Hearing the muffled sound of the explosion, Zhang Fan saw a layer of blood mist floating in the northwest, hesitated slightly, couldn't help the curiosity in his heart, bypassed the pile of gravel blocking the way, and ran towards that side.

Halfway through, I encountered a half-collapsed three-story building, and deliberately climbed up to take a look.

He had good eyes, and he was on high ground, and he could roughly see that there had been a fierce battle over there, as if someone was lying on the ground.

I came out for the sake of training, and when I encountered a situation, of course I had to go over and take a look.

Zhang Fan climbed and jumped down, rushed all the way over, and quickly climbed over the ruins into the clearing.

In the air, there was a smell of blood.

Broken dark red metal flakes scattered horizontally and vertically.

There was a pile of rotten bones and rotten flesh on the ground, and there were two lying nearby.

A slender humanoid, dry like a rotten piece of wood.

The other's clothes were torn into strips of rags, and his bare head was about to glow in the sun.

Seeing the bald face facing the sun, Zhang Fan found out that he knew it, he had seen it in the temporary camp of the singularity this morning, and he almost bumped into this person at that time, and after he apologized, the other party said that it didn't matter.

Scavengers who can respond politely are rare.

Zhang Fan's first impression of this person was good, and when he squatted down to check, he was curious about why his head was bald after not seeing him for half a day?

As the mayor and the teacher taught, he touched the carotid artery of the bald head and found that the man was still alive.

There was the sound of rubble rolling, and in front of the front and on the left, there was a scavenger who climbed over the pile of rubble, and when he saw Zhang Fan, he stopped cautiously, his eyes drifted over the bald head, and he looked at the metal fragments.

Zhang Fan thought of the mayor's teachings, got up and took off the singularity mechanical crossbow on his back, and pulled the movement to wind.

The two scavengers each slowly retreated, recognizing that it was the Singularity's standard equipment.

Zhang Fan just wanted to scare the other party away, but the blood mist that exploded here attracted the attention of many people, and scavengers appeared one after another, several of them, seeing the pile of bones and rotten meat, their eyes became like hungry wolves.

His legs trembled, his hands trembled slightly, and Zhang Fan's big nose was red from nervousness.

He raised his bow and shot it into the sky, and the specially made arrow, with a terrible sound of breaking through the air, spread far and wide.

Then, as trained, he pulled the arrow on his wrist and flat-ended the mechanical crossbow with both hands, and looked at the men vigilantly.

Zhang Fan's breathing became rapid, and his heart was pounding.

Two sarcomas, one white and one red, grew out of their throats, rising and falling with their breathing.

With a bang, behind Zhang Fan, someone climbed over the ruins and jumped down directly.

The man's steps were heavy, the left mechanical arm was raised, and the exposed chains and gears rotated one after another, densely covered with blood lines and dark red pipes, and the outer shell used as protection was covered with red rust, and an iron-red metal pipe extended from the elbow and connected to the metal canister behind it, and as the rough metal palm pressed down on the wide-brimmed cowboy hat, there was a blood-red mist rising around the arm.

There is also a line to the right of the canister that is connected to the holster around the man's waist.

Zhang Fan glanced back and was overjoyed: "Mayor Town!" ”

Duge opened the holster on his waist with his right hand and took out a cyan metal pistol, the pistol was strangely shaped, full of roughness and unrestrained, the pipeline connected to the metal can, the sound of liquid flowing, and the muzzle thicker than an adult's thumb swept over the scavengers one by one.

"If you don't want to die, get out of here!"

The muzzle of a gun is actually more convincing than words.

A well-informed scavenger unconsciously said, "Blood can be a gun!" The blood shooter of the singularity! ”

Boom, these people dispersed faster than they came.

Du Qi put away the gun, strode to the bald head, and glanced at Zhang Fan with slanted eyes: "Don't shake your legs, I have a toothache when I shake!" ”

Zhang Fan put away the mechanical crossbow: "Mayor Town, I'm not nervous, I'm not afraid." He touched the sarcoma on his throat: "When Xiaobai and Xiaohong grow up, I can do it no matter how many people come!" ”

Du Qi squatted down, his rough metal fingers pinching his bald and emaciated cheeks and shaking back and forth: "Not dead yet!" ”

He looked at the exploding motorcycles and the slender, shriveled corpses in front of him: "It's funny, a mechanic, a swamp treeman, he didn't die." ”

Zhang Fan asked, "Can it be saved?" ”

Duge stood up and said casually, "Throw it here, live or die." ”

Zhang Fan glanced at his head, which was almost shining in the sun, squatted down and said, "I'll try again." ”

Dooch didn't stop it, people died every day in the ruins, but humanity remained tenacious, thriving in a world that seemed to be cursed, and even rebuilding order and civilization.

Sometimes, he suspects that the creation theory of the first singularity advocated by Singularity is false, but as the old god stick said, after the collapse of human civilization in the first age, the world was recreated when the flying goat was seriously drunk.

Probably the Flying Goat was drunk when it was created, and the world is so fucked up.

Zhang Fan gently patted the bald face, and then pinched the bald man, seeing that the bald head did not react, he couldn't help but exert more force, and his nails sank deep into the flesh under his nose.

…………

The autumn breeze was bleak, Zhuo Cheng stood in a green belt, saw his own building, and the east household on the ninth floor of the second unit was lit up, he was overjoyed and ran over there.

It's great to be able to come back from that apocalyptic world!

"Dad, Mom, I'm back!"

Run, keep running, but can't run out of that green belt.

No matter which direction you run from, a patch of flowers and trees stands in front of you.

