Chapter 84: Where is the Dead City?
She only vaguely remembered it now.
It seemed that more than a month ago, when she and her husband went to the train station to pick up her rural mother-in-law who was visiting S City for the first time, the old woman mysteriously gave them some talismans.
She hated feudal superstition and refused it outright.
The old woman folded the two pieces together and forced them on her husband. However, her husband had been educated in atheism for decades, so he naturally refused to accept them.
Finally, the old woman got some thread and cloth from somewhere and made two small cloth bags, which she hung around her husband and son's necks in a tantrum.
After the success, she jumped away in a daze. She didn't know what the hell this thing was for. But as long as it didn't get on her, she didn't care and just kept it.
I didn’t expect that you would become a treasure today?
As soon as the yellow talisman was revealed, the eyes of the man in the black hat, who had originally lacked interest, suddenly lit up and he snatched the yellow talisman.
He wrapped the cloth bag carefully and excitedly and put it in his arms.
The woman's hands were empty, and her face was blank for a moment: "You?"
The man in the black hat glanced at her sideways, his lips curled up in disdain: "Your husband only said that he would bring his son back safely, but not you. If you want him to return safely and unharmed, then this talisman is your reward."
As soon as these words came out, the woman's face suddenly turned pale, and she was at a loss as if she had been struck by lightning. After being stunned for a moment, she sat back down beside her crying son with trembling lips, her hands clenched tightly.
But she no longer cared about her son who was crying out of breath.
However, at the moment when the talisman paper was revealed, Liu Yu's eyes caught a hint of yellow, and she reacted very quickly and glanced at Zhuang Moxing.
Zhuang Moxing paused while wiping the black sword, and immediately resumed his original wiping frequency.
But from the look in his hand, Liu Yu could see clearly that the talisman paper was indeed from his hand, but no one knew when it leaked out.
At this moment, Zhuang Moxing closed his eyes slightly, and the image of the old man who enthusiastically gave him the dried bamboo shoots appeared in front of him.
A low sigh escaped his lips.
The man who first brought up the topic saw the man in the black hat put the talisman paper into his pocket and glanced at it obscurely. An inexplicable emotion flashed in his eyes and he returned to his original seat.
The man in the black hat was in a very good mood, holding the cloth bag in his chest pocket, and sat down on the sofa against the wall with satisfaction.
His eyes followed his sight to the group of people opposite, and then he remembered his previous thoughts. The corners of his mouth moved, and he looked at the group of old, weak, sick and disabled dogs that had gathered from some unknown corner.
Huh? And a dog? What a strange bunch.
"This road goes in one direction. Did you escape from the 'Dead City'?"
Originally, everyone was wary and had no intention of talking to the man in the black hat, but when they heard the word "Dead City", everyone's attention was focused.
Li Guangzong's stomach was bulging, and he was still chewing a dry biscuit in his mouth. He was trying hard to pretend when he heard these two words and couldn't help but feel curious.
He turned his head to look at Xu Yang and then at Liu Yu, and found that although no one responded, their ears were perked up, wanting to listen.
His eyes wandered for a few times, and he finally spoke at the last second when the man in the black hat ran out of patience.
"What dead city are you talking about?"
A dozen men here bit into the bread that was uniformly made at the base and laughed out loud in a strange way.
The man who had previously banged the gun on the door drooped his eyelids and laughed mockingly, "You don't even know what the Dead City is? It's the old S City! You guys aren't really from there, are you?"
Li Guangzong had been tricked and scammed so many times that he had learned some lessons. He did not answer directly at the moment, but changed the question he wanted to know and continued to ask.
"You just said you were here to rescue people, so are you government troops?"
The man raised his drooping eyelids and glanced at him for a second, and couldn't help but uttered "Ha", as if he found it ridiculous, but then he reacted.
"I guess so, but our main team is in City B. We are all put together temporarily and are all scattered soldiers."
Li Guangzong couldn't help but feel excited when he heard that they were actually soldiers. Chinese people have a natural trust in soldiers. "They belong to our own army!"
Seeing that Li Guangzong was taking the initiative to help him fix the loophole, the man looked at him strangely and nodded perfunctorily.
"I guess so. We're just mercenaries. If we can't contact the organization, we'll just take on some business ourselves and earn some food. We can provide humanitarian assistance and support ourselves at the same time."
Finally, he turned around and looked at the man in the black hat and smiled knowingly: "Right, big brother!"
A dark light flashed in the man's eyes, and he showed an inexplicable smile: "Yes."
Li Guangzong grinned and poked Xu Yang's waist, looking very proud, as if to say, "I got the real deal this time!"
Xu Yang looked at him out of the corner of his eyes, ignored him, finished the dry biscuit in his hand in a few bites, and turned around to organize the miscellaneous items in his backpack.
The atmosphere of the conversation gradually became lively, and people started to talk nonsense about everything.
The group of black-hat men realized that there were no aggressive psychics among Liu Yu and his group, and most of them were ordinary people.
But they didn't look too messy and seemed to have eaten well, so he gradually became convinced of his thoughts.
The atmosphere beneath the surface was turbulent. Finally, his gaze lingered on the black sword that Zhuang Moxing was wiping. After assessing the threat index, he smiled contemptuously.
This move of his is absolutely sure to succeed. What’s a cold weapon?
The gun is fast at a distance of ten meters, but stable and fast within ten meters!
Then he gave a look, and the dozen or so men who were chatting casually around him immediately turned the direction of their guns and aimed at the left side of the hall.
After suppressing his desire and chatting with these losers for such a long time, the man in the black hat had become impatient and finally asked the last question in a calm voice.
"I noticed you guys before it got dark. Your car is nice, I like it! But there are only three of ours parked outside now. Where's yours?"
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