The two of them rested there for a night. With the air conditioner turned on full blast and the room temperature at 25 degrees, Yu Xifeng started practicing standing meditation again.
Zhang Qiu said, "Are we leaving here?"
Yu Xifeng said, "Well, go north."
Yu Xifeng looked at Zhang Qiu and said, "Before you go, let's go see Old Man Cai again."
Maybe this is the last time.
Zhang Qiu was silent for a moment: "Okay."
Zhang Qiu was driving, and Yu Xifeng was sitting on the sofa, listening to Old Man Cai's narration and Zhang Qiu's notes.
The notes are very detailed and colloquial.
Yu Xifeng could even recall the tone of Old Man Cai's voice.
We arrived at the place very quickly.
The stone tablet is still there, but half of it is buried in the sand.
The wind and sand embedded in it, blurring the words on it.
This may not be a bad thing.
There may be burial objects in a tomb where someone worships. There will always be desperate people who want to try their luck.
Her communication with Old Man Cai was limited.
Most of the time, one taught while the other learned, and they rarely talked about anything else. The total amount of words spoken by the two of them was less than half of what Zhang Qiu talked about.
Trying to find something to say, Yu Xifeng opened his mouth and then closed it again.
She knew what Old Man Cai wanted.
Old Man Cai wanted her to protect Zhang Qiu and stay alive.
She might be able to do it, but she couldn't commit to it.
People change, times change, words only matter in the present, it is better not to say them. Yu Xifeng left Zhang Qiu there.
My dear grandson, there are always some things to say.
Yu Xifeng didn't go over until Zhang Qiu called him.
Zhang Qiu seemed to be in good spirits.
Yu Xifeng walked over, and Zhang Qiu carefully held Yu Xifeng's hand. After a while, they adjusted their fingers to be interlocked.
Zhang Qiu said, "Grandpa, I'm leaving."
The wind and sand rolled, and it seemed like something shook.
Yu Xifeng narrowed his eyes.
They returned to the RV and Yu Xifeng looked up at the top of the mountain.
Before the RV started, someone ran over.
Yu Xifeng recognized it.
The one who ran over was the grandson of Mr. Zeng.
Zeng Lao is about the same age as Old Man Cai, with his neck half buried in the earth.
Yu Xifeng didn't see Mr. Zeng.
Zeng's son, Bie Huzi, died at the hands of Yu Xifeng.
The three generations of the family actually look quite similar and are easy to recognize.
Zeng Deming panted, "You have a motorhome, I, I can take you to the military factory."
"The military factory has canned food, guns and ammunition, and bulletproof helmets. That's what they produce."
Yu Xifeng said: "How do you know the things are still there?"
Zeng Deming saw Yu Xifeng asking, thinking there was a chance, and was overjoyed: "The military factory is a military stronghold, and its location is remote. No one is allowed to get close to it. In extremely cold weather, the mountain is blocked by heavy snow.
The people inside can't get out. The last message they sent was a request for help. Uncle Guan used to work there. Only we can find the way there."
That's not necessarily true.
Xiao Tai had been there.
It’s just that my ability is limited and I didn’t bring out much.
It's easy to imagine that this kind of place is definitely not a small-scale anti-theft door like in the city. Even if all the people are dead, it would be difficult to get in by one person's strength.
Being able to pick up some scraps on the periphery is already very lucky for someone like Xiao Tai.
Until his death, Xiao Tai only had that tattered hunting rifle.
Otherwise, the threat that Xiao Tai can bring will undoubtedly be raised to a higher level.
Zeng Deming said: "I know the key there."
He looked at the RV behind Yu Xifeng, his eyes full of longing.
Zeng Deming happened to be away when he encountered the burnt old ox and had a head-on conflict with Yu Xifeng.
After returning, some died and some were injured.
Zeng Deming always thought that Guan Qingji had encountered a gang.
After arriving in Jiangshan, they fought for water and food.
The fighting never stopped, and Zeng Deming was used to it.
He only knew that his father died at the hands of Yu Xifeng.
But for the sake of this RV, he could tolerate Yu Xifeng.
On a distant hilltop, Guan Qingji was holding a simple telescope and watching the situation here.
Even though he hated Yu Xifeng so much that he wanted to eat him alive,
But he didn't dare to get close to Yu Xifeng.
There's something wrong with Yu Xifeng!
Both of their RVs were scrapped, but there was no corrosion from high temperature on Yu Xifeng's RV. According to Guan Qingji's observation, there was not even a little fine sand on it.
During this period, in order to find food and water, Guan Qingji, along with the doctor and the driver who survived the disaster, walked almost all over the mountains of Jiangshan.
It would be fine if Yu Xifeng was not in Jiangshan.
As soon as the high temperature passed, she and Zhang Qiu came out.
It’s clearly always there!
It would be fine if the two of them hid themselves.
Where on earth was such a large RV hidden so that no one could get out of it?
Even with such high temperature, it doesn't seem to be damaged at all.
Do they have energy?
The tall and burly wolf was still with him.
Guan Qingji adjusted the angle of the gun in his hand.
The crosshairs locked onto Cang Hui, then Zhang Qiu, and finally onto Yu Xifeng's head.
As long as he kills Yu Xifeng, the RV will be his, and the energy will also be his.
As for Yu Xifeng's secret, as long as she becomes dead, he