songling is already in his fifties, and his physical strength has begun to be a little unable to keep up, coupled with his low strength, when winter comes, he wants to hunt some wolf skins to keep the children warmer, but he doesn't want to run into the Moon Dragon Gang.

Ling Yu nodded again and again after hearing this, his eyes flashing with anger.

"Soon, as soon as this winter is over, the children's age will be another year older, and the summer will be better." Fan Songling looked expectantly at the boundless barren grass in the distance. Then he slowly stretched out two hands as black as steel, rolled up two raw wolf skins, and clamped them under his armpits.

"Wait, uncle, I still have the blood wolf I just killed." Ling Yu said and pointed north.

Fan Songling's eyes flashed with a glimmer of light: "Really? Baby, it's too dangerous. ”

Ling Yu and the old hunter came to the place where they had just killed the blood wolf, and the eight blood wolves with severed heads and limbs fell to the ground horizontally, splashed with blood stains everywhere, bloody and cruel.

"This ...... You killed all of them alone? Fan Songling looked at the eight blood wolves on the ground in surprise.

Ling Yu nodded.

The old hunter was so excited that he threw the wolf's skin under his armpit on the ground, and reached out and grabbed the nearest blood wolf. The blood wolf's body still had a faint residual warmth.

"Good, good." Fan Songling nodded his unkempt head, then pulled out a black and shiny sharp knife from his waist, and peeled the skin neatly with his hands and feet. The mist from his breath spread rapidly in the cold wind, and there were already many droplets of water hanging from his short beard under his nose. As he did it, he said, "With these wolf skins, the children will not be frozen." ”

Worthy of being an old hunter, the action of peeling the skin was so fast that Ling Yu's heart was frightened. In less than twenty minutes, eight bloody wolf skins had already been bloodily lifted on his hands.

"Go, young man, I've found a jug of wine there." The old hunter looked at Ling Yu and said.

Ling Yu nodded, and the two walked side by side towards a valley.

After walking for a while, they came to a very hidden crevice in the mountain. The two separated the wild grass and entered the cracks, and the sound of children laughing faintly came from inside, but they saw that there was a hole inside.

"It was a place where I used to come to hunt in my early years, and now it's a place for children." The old hunter said as he walked into the cave.

It was a wide cave, and it was pitch black with no light to see. I walked more than ten meters inward, and only at the end of the cave did I see a glimmer of fire.

The old hunter stood on the stone wall with a long knife in his hand, and then shouted inside: "Little pillar, little dog, come out and cook wolf skin!" ”

I saw two boys dressed in animal skins, bare-legged, and dirty-faced running out of it, followed by several little boys with bare buttocks. As soon as the little boy saw the old hunter, he immediately pounced:

"Grandpa Fan......"

"Grandpa Fan, did you hit the prey today?" A few children surrounded the old hunter like a few little sparrows. The old hunter casually touched the child's little face, and without saying a word, the wolf skin was thrown to the ground, waved his hand to Ling Yu, and led Ling Yu into the depths of the cave.

The cave zigzagged and walked more than ten meters inward, and some dilapidated supplies picked up by the old man Fan Songling were piled up on both sides, and the turn suddenly opened up, and there was a pile of carbon fire on the ground, which illuminated the house very warmly. There were two straw bunks on each side, and on them were five or six little boys and girls, all of them filthy.

From their innocent faces, Ling Yu thought of those children in Wulinwan Village, and he felt a little sad. He saw two children who had de-cooked wolf skins neatly take three broken basins, pour some water from a black plastic bucket next to them, and soak the wolf skins into the water one by one. Then, two rusty knives were thrown to the ground.

Three boys, five or six years old, chattered and laughed and pushed over a few wooden shelves where animal skins were dried, and then took a large handful of charcoal ash in their dirty little hands and placed it in the other two basins.

Ling Yu had only heard of cooked animal hides, but he couldn't help but be very curious when he saw a few children doing this work today.

At this moment, the old hunter handed over a large coarse porcelain bowl, and indeed half a bowl of wine was poured into it.

Ling Yu asked about Batson.

The old man sighed: "Alas, Ba Kaixuan was grown up by me, when the Battle of Altar Mountain, he went to the war with the Haiyue team at that time, and never returned, his wife and two children, and finally pulled it up, but the Moon Dragon Gang, the mother and daughter all died in order to save the boy, and only a sixteen-year-old child Batson escaped. This kid has wanted to learn from his father since he was a child, and he practices every day, and he is already a silver star powerhouse. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to run away at all. ”

Ling Yu nodded slightly, he couldn't help but think of the scene where his mother sacrificed her life to save herself, and his eyes were a little moist.

"Can he run away?" After a while, Ling Yu asked.

Fan Songling smiled slightly: "It is said that that kid has the strength of the Silver Two Star, as long as he is not touched by the Venus powerhouse, there should not be much of a problem." If this kid survives, he will definitely be a big disaster for the Moon Dragon Gang in the future! The Moon Dragon Gang can't last long if they toss around like this. ”

"Butson, stay strong, one day we'll meet together, fight side by side like our fathers." Ling Yu muttered alone.

Ling Yu stayed in this hidden cave with the old hunter Fan Songling and the children. Every day he hunted with the old hunter during the day, and helped the children make jerky and other food at night, and after a week, Ling Yu and the old man had hunted more than two dozen wild sheep and some other prey. The old man was very happy, and he smiled and said, "These are enough for the children to eat for a month."

Early the next morning, Ling Yu and Fan Songling sneaked back to Shikang Village a little. Shikang Village is smaller than Wulin Bay. The old man himself lived alone in the village, and although no relatives were killed, his expression was still full of grief and hatred. The bodies of the victims had already been secretly buried by the old man, and now there is only a large area of ruins.

They kept turning over the broken bricks and rubble, digging out some worn clothes, bedding and some daily necessities, and then transporting them back to the cave. With these things, old hunters and children can easily survive the winter.

The old hunter was very experienced in hunting, and for several days the old man told him a lot about the dangers of the moor. Especially the characteristics of the actions of the alien beasts, these were all experiences that could allow Ling Yu to survive in the Great Wasteland. Ling Yu remembered it very carefully, which gave him a lot of chances of winning in the future survival of the Great Wasteland.

"Just wait until spring." That's all the hope for the elderly and children.

A few days later, Ling Yu finally left the cave, and the old hunter gave Ling Yu two ripe wolf cards.

"Brother Shuhong, we are waiting for you to pick us up!" A group of ragged children and old hunters sent him out of the cave. Ling Yu waved his hand at them, although his nose was a little sour, he was still alone, carrying a knife in his backpack, and walked firmly towards the vast wasteland.