Puppet Master of Wasteland 2

The things in the original body's house seem messy, but they are actually materials and tools related to repairing things and making dolls. Most of the clothes are for warmth but not for appearance.

Luo Chen put on... what could barely be called clothes, but was actually a large coat roughly sewn together with several pieces of thick cotton cloth. He opened the thick iron door and suddenly saw the sunlight from the darkness. He subconsciously squinted his eyes.

The cold wind is howling.

Luo Chen imitated his original body's memory, stomped his feet, and exhaled a breath of hot air.

Luo Chen hasn't felt this kind of feeling for a long time. People who practice Taoism will not be affected by the outside world. Unless it is the cold attribute of the natural treasures themselves, he will feel a hint of coldness that he has not felt for a long time.

Wan Kongjing was so heartbroken.

Luo Chen chuckled in his sea of consciousness and said, "Isn't this kind of experience more interesting?"

He has been away from the world for too long.

It's no wonder that his cultivation went smoothly all the way, but when he was just one step away from becoming a god, something went wrong. This is compared to other people who can't even touch the long path to becoming an immortal.

He is lucky enough.

Wan Kongjing asked, "Master, are you going to look for that child next?"

Luo Chen nodded.

He wrapped his coat tightly and walked forward against the cold wind.

Pingyun Base is an old base that has been established for ten years. Compared with the three major bases, although Pingyun Base is not as strong, the fees charged for entering the city and the admission qualification fees are the most cost-effective.

Compared with other small bases that are not of high quality, Pingyun Base is almost the top priority for the lower-class people. At least it is safer than those bases that may be destroyed at any time.

A small base has its advantages.

For a small fee, they can allow highly polluting people to enter.

Pingyun Base is divided into three major areas.

The innermost circle is where the powerful or those with strong abilities live and move around, so the environment, facilities, and protection should be stricter.

The middle circle is where middle-class people live and move around.

The outermost circle has slightly worse surrounding environment and facilities. It is where the lower class people and those who can barely make ends meet like the original owner live.

There are two gates at the front and back of the base.

The front door is where bigwigs gather, and the shops on both sides are more upscale. People from the lower classes rarely come here. The back door is older and more chaotic, with people setting up stalls, trading, and fighting all the time.

Most people won't go to the security team to make trouble, for fear of being kicked out.

The house where the original owner lived was not actually a shop, but its price for repairing things was cheap, so it gradually spread.

Sometimes I was lucky and could take several orders in a day. I could exchange the grain for meat, and then slowly fry it on a small coal stove. Except for the lack of wine, the day was actually very satisfying.

Not long after Luo Chen walked forward, he saw the child at the gate of the base.

Unlike before the apocalypse, the children in the lower city are no longer spoiled by their parents. They also need to work to earn food on weekdays. Even if it is just a little bit, it can help share some of the pressure on the family.

In this doomsday, it is already quite difficult to survive.

There were more than a dozen children squatting at the city gate, each of them as thin as a bean sprout. The thinnest ones even looked like skin and bones.

The child that the original body had promised to take care of looked thinner than all the other children because he had no arms. His thin clothes could not withstand the cold wind. In addition, he had to find ways to work to earn food, so there was no place to hide from the wind.

The child, who was obviously twelve years old, acted like a seven or eight-year-old, shivering in the wind, sniffing hard and looking at the people coming and going outside the city gate.

Although these children are young, they have developed good eyesight after doing this job for a long time. They can recognize at a glance who lives in the city and who has just arrived here.

These newcomers most need a guide to introduce the situation in the city. Apart from those who specialize in this field, these children are the most informed about any changes happening in the city.

Suddenly, several people got out of the car.

These children were like little wolves that had been hungry for several days. They suddenly rushed forward in a swarm, and finally stopped at the perfect distance. They rushed to each other and said, "Choose me. I know everything about this city."

