不慎手掌划伤的林乔，把尖刀似得玻璃插进对方凝视她的眼球里，血液顺着不规则的玻璃面流到敌人的脸上。

She was used to such scenes, snatched a few grenades and guns from him, and let her feet pull her back a few seconds before the car hit a tree.

A bunch of weapons fell to the back seat, Lin Qiao took over the cab, and his voice was cold, "The weapons are all divided, it's no longer safe here, they are organized, let's go back and pick up your wife and leave here together." ”

Those teenage children were also skillful in their hands and resolute in their eyes.

Apparently they began to study at a very young age in order to protect themselves, and Lin Qiao saw this scene in the rearview mirror, and also learned about the nomadic group from their mouths.

They usually have their own set of internal laws and ways of life, and are completely independent, and anyone who betrays the community or makes mistakes and evils is driven out.

The expelled individuals formed a group of their own and were hostile to all wanderers.

It is the worst bandit group in No Man's Land.

As the car exploded in the rear, the man who was about to burn the flames slowly sat up, pulled out the glass piece that had popped one eyeball, sniffed the smell of blood on it, and his empty eyes instantly took on a crazy color.

Got it.

The nomads who lived in the extreme cold were small groups of 20 to 30 people, and the robbers came to their door and fought for a night, which ended with the camp being sacked, all the women being taken prisoner of war, and the men being shot.

They counted the corpses, piled them together and burned them together.

Around 12 a.m., a group of people with tattoos or fancy clothes gather to drink and eat meat, occasionally adjusting the radio channel in a vain attempt to connect to the next target.

"Chu Ji" wore a black windbreaker and appeared alone at the door, smelling the dirty smell in the air with a cold expression.

He traveled halfway around the world as fast as he could, and when he arrived here, the smell of Lyncho still dissipated.

The ground was full of mottled blood stains and food residues, and someone found him, seeing that he had an outstanding temperament and was inexplicably familiar, and pointed a gun at him, "Hey, where did you come out?" ”

"Chu Ji" asked expressionlessly: "Are there any other camps around here?" ”

“我哪知道，不想死就滚.” Before the man finished speaking, he was grabbed by Chu Ji's hand around his neck, tore his skin with his feet, and went straight into the brain.

The footage of last night's fierce battle was all played in his eyes.

After looking around and finding no useful information, he threw people out like garbage.

Seeing this, the companion immediately ran over, only to see a large round hole in the man's neck, and he was dead.

"Does anyone else know?"

"Chu Ji" stepped into the camp where the smoke of gunfire had not cleared, and the fingers hanging down his side split, twisted, and infinitely stretched out scarlet tentacles, and one after another eyeballs bulged out and burst out, staring at everyone present.

They were scared silly.

"Chu Ji" is very annoyed to communicate with these unintelligent creatures, and they are stupid and can't communicate at all.

His deformed body, swollen flesh rushing under his feet like a tide of blood, branching out with a thousand limbs and swooping down on the terrified crowd.

"Forget it, I'll see for myself."

The whole camp, the joy of last night's victory was not over, the spoils of war were still piled up in the center, the bodies of the robbers were dismantled into a pile of broken parts, and no one survived.

The few surviving women who were tied up with ropes and wrapped in the "blood tide" held their heads high, recognizing who the other party was, and no one opened their mouths to reveal the whereabouts of the remaining camps, for fear of exposing them and killing everyone.

This is the bottom line of their solidarity and insistence on being nomads.

I have no intention of recalling the picture of Lin Qiao protecting the child and leaving last night, "Chu Ji" did not kill him, but only ruthlessly penetrated a person's head and absorbed all the memories.

Finding her is the last vestige of obsession on the verge of losing control.

Lin Qiao's car drove back, picked up Gou Bo's wife, and made a detour all the way to the destination.

"Chu Ji" was already a step late in finding the wooden house, and there was only the mess of hurriedly packing up and leaving, and there were traces of Lin Qiao's life mixed in with it, as well as the smell of the twilight people.

He paused for a long time, looking at the tattered pots and pans, the rusty snowmobile, and a rudimentary bed without soft cotton wool.

Lin Qiao would rather survive in such a terrible environment than accept his love, his care, and everything he is willing to give.

Pain, anger, helplessness, and possessiveness turned into extinction, stirring the heart of "Chu Ji", who covered his chest and wanted to pull out his heart in pain.

Lin Qiao didn't close his eyes after driving for two days in a row, and the old man next to him couldn't stand it, so he forcibly drove with her in shifts, and the thirteen or fourteen-year-old children behind him would also drive to help.

Lin Qiao finally couldn't resist the sleepiness, relaxed his body and sat in the co-pilot to rest, and this sleep made a nightmare of crying at the beginning, asking her why she abandoned him.

She was sweating profusely and woke up in pain several times.

In the middle, they found a small tribe to change some oil, and by the way, they told each other about the group of robbers, so that they could pay more attention to the radio and avoid revealing the address, and they stopped and stopped all the way, and it took nearly two months before they arrived at Xinlu's place of residence.

She shed her down jacket and long sleeves from the cold north and replaced them with a black sports tank top and leather boots, and the high heat and mutated animals turned the place into a natural slaughterhouse.

A group of nomads set up a large camp here, and built many wooden houses, which were made of rotten wood from the forest in front of them, and the peripheral security facilities were all high-end products from the wandering city.

The collision of antiquity and technology.

In the middle of nowhere, it looks like a secluded and peaceful town.

The group of them didn't expect that Lin Qiao would really come, or alone.

Xin Lu greeted someone, picked up the child who got off Lin Qiao's car, looked at her good mental state, and sighed: "I really didn't expect him to let you go, how did you do it." ”

Lin Qiao didn't explain too much, and shrugged his shoulders, "Can you arrange a place for us to live?" ”

"Of course, I have many empty rooms in my house." Xin Lu pointed to a person who led the children and the two old men, and led Lin Qiao to walk in alone, looking to the side at a few young strong men beside a tin bucket not far away.

She introduced: "They are the people who helped us escape before, and the whole camp has been checked that there will be no 'eyes' of Chu Ji, and everyone is very friendly, so you can rest assured." ”

林乔冲着他们点了点头，眼神转开后，几个高壮的男孩互相推搡，笑眯眯的都说她漂亮。

(End of chapter)