Zhuo Cheng pulled away a tall bitter hemp grass with his left hand, and just wanted to pass through, he suddenly had a feeling that the grass was endless, stretching in all directions, until the end of the world.

What's at the end of the world? Zhuo Cheng flashed this question, and a golden light flashed in front of him.

The golden light is so brilliant, so dazzling, it is unique in heaven and earth!

Zhuo Cheng couldn't help but close his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, the golden light was gone, and a figure shook in front of him, first seeing a homespun shirt like a desert camouflage uniform, and then a neck with two small sarcomas on it, and then a big excessive nose on it.

When he saw his nose, he felt so much pain under his nose, as if he had been cut.

"Are you awake? That's great! The excited voice Zhuo Cheng sounded a little familiar: "Mayor Town! He's awake! He's alive! ”

Closing his eyes and opening his eyes again, the young man jumped up happily, Zhuo Cheng thought of the previous fight, thought of the golden light, and finally thought of the east household on the ninth floor of the second unit, and bled in distress: Home, can you never go back?

I felt weak.

Feeling something in both hands, he turned his head to look, holding the octagonal hammer in his right hand and pressing a withered yellow bitter hemp grass in his left hand.

The wound on his body disappeared strangely, and even the crossbow arrow that pierced his left arm was gone.

The sunflower people are as dry as rotten wood.

Zhuo Cheng was thoughtful, but the tip of his nose smelled a faint smell of blood, and he raised his hand to grab the octagonal hammer, and fell down weakly.

Duchy, who came over, saw this scene and said, "Bald boy, you have to know how to be good." He raised his mechanical arm and pointed at the big-nosed youth: "His name is Zhang Fan, remember, he saved you." ”

Zhuo Cheng has nothing to do, if these two people wanted his life, he would have died, and nodded at Zhang Fan, who had a big nose: "Thank you." ”

He also saw two sarcomas in the big nose and throat, and he remembered that he had seen this man in the camp this morning, and that a scavenger said they were from Sweetwater.

Sweetwater's good reputation seems to have some justification.

"Actually, I didn't do anything." Zhang Fan saw that Zhuo Cheng was lying on the ground and couldn't get up, so he hurriedly squatted down to help him: "I just beat away dozens of waste pickers......

Dooch coughed.

Zhang Fan's nose turned red, and he helped Zhuo Cheng to sit up: "I'll see you in the morning, and you still have hair, how will this fall out." ”

The breeze blew, Zhuo Cheng's head was cold, and at this time he somewhat regained his strength, and wiped his left hand on the top of his head, bare hair.

Bald? He wondered, "I was fine before I fell unconscious." ”

"It could be caused by the radiation energy distorting the body." Duge asked, "What's going on here?" You killed the dead mechanics and swamp treemen? ”

The words mechanic and swamp tree man are very unfamiliar, Zhuo Cheng can guess that Uncle Cowboy Hat is talking about slave hunters and sunflower people, think a little, and tell the story of the incident, concealing the injury, only saying that with the help of the sunflower man to get rid of the slave hunter, the two sides of the fight was provoked, and when one was dead and one was seriously injured, he took advantage of the situation, but was stunned by the sunflower man's attack before he died.

Duqi didn't investigate whether it was true or not, and replied: "Good luck." ”

Zhuo Cheng's nose was panting, and his upper lip was hot and painful.

"Gone." Du Qi greeted Zhang Fan, turned around and left, obviously not wanting to care about Zhuo Cheng.

Zhang Fan was about to leave, and glanced at Zhuo Cheng in embarrassment.

Zhuo Cheng's body has not yet recovered, and once these two people are gone, he will not even be left with scum.

Through simple communication, I somewhat grasped the mentality of these two people, and in order to live, he said cheekily: "Zhang Fan, do you want to go together?" ”

Zhang Fan saw that he had saved the person, and he threw it away halfway, regardless of being too irresponsible, and looked at Du Qi, who was walking heavily: "Mayor of the town? ”

Du Qi didn't even reply: "Decide for yourself!" ”

Zhang Fan ran over, handed the mechanical crossbow on his back to Du Qi, and came back to ask for Zhuo Cheng's hammer, inserted it on the belt around his waist, squatted down and said, "I'll carry you!" ”

At this moment, Zhuo Cheng struggled to survive in the ruins, and the coldness he practiced inexplicably softened.

How many good people can you meet in this toxic world?

With Zhuo Cheng on his back, Zhang Fan followed Du Qi step by step, although Du Qi didn't want to care about Zhuo Cheng, but when he saw his subordinates saving people, he didn't stop him after all.

Zhang Fan has a lot of strength, it is not difficult to carry Zhuo Cheng on his back, and when he walked out of the open space of the ruins, Zhuo Cheng found that his tool kit was lying on the edge of the ruins, and hurriedly said to Zhang Fan.

Hooking up the bag with his feet and hanging it around his neck, Zhang Fan took a few steps, caught up with Du Qi, and said to Zhuo Cheng on his back: "We met at the Singularity Camp this morning." ”

Zhuo Cheng's upper lips were hot and painful, he tried to pant with his mouth, and his voice was a little strange: "I remember." ”

Zhang Fan asked again, "Do you have a name?" What is it called? ”

Many scavengers don't have official names, and their parents are not educated, so they just give them random names.

Zhuo Cheng did not hesitate: "I didn't have a name before, but then a literate person taught him for a while and gave him a name Zhuo Cheng." ”

Du Qi stepped on the gravel road with heavy steps, listened to the words coming from behind, and muttered to himself: "I and the old god stick taught them too kindly? ”

The thought flickered: "If there is no kindness in the heart, how can human beings rebuild order and restore civilization?" ”