Because the child was missing an arm, his body balance was worse than that of the other children. He was unable to squeeze in in time and had to watch those people randomly pick out a child they liked and leave.

The other children lowered their heads in disappointment and returned to the city gate.

The child did the same, walking slowly forward with his head down. He hadn't eaten all day and his stomach was growling with hunger. In the afternoon, he had to go home to help Mr. Ding look after the house.

Although Mr. Ding never needed it.

But he always remembered that in that cold, snowy weather, he felt his body gradually getting cold, and the blood slowly flowed down his arms, dyeing the snow red.

Very light footsteps came towards him.

He struggled to open his heavy eyelids and saw the man who everyone called a weirdo. He looked at him with extremely cold and gloomy eyes, as if he was judging which piece of meat was more delicious.

He was terrified, but he also realized that he was actually about to die, and there was no point in being afraid at this moment.

He wanted very much... to be alive.

The weirdo left again.

He didn't know whether to be relieved or feel more scared. As his body gradually grew colder, he heard the footsteps approaching again, followed by the smell of medicine.

The strange man bandaged his wounds and threw down enough food for him to eat for two days.

He survived and built a house next to the weirdo's house using picked up wood and bricks. It looked a bit like a doghouse and it was almost impossible to turn around once you got inside.

But he was still very happy.

Mr. Ding, who was called a weirdo by everyone, never paid any attention to him, but he still couldn't control his desire to get close to Mr. Ding. Every time he saw Mr. Ding walking back to the house without looking around, his bright eyes dimmed instantly.

But he still wanted to get close to Mr. Ding.

The other party was the only one who gave him a helping hand.

The little boy continued to walk forward, his empty sleeves fluttering in the wind, and the cuffs were tied with knots to prevent the wind from blowing in.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a pair of familiar shoes stopped in front of him. The little boy raised his head in confusion and surprise, and was shocked to see Mr. Ding, who was so pale that he looked like a bloodless man with a gloomy and weird temperament.

The little boy's eyes suddenly lit up, and he ran over eagerly, then hesitated and stopped. In a cautious tone that he himself didn't realize was there, he asked, "Mr. Ding, are you going out of town, or are you coming to the trading area to buy something? I'll take you there!"

He quickly added, "No, it's free."

Mr. Ding continued to stare at the little boy with a gloomy look. His voice was a little hoarse because he rarely spoke, and it had a cold quality to it. He sounded extremely difficult to get along with. "Do you know where Liu San is?"

Liu San?

Several people named Liu San flashed through the boy's mind, and he quickly locked onto the one-eyed Liu San who lived across from Mr. Ding. "Is that the one-eyed Liu San? He went out of town with a few hunting teams this morning to look for resources."

According to past experience, it will take at least two days for him to come back.

Luo Chen turned around and left after hearing that. Suddenly, he turned back to look at the little boy who was standing there in a daze, "Why aren't you leaving yet?"

His tone was as cold as before, but less impatient.

The little boy was stunned, and the extinguished light in his eyes suddenly lit up, as if he saw the most incredible and beautiful scene in his dream finally come true, and he walked over with steps as if he was walking on clouds.

A big and a small person shuttled through the crowd, and the surrounding noise seemed to be isolated.

The little boy's heart was pounding. He didn't know why Mr. Ding suddenly took the initiative to talk to him today, but he was still very happy and wanted to jump several times on the spot.

But he was afraid that Mr. Ding would be angry, so he endured it.

When he returned to Mr. Ding's door, his mouth was about to split open with laughter. He took the initiative to crawl into the small nest he had built and mustered up the courage to say goodbye to Mr. Ding.

Luo Chen sighed softly in his heart and turned sideways: "Come in."

The little boy was completely stunned.

Am I dreaming today? I actually had two beautiful dreams in a row.

He looked down at his worn clothes and muddy shoes with his toes exposed, and a feeling of inferiority suddenly washed over him: "No, no need."

