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A motorcycle is running on a national highway at a high speed.

The wind is fierce. But he couldn't stop Ling Feng's sharp eyes, make a correct judgment, and bypass many obstacles.

I shot last night, and the harvest was not small.

Five fruits. A mysterious fruit that increases the defense of human strength.

After succeeding, float away. Arriving at safety, he did not devour the mysterious fruit. Although the general effect of this fruit has been mastered, he is a little hesitant to eat it or not.

After eating the fruit, human beings have strength, and at the same time, their muscles are tensed, and their bodies will change.

For Ling Feng, he didn't want to be a muscular hunk. The reason is very simple, his current body size is the most standard, once he gets bigger, his strength will increase, but it will affect other aspects.

There are gains and losses. A choice must be made.

Resisting the temptation of the mysterious fruit, Ling Feng thought about it again and again, but decided to slow it down.

It is imperative to rush to Hanyang's hometown as soon as possible.

Follow the national highway. Ling Feng wasn't worried about having pursuers behind him. There are many mysterious fruits. The fight between the cops and the other survivors won't stop when the leader is taken out.

In the era of cataclysm, people's desires are infinitely magnified, and there is only profit and nothing else.

Near the wee hours of the morning, Ling Feng was lucky enough to spot a motorcycle on the national highway. It's the best way for him to get around.

The motorcycle is agile and able to avoid obstacles and travel all the way. Occasionally, a living corpse blocked the way, and was easily killed by Ling Feng with a gun.

Last night, not only did he harvest the mysterious fruit, but he also snatched several guns from the police force.

Around nine o'clock in the morning.

Ling Feng drove through the area of Taixing City and entered the territory of Jiangdu. From here, you can go to the highway and you can reach your hometown of Hanyang.

The roadmap is clearly etched in the mind. Ling Feng increased the throttle and drove directly to the Jiangdu Expressway intersection. Twenty minutes later, when he arrived at the intersection of Jiangdu Expressway, he could see that the crowd here was turbulent, bustling, and lively.

There are survivors everywhere, in thousands, stranded here.

Jiangdu is well-connected and has a large population, and there must be a lot of survivors. Therefore, Ling Feng was not surprised to see the crowded scene here.

He was going to drive straight to the highway, but he was a little tired and hungry from a night's work. Therefore, I plan to take a short break at the intersection.

The throttle is increased. With a roaring sound of the motorcycle's engine, it came directly to a public toilet at the intersection and stopped.

There are the least number of people here.

After parking the motorcycle, Ling Feng didn't care about the strange stares around him, sat directly on the ground, took out a piece of beef from his backpack, and a bottle of mineral water, and ate and drank.

There is no doubt that his outfit is obviously different from that of ordinary survivors. In particular, the swarthy barrel exposed by the rucksack made the surrounding crowd frightened.

This was deliberately done by Ling Feng to avoid trouble coming to the door.

After the cataclysm, what is most scarce? Food, of course, and clean water.

Perhaps at the moment, there is no shortage of these. But what happens after a few days, a few months, when the remaining food is eaten and drunk?

Ling Feng was hard to imagine. I don't dare to think about it. He once went on a mission to the western frontier and saw with his own eyes people who were tormented by hunger and went crazy. In order to fill his stomach, he did all kinds of evil things.

It is believed that it will not be long before such a situation will happen and it will become a common phenomenon.

Now there are signs of it. When he took out the beef mineral water, many survivors around him cast greedy and covetous glances.

This is also the main reason why he, with his backpack assault rifle exposed.

He is not afraid of someone coming to rob him, but he just doesn't want to waste his energy on these boring things.

In the era of cataclysm, the order collapsed, and whoever has a hard fist is the truth.

Ling Feng held the big killing weapon in his hand, directly deterring the ill-intentioned people around him, and he didn't dare to make a mistake. And himself, holding mineral water in one hand and nibbling on beef in the other, leisurely.

