No high-level Chosen One's body looked like it could be blown down by a gust of wind.

The disappointed vendor smiled and didn't continue to talk, just sat on the small stool behind the stall in a daze, no longer looking at Rin and the others.

In the eyes of the vendors, maybe this weak man has relatives in the mountains?

Or was his father a big leader before the cataclysm?

That's why there are people waiting for him on the mountain.

There have been no less than 20 cases of such people from street vendors this month!

He looked at the thin back of Qi Rin who was walking towards the snack street with the child and sighed: "In this world, level is everything!" Relatives lead? ”

"It's all gone."

"It's just a little strange, that kid's clothes are a little thin, isn't he cold?"

"I'm so cold, I can really resist."

The atmosphere of the snack street is very lively.

There are also a lot of people.

Because there are always some people who like to take advantage of small advantages and eat here wildly.

Interestingly, the armed men patrolling back and forth do not drive them away.

It is only when there is a clash in the crowd that they rush to maintain order.

Every time Qi Rin walked in front of a stall, he would stop and ask Xiao Di, "Do you want to taste it?" ”

The child is indeed very sensible, for fear of delaying Qi Rin's time, he always shook his head, raised a mouthful of untouched marshmallow with a happy face, and said happily: "That's good, uncle!" ”

Qi Rin also smiled rarely, and then took out two packs of cigarettes through the space ring in the cloak and threw them in front of the stall, and then picked up various snacks and stuffed them for the children.

"Eat more, maybe you won't be able to eat later."

Although the child did not understand what this meant, he did not explore it too much.

Because in the child's heart, although the uncle is a little weird, he is a good person.

At this moment, Qi Rin's soul link also came with a report from the ghost boss: "Master, the death archer team of the Xinhua School District is also ready. ”

Without waiting for Qi Rin to reply, the soul link came at the same time, and Lao Jiu, who led seventy silver-level ghosts to go up the mountain to control, reported: "Master, the control of Shu Mountain up and down has been completed, and the second team of death archers is also ready." ”

"Master, I think they are so weak, Lao Jiu alone can kill everyone on the mountain!"

Qi Rin didn't reply to Lao Jiu, but continued to lead the child in front of the snack stall and repeat the act of putting cigarettes and handing snacks to the child.

The bizarre move attracted the attention of countless street vendors and survivors in the surrounding area.

Some of them were envious and envious of Qi Rin's wealth.

Someone's eyes rolled, thinking about what other good things could be pulled out of Qi Rin's arms.

The armed patrol officers also subconsciously clenched the guns in their hands, and they felt that something was wrong.

No survivor who survived until now would show his wealth like this.

That would cause yourself unnecessary trouble unless this person.

"Uncle, I can't take it!"

Qi Rin looked down, and at this moment, Xiao Di looked funny with a large number of snacks of various colors and his head up.

Well, I really can't put it down.

Only then did Qi Rin stop letting the lively atmosphere around him behave in a low voice, and he led the child towards Shushan High School.

As the initial starting point, the beautiful garden of Shushan High School made Qi Rin a little uncomfortable.

It doesn't smell like a corpse.

Qi Rin raised his eyebrows and led the child out of the garden path quickly.

After leaving the garden, the statue of the bronze warrior looked so conspicuous and majestic under the spotlights around it.

A tear-jerking movie about family is playing on the screen.

The audience burst into tears, whimpering one after another, as if they thought of their families.

Maybe it was the anger in his heart that rushed to the top of his head, or maybe the physique that had dropped to 0.5 made Qi Rin feel a little tired.

He wanted to lead the child to sit down somewhere.

Let your child watch a movie and have a good dinner.

He, on the other hand, needs to rest and think carefully about whether the demon's whispering words are worthwhile.

The survivor who had just arrived wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and crossed his hands towards Qi Rin, who was sitting next to him: "Praise the hall master!" ”

Qi Rin, who had a lot of thoughts in his head, nodded in response, and his irritated gaze swept over the crowd of moviegoers with undulating voices.

According to the ghosts, this is one of the official entertainment events organized by the Temple of the Dead.

The staff in charge of the broadcast will receive a salary of 20 contribution points.