Luo Chen saw this and said, "Just come into the house and help me pack my things."

When the little boy heard this, he immediately crawled out of his den, scraped the mud off the soles of his shoes with a stone, wiped the soles with a rag from the roadside, and then followed Luo Chen into the house.

Even with the lights on, the room still looked dim and crowded.

But for the little boy, it is the house that is now out of his reach. It is warm and safe. It will not be blown away or crushed by the wind and snow, nor will it be blown in by the cold wind and wake him up from his sleep every time.

Especially - there are a lot of tools and materials here.

It looks particularly powerful.

Luo Chen pointed to the area around him that was not heavy but messy, and said, "Pack these things up."

The little boy picked it up immediately.

Luo Chen took this opportunity to go to the small kitchen that was specially opened to start cooking porridge, and put a salted duck egg in it.

The gurgling sound is particularly clear in the quiet space.

The little boy packed his things with one hand without slowing down at all. He smelled the rich aroma of porridge, and his empty stomach seemed to be growling again.

The little boy suppressed his hunger and packed his things quickly.

This way you can get out earlier.

After he finished packing, he wiped the sweat from his forehead with a feeling of relief and said, "Mr. Ding, I'll be leaving then?"

"etc."

The little boy turned around, confused. Mr. Ding seemed to be carrying something and came over. He put the bowl and chopsticks on the table and said, "Eat."

There were two bowls on the table, one large and one small, both filled with thick porridge mixed with salted duck egg yolks, which looked particularly fragrant.

The little boy's stomach growled even louder. He tried to take his eyes off the delicious porridge and took a few steps back. "No, no need."

He has always wanted to repay Mr. Ding and has never thought of taking advantage of Mr. Ding.

Mr. Ding turned his head away, his face as gloomy as ever. This was also the reason why the children around him were most afraid of Mr. Ding. There were always rumors that Mr. Ding was a pervert who liked to dismember corpses.

It is said that those dolls that are so exquisite that they look like real people are actually made from real corpses.

But the little boy never believed it.

Otherwise, why would Mr. Ding bandage his wound that day?

Luo Chen pointed at the table and said briefly, "Sit down and eat. From now on, you will be responsible for cleaning the house, and I will take care of your two meals a day."

The little boy's eyes lit up, and he quickly said, "Don't worry about the food. I'm willing to help Mr. Ding clean up every day."

Mr. Ding looked impatient, and seemed to be even more gloomy and intimidating. "Eat! Don't make me say it again."

The little boy was startled and instinctively wanted to run away, but Mr. Ding was still sitting there, no longer looking at him. Instead, he lowered his head and concentrated on eating.

The sound of drinking porridge was constantly irritating his stomach, and the cramps seemed to be getting even more painful.

The little boy hesitated for a long time. His desire to drink porridge and his desire to get close to Mr. Ding overwhelmed his fear of Mr. Ding, and he slowly walked forward.

Mr. Ding raised his head and glanced at him, then handed him the spoon. "Eat quickly, you still have work to do later."

The little boy was stunned, his eyes slowly moved to the porridge, he swallowed, and carefully scooped a spoonful. The rich taste was just as delicious as he imagined.

The little boy glanced at Mr. Ding cautiously again. Mr. Ding was slightly hunched over and was concentrating on eating. He looked nonchalant and didn't seem to be paying any attention to him.

The little boy finally let go of his inexplicable nervousness and quickly buried his head in his food, slurping it up.

Mr. Ding raised his head, and his face, which should have been gloomy, was gentle with a smile. When the little boy subconsciously raised his head again, Mr. Ding's expression changed back to gloomy. "Why are you eating so fast? Eat slowly."

The little boy nodded obediently, drank his porridge, and tears fell into the bowl drop by drop.

This was the first time he had eaten such delicious porridge.

Mr. Ding is really a good person.

Thank you for the landmines from the two lovely little angels. Love you.

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