Until, a guy appeared in front of him.

"My surname is Zhang, and I am known as Zhang Banxian, dare to ask my friend's surname?"

This is a middle-aged man about forty years old, with sharp-beaked monkey gills, a sheep's whisker under his chin, a white silk coat on his upper body, black pants on his lower body, a pair of cloth shoes, and a folding fan in his right hand.

He was grinning all over his face, his mouth was open, and he showed two gold-encrusted front teeth, which was very funny.

"Something to talk about!" Ling Feng glanced at this guy and said lightly.

"Friends are refreshing!"

This guy who called himself Zhang Banxian slapped the fan with his right hand, and showed a familiar expression on his face, which was 'there to see each other and hate to be late', cleared his throat, shook his head and said: "My teacher inherited Zhuge Wolong's lineage, knows the five elements, knows gossip, and is best at measuring words and fortunes for others, divining the future......"

This guy has a lot of ramblings. In the end, the intention was very simple, he wanted to tell Ling Feng's fortune.

After Ling Feng heard this, he glanced at this guy with great curiosity. He couldn't figure out how this kind of charlatan escaped, and in such a bad environment, he still had the heart to tell people's fortunes.

Scam money?

Today's banknotes are not as good as butt wiping paper.

That's food!

Ling Feng thought in his heart. Looking at it, this guy named Zhang Banxian really stared at the beef in his hand with a pair of rat eyes, and kept licking his tongue, looking salivating.

"I don't need to, you can find someone else!" Ling Feng coldly dropped a sentence.

This guy is not an open robbery, he wants to cheat and eat and drink under the guise of fortune telling, although he has a small mistake, it will not make him mad. Therefore, it is quite polite in words.

Ling Feng's words were very clear. But the other party was cheeky and refused to leave.

"My friend doesn't want to tell fortunes, it's okay!"

This guy who called himself Zhang Banxian first glanced left and right a few times, and then mysteriously took out two books from the package behind him and handed them to Ling Feng.

"Although the contemptible Taoism is limited, half a year ago, the Wolong Patriarch occasionally mentioned it in his dream and calculated this catastrophe...... So he wrote two books, specifically for the fate of people to guide the maze! ”

This thing speaks. Ling Feng glanced at it, and suddenly felt like he couldn't cry or laugh.

Two books, one with a cover called "Doomsday Survival Encyclopedia". The other is called "Thirty-three Tricks to Seek Good Fortune and Avoid Evil". And it's all printed. It seems that this charlatan really has two hands, and the props are very well prepared.

"Ten pieces of beef a piece! If you want two books together, the wholesale price, fifteen pieces of beef, plus two bottles of mineral water......"

This guy who called himself Zhang Banxian seemed to feel very good about himself, and he was sure that Ling Feng would be moved, so he shook his head and made a bid.

Just when Ling Feng's face sank, ready to get rid of this guy. Not far away, someone shouted and cursed.

"Catch Zhang Banxian!"

"This-day even cheated on my daughter's lollipop, and if you catch him, you have to kill him!"

Seven or eight strong men came in a menacing manner. After Ling Feng saw it, he knew that he didn't have to make his own move, and this charlatan would have to leave.

Really. Seeing that the bitter master came to the door, Zhang Banxian's face changed, put away his painstaking work, turned around and ran. As if he had remembered something, he turned around and threw a book at Ling Feng.

"Friends, seeing each other is fate. Take this book first, and if it is useful, pay me later...... Ouch!

Before he finished speaking, bricks rained down. Zhang Banxian hugged his head and ran away, and ran away without a trace.

I really didn't expect that I could encounter this kind of strange thing. And also after the cataclysm.

Ling Feng shook his head and continued to eat and drink to replenish his strength. As for the book thrown in front of him, he didn't even look at it.

However.

When a light breeze blows, it blows and opens the pages of a book. Ling Feng glanced at it unintentionally, and his face suddenly changed drastically.