This contribution point is officially issued by the Hall of the Dead, and it can be regarded as a public welfare benefit that enhances people's happiness and sense of belonging.

Twenty contribution points, the materials that can be exchanged are enough for one person to live for a month.

At this moment, the survivor who had a place of belonging to the Temple of the Dead, he didn't know that the person next to him only needed one thought, and all of this would be scorched to earth.

"Huh! Nabs! The survivor enthusiastically shared the potato chips in his hand with Qi Rin.

The latter glanced at it, but replied hoarsely: "Thank you, not hungry." ”

The survivor didn't force it, just crunched and chewed on the potato chips, "Dude, you just came, didn't you?" ”

Without waiting for Qi Rin to reply, the survivor said familiarly: "Tsk, it's so good here, it's much better than the military security zone!" ”

"When I went to Beicheng before, you didn't know, there was no snack street over there, a movie plaza or anything, and all the fucking items had to be confiscated when you went in there!"

"Then I stripped off the centralized disinfection, and my whole body had to be wiped evenly with disinfectant powder, and finally I had to be shot by a water gun!"

"I heard that after entering, except for a small number of special talents, everyone will go to strengthen the fortifications, stay in a centralized manner, and have two meals a day!"

"It's fucking, there's no comparison, there's no harm!"

The survivors babbled and complained, and there was no lack of complaints and dissatisfaction with the military's northern security zone.

Qi Rin still didn't respond, just listened quietly.

"I just registered my personal information, I don't know what position to class, the household registration staff was just called away for a meeting, and when they come, you remember to praise yourself when you register, so that you may be able to get a good position."

The survivor said, taking out a bottle of Moutai and a bottle of mineral water from his backpack.

He grunted and drank the mineral buffalo, and then poured Moutai into the mineral water bottle.

After doing all this, he handed the mineral water bottle containing Moutai to Qi Rin.

"Take it, buddy!" Seeing that Qi Rin did not react, the survivor directly stuffed the bottle into Qi Rin's arms.

"Dude, believe me, the Temple of the Dead is really good compared to other forces!"

The survivor looked at Qi Rin and put the water bottle on the ground silently, and then said mysteriously: "I went to inquire just now, and the treatment we enjoyed just now is said to have been carried out by the high priest and his old man on the orders of the hall master!" ”

"It's said that everyone is in this dog's world, and it's not easy to drag the family with a mouth, so let everyone slow down the nerves first, if you feel that it is not suitable, you can go, and the Temple of the Dead does not restrict personal freedom!"

"Listen! Listen up! How comfortable it is to say! ”

"That's what people say!"

"In my opinion, the high priest and his old man and the hall master skeleton god all know how to be considerate of us people!"

"It's right to stay and follow the Temple of the Dead!"

The survivor said this, his tone visibly angry: "Fuck! Don't you know, on the side of the military security zone, except for their soldiers and demon seed hunters, only those who have committed crimes can go out! ”

"! Isn't this a clear attempt to suppress our rank!? ”

"If I hadn't been clever enough to slip away halfway, I would have died in that concentration camp as a slave sooner or later!"

"In my opinion, they just want to be the emperor!"

Qi Rin listened silently and didn't speak.

As a person who had entered the safe zone in his previous life, he knew very well that from an individual point of view, the Hall of the Dead was undoubtedly more attractive.

But from a group perspective, the military's safe zone approach is fine.

Qi Rin didn't understand it before.

Until half a month ago, he caught a red-eyed crow and learned a message from his mouth: the fog is one of the world's shackles, it is to protect human beings, if too many people die, the speed of the fog will dissipate faster, and the demon seeds outside will be able to cross the fog and attack directly.

From that moment on, he probably understood why the military did that.

But there's a lot more he doesn't understand.

"Dude, I see that you have taken a child to survive until now, which means that you are not a bad person."

The survivor glanced at Xiao Di, who was obediently motionless next to Qi Rin, and whispered: "When the people who will be registered come back from the meeting, you give this bottle to the leader, and say that you see his hard work and quench his thirst!" ”

"I stuffed Moutai directly before, but the person didn't ask for it, saying that there were requirements above, and I didn't accept eating and taking cards, I was out of play, you will be smart, and what will be the future of the post, but it depends on the few strokes that will be waiting."

