Hu Ling stood up with a thud, and left with He Xiaobei and Eighth Senior Brother with a strange and regretful look:

"Why haven't you sold it yet? What triggered his rebellious mentality?"

"Maybe they saw that we were not ordinary people and didn't dare to sell us products without any quality assurance."

After hearing what He Xiaobei said, Hu Ling nodded in agreement, and then the three of them continued to wander around for a while before finding a place to camp.

People who stay temporarily in the camp need to pay a little bit of supplies.

But they didn't ask for much. The three of them only paid for a piece of compressed biscuit, which was paid by He Xiaobei.

He Xiaobei still did not eat with Hu Ling and the others, but continued to cook two packets of instant noodles.

The camp was quite lively, and there was even a hint of smoke rising from the kitchen during dinner.

He Xiaobei was cooking instant noodles and looking around at the people around him. Everyone was eating a variety of food.

Black cakes, strange root-shaped things, and boiled grass.

There are even people who skin rats, because they are the only ones who eat the best food.

After seeing this, He Xiaobei can now eat without changing his expression.

Hu Ling and her friends had dumpling soup again for dinner, and she was a little curious:

"Don't you have anything else to eat?"

Hu Ling was cooking very seriously, and the eighth brother took over the conversation:

"No, now we only have flour left. We also grew some vegetables and dried them in a place before, and we also caught some animals, but we've run out of them recently."

He Xiaobei looked at their bland food, smuggled out a bag of salt and a small bag of rice from his backpack, and handed them to his eighth senior brother.

Eighth Senior Brother took them directly without any hesitation, and then handed them to Hu Ling.

Hu Ling was equally unceremonious. She opened the salt package and sprinkled a little into the pot, saying aggrievedly:

"Oh, it finally tastes good, woooo ...

He Xiaobei likes this feeling.

She was actually disgusted by the people who pushed and shoved. Now, being able to give things to others meant that she had enough supplies.

It’s interesting to say, He Xiaobei observed for a long time.

It was discovered that no matter whether it was a more ferocious team or one that looked well-disciplined, they were all being watched.

There were only three of them. The others just looked at them for a while and then looked away.

This is not only because of the Desert Eagle hanging on the side of He Xiaobei's backpack, but also because the characteristics of their three people are extremely obvious.

He Xiaobei sighed, saying that the identity of a mentally ill person is quite useful when going out!

As a normal person, you can judge his purpose and even guess what they are going to do next.

But the mentally ill don’t know this, especially those who are holding guns.

Maybe if you look at him a few more times, he will point the gun at you.

After dinner, the three of them felt it was still early, so they gathered together to watch the fun.

So He Xiaobei discovered that Hu Ling and she had a big thing in common, which was that they were both lustful.

The two saw a tall, long-legged man wearing overalls passing by them.

The two of them stared at the other person's legs, unable to move away at all.

They all wiped the corners of their mouths.

Their action was also seen by a group of people not far away.

After a while, a thin and handsome man walked towards them.

Under the gaze of the three people and the cat, the man near them flicked his hair pretentiously, and then suddenly fell to the ground.

He Xiaobei and Hu Ling both shrank their necks and their eyes suddenly widened.

Hu Ling even stretched out her hand to block He Xiaobei's eyes:

"Little Fairy Miaomiao, please close your eyes! This little demon is actually trying to use magic on us."

He Xiaobei pushed Hu Ling's hand away and said calmly:

"Tsk tsk, Taoist Master Hu, don't panic. This little demon's subtle magic has no effect on me at all. Could it be that Taoist Master has been bewitched?"

Hu Ling withdrew her hand awkwardly, then waved her whisk at her.

The whisk has been cleaned by He Xiaobei and is no longer as dirty as before.

Now that it's in this position, it does have a bit of a fairy-like feel:

"How is it possible? I, an old Taoist priest, have a heart as steady as a rock and a firm faith in the Dao. How could I be bewitched by such a lowly demon?"

Eighth Senior Brother glanced at the two of them:

"But when that long-legged overalls guy passed by just now, you two didn't have that attitude."

"Hey, Eighth Senior Brother, how can this little demon be compared with that thousand-year-old leg demon?"

"That's right, my disciple. The monster just now has been practicing Taoism for at least a thousand years. I don't know how many times stronger it is than this little monster. They can't be compared. They can't be compared."

The thin man fell to the ground. Seeing that the three people in front of him were completely indifferent, he gritted his teeth, reached out his hand and pinched his thigh hard.

Then he raised his face and looked at the two of them. His eyes seemed to be filled with tears and misty:

"Two sisters, can you help me up? I fell and it hurts a bit."

He Xiaobei was afraid that Hu Ling would really go to help, so he quickly spoke out to stop her:

"Wait a minute, Taoist priest. You must not save a man who falls in front of you. It's all said in the novel. If you save such a man, he will bring disaster. Either the whole village will be massacred, or you will be killed."

Hu Ling nodded repeatedly in agreement and said viciously:

"Yeah, I can't save him, or else a lot of shit will happen, (╬▔皿▔)凸."

The man on the ground saw that the two men were indifferent and started talking in front of him, so he turned his head directly to the eighth senior brother.

He Xiaobei and Hu Ling stopped talking instantly, their eyes lit up.

His head kept turning back and forth between the man on the ground and Eighth Senior Brother.

The boy's eyes were blurred with tears, and his voice was soft and sweet:

"Good brother, can you help me up? I'm injured. I see you're wearing a white coat, so you must be a doctor. Can you help me take a look at my wound?"

He Xiaobei excitedly tugged at Hu Ling's arm:

"Oh, Master Hu, I didn't expect this little demon to be so attractive to both men and women. I wonder if Eighth Senior Brother can handle it?"

"Oh, fairy Miaomiao, it's okay. If Eighth Senior Brother can't handle it, then... that would be really exciting."

Eighth Senior Brother rolled his eyes at the two of them and turned around with a changed expression.

He looked at the man on the ground with a sick and crazy look:

"Really? Can I cure you? Although I'm a doctor, I'm a psychiatrist. If I want to treat you, I have to pry open your skull first."

After saying this, he acted as if he was really going to hit someone on the head, and he took out a wrench from his backpack and held it in his hand.

He Xiaobei was completely stunned (′▽｀).

This eighth senior brother has thick eyebrows and big eyes and looks very gentle. He is usually cheerful.

This is so weird to act out?

Do you want to lift someone's skull as soon as you open your mouth?

So she changed the name of the Eighth Senior Brother again, removing the "Master" from the name and changing it to "Eighth Xiong".