Perhaps seeing Qi Rin's absent-mindedness, the survivor added: "I tell you, don't take it seriously, I have inquired, once the position is decided, it will be very difficult for you to change again!" ”

"This person is sophisticated, no matter where he is, he has to pay attention, I didn't pay attention to it before, I didn't give it to me for more than ten fucking years."

"Forget it, my name is Fang Wenbin! If there is a half-official in the future, don't forget me, buddy! ”

Qi Rin looked down at the mineral water bottle containing Moutai and didn't speak.

"Dude, what level are you now?" The survivor asked eagerly.

His information has been registered, there is no possibility of changing it, and he has to make plans if he wants to live comfortably in the Hall of the Dead in the future.

The days of the Chosen One with a high rank will be more comfortable, if this person with a child is a high level, that

He waited for a while, and found that Qi Rin seemed to be in a daze, and he was not angry, but said:

"I'm going to get a bottle of Coke, drink more today, it's not good to be so prostitute after tonight!"

The survivor saw that Qi Rin didn't want to move, and said cheerfully: "I'll try it later, and I'll help you get a bottle too!" ”

The survivors sped away.

The child next to him scratched his head.

In the past two months, he has been following Qi Rin and has never seen anyone else in the outside world.

Until this moment, people who have only had two contacts have asked the question of rank.

Does grade matter?

The child didn't know why, so he subconsciously pulled Qi Rin's cloak, and when Qi Rin looked down at him, he asked in a glutinous voice, "Uncle, why do they all ask you about your rank?" Is this important? ”

Qi Rin thought for a moment and replied, "Those people who ask you about your level as soon as they meet, or ask if you have skills, are essentially calculating the level of respect for you. ”

The child scratched his head, and his chicken-like hair became even more messy: "I don't understand, uncle, you see they are very polite to us!" Give us food, let us watch a movie, and the guy just gave you water. ”

Qi Rin raised his eyebrows: "Anyone approaching you has a purpose, anyone!" Including me! ”

Without waiting for Xiao Di to ask, Qi Rin continued: "What purpose? Get the benefits from you! Reap the benefits! Like I get the Black Hole Fireworks from you! ”

The facial features on Xiao Di's little face wrinkled together, he wiped the oil on his mouth and pouted: "But grandma said that life is not all about interests!" It's more about mutual achievement and warmth for each other! ”

Qi Rin stopped the topic with a wave of his hand, and he looked up at his place, the Shu Mountain.

"As long as there is no conflict of interest, there is generally no need to refute what others say."

"Huh? Why don't you eat it? Qi Rin suddenly found that there were so many snacks, but Xiao Di hadn't touched a bite.

The child scratched his hair like a chicken nest, although he didn't quite understand what Qi Rin just said, but this did not affect him to raise the untouched marshmallow: "Na! Uncle, help me taste it first! ”

"Childish, I don't eat!"

"Try it, uncle, I think it should be delicious."

"Eat yours! Don't speak! ”

"Oh"

…

A flamboyant woman quietly squeezed through the crowd.

Covered in the smell of perfume, she gently sat on the empty stool where the survivor had just left, and her red lips opened lightly: "Praise the hall master!" Handsome guy, do you want to be happy? ”

"Sister, I can do anything!" In her mouth, she spat out the fragrance, and the charming hand that did the nail art wanted to put it on Qi Rin's lap: "A dragon only needs five contribution points!" ”

Qi Rin quietly put aside the hand that the woman wanted to touch, and the irritability in her heart intensified.

"Thanks, I don't have any contribution points."

The woman was stunned for a moment, but she glanced at the mineral water bottle on the ground, and soon continued to smile with a smile on her face: "Supplies too"

"Thanks, I don't have supplies."

"Uh" The woman was stunned, thinking that the news from the snack street just now should be right!

A thin man with a child, his eyes were red, he didn't seem to have slept well, and his mental outlook was very poor.

That's a lot of money!

The woman glanced at the child next to her who was eating silently, and then at Qi Rin, thinking that she hadn't found the wrong person!

Could it be that he's not interested in me?

The woman didn't want such a big money to slip away from her hand, she looked at Xiao Di again, her eyes lit up and she smiled and said, "Oops! ”

"I get it, big brother!" The woman hurriedly got up and left: "You wait for my eldest brother!" ”

Not long after, the woman led a young man with oily hair and a pink face over.

"Big brother, don't worry, we have all kinds of tea!"

"Cheer you up!"

Qi Rin knew that the other party had misunderstood something, and frowned and said, "Thank you, no need." ”

The oily-haired man obviously wanted to work hard, he sat next to Qi Rin, and the ambiguous expression like the previous woman was about to touch Qi Rin's thigh, and he said at the same time: "Praise the hall master, big brother want to be happy."

"Do you want to die?" Qi Rin turned his head suddenly, and anger rose in his blood-red eyes.

The man's hand that had not yet touched Qi Rin's thigh was frozen in the air, and he only felt that the eyes of the person in front of him seemed to have really killed someone!

The survivors who just arrived have not yet finished getting acquainted with the rules of the Temple of the Dead that no fights are allowed, but they are all masters who dare to kill people if they disagree with each other!

They know this all too well.

He hurriedly got up and pulled the woman and ran, this person can't afford to provoke!

And Xiao Di was also attracted by the movement here.

In fact, as early as when the woman came to say that he was happy, he seemed to understand and was hazy.

But the child only knows that that kind of thing is a process of human reproduction.

But when the child saw the man coming over, he said the same thing with the same ambiguous expression as the woman before.

Xiao Di was confused.

He thought carefully about the biology knowledge he had seen before.

I really can't find how to reproduce two human males.

Two months of getting along made Xiaodi extremely dependent on and trusted Qi Rin.

If you don't understand, just ask your uncle, and it's definitely no problem!

The child subconsciously looked at Qi Rin and asked, "Uncle, what is happiness?" ”

Qi Rin took out his black notebook, and didn't say anything because the other party was a child, you are still young, don't ask, or anything like that.

He replied casually: "The collision of flesh with flesh, the exchange of liquids with liquids, boring things. ”

"Eat well, and we'll go up the mountain after eating."

"Oh," the child scratched his head and looked puzzled, and quickly ate it in the middle of his head.

A moment later.

An armed man led an officer from the Registry Section.

Before they came to Qi Rin's side, they were full of smiles: "Praise the hall master!" Welcome home, two! ”

At the same time, the ghost report came from the soul link: "Master, these two people were called to a meeting just now, and the content of the meeting is to pay attention to the black wind, and to be highly polite and attentive to each new survivor. ”

Qi Rin didn't respond, and his patience was getting worse and worse at the moment.

And the officer who didn't know why only felt that the person in front of him was not of high rank, and the shelf was not small.

I'm afraid that he is another fool who can't see his own situation clearly by relying on his identity as a so-and-so leader before the catastrophe.

However, the officer still did not show a look of boredom, but said with a smile on his face: "Praise the hall master!" I'm a staff member of our household registration department, what do you call this handsome guy? ”

At this moment, a voice came from a distance: "Oops! The two leaders are here! ”

Seeing the situation on Qi Rin's side, the previous survivor ran quickly with two bottles of Coke in his arms, and shouted as he ran: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" This dude's throat hurts and it's hard to speak! ”

The survivors have inquired before, and many people want to bribe the person in charge of the household registration level, because the quality of the position you can be assigned in the future depends largely on his light stroke.

For the vast majority of people, this stroke is an unchangeable fork in the road of fate.

The survivor quickly put the cola on the ground, picked up the bottle of mineral water filled with Moutai at Qi Rin's feet on the ground and stuffed it into the hands of the household registration officer.

Without thinking, the other party quickly pushed the bottle back, waved his hands and said quickly: "Praise the hall master!" We have a policy! Do not accept to eat and take cards! ”

The survivor did not relent, and stepped forward with a smile on his face and continued to stuff the bottle: "Oops! It's just an ordinary bottle of mineral water, a little insignificant mind, to quench your thirst! ”

"You see that it is not easy for you, we are also distressed about you who stay up all night to serve us!"

The household registration officer smelled the wine on the mouth of the bottle, and his eyes lit up: "Oops! You're so considerate! I."

Just as he was about to accept the bottle of mineral water, a gloomy voice came from a distance: "What I just said is in the ears of the ear, right?!" ”

This voice.

The household registration officer heard the voice of his immediate leader.

Give me a closer look!

At this juncture, if anyone dares to smash my pot, I will let whoever can't eat!

The words of the leader just now are in my ears.

The registrar shuddered and turned to look, he felt that he could still struggle.

But when he found that Fan Zhong, the director of the Judicial Division, whom he had only met once, was standing behind his leader, he was disheartened.

The trial department is responsible for all issues such as corruption, oppression and oppression of the masses within the Hall of the Dead, and once discovered, they will be dealt with severely!

Since the establishment of the Hall of the Dead, I don't know how many bullies have died at the hands of Director Fan, and even the Chosen One who made trouble before was killed by Director Fan on the spot!

I still remember that there was a son of a deputy director on the mountain before, who drank too much and made trouble and dealt with a waiter in public, and the waiter later couldn't stand it and jumped off the mountain to commit suicide.

Later, I went to investigate and found that the waiter had no family, her family was dead, and she couldn't pay for the loss.

Later, Director Fan, who had returned from hunting demons, heard about this, and despite the dissuasion of the high priest and other ministers, he went directly to the door and slaughtered his son in front of Lao Tzu. ”

If Director Fan is just a personal advantage by force, then forget it.

The point is that the Great Priest of the Hall of the Dead has great trust in Director Fan!

Although Director Fan swept away the face of the high priest and other top officials that time, the high priest still did not deduct any of his resources, and even did not even have a symbolic punishment.

On the contrary, the deputy director was exiled by the high priest to the construction site supervisor on the other side of the airport.

Later, I heard that the deputy director was unlucky, and when he went to work, he was attacked by the demon seed and died halfway.

Everyone speculated that the high priest was responsible, but there was no evidence.

No one knows why the high priest trusts Director Fan so much, everyone only knows one thing: you can make a mistake, but you must wipe your ass clean, and most importantly, you must not make a mistake and be known by Director Fan!

"It's over, it's all over now."

The household registration officer knelt on the ground with a thud, like a funeral examination approval.

If Director Fan is not there, maybe everything is easy to say, after all, it is just a bottle of wine.

But now, the leaders are here, just to say that for the sake of leading their own face, he estimates all

The atmosphere around was so oppressive that no one dared to speak.

The leader walked up to the kneeling officer, his face was pale, and his outstretched fingers trembled: "You!! ”

I just finished the meeting, and this product is like this!

In front of Director Fan and his party!

This doesn't make it clear to smash my pot!

The leader didn't know what to say now, so he ran to Fan Zhong in a gloomy way, bowed his head and admitted his mistake: "Director Fan, this incident is in my department, and I can't escape the blame."

Fan Zhong was in no mood to listen to his words at the moment, but with a slight wave of his hand, the huge force set aside the leader who was blocking his vision.

Fan Zhong stared at Qi Rin and the child tightly, he just heard someone say that there was a survivor in the snack street who had a rough meal, so he came to take a look.

Everyone also saw that Fan Zhong was wrong, and they also followed his line of sight to look at Qi Rin and the child.

At this moment, Qi Rin was taking out a tissue to wipe the oil on the child's face, as if he was inhumane: "Have you eaten enough?" ”

The child looked at the eyes of those people with various meanings in fear, and said timidly: "Uncle who is full"

"Then let's go."

"Where are you going, uncle?"

"Go up the mountain."

Loud movie background sounds.

In the sight of Fan Zhong and others.

A large and a small figure headed towards the main road of Shushan Mountaineering.

No one stopped them, because the people who wanted to jump out and show themselves in front of the leaders didn't even let out a fart, and they all fell to the ground silently, and their eyes rolled and their mouths foamed, and their whole body convulsed.

This horrific scene made everyone stop in place.

On weekdays, the people who are high up and commanding the people keep their mouths shut, they are afraid that they will jump out of fear and be misunderstood by the person and then fall to the ground and convulse.

They didn't even dare to squeak.

Only Fan Zhong looked at the top of Shu Mountain.

He glanced at the brightly lit scene around him again, and then gritted his teeth and followed behind Qi Rin in silence.

He didn't know who Qi Rin was.

But he vaguely guessed who Qi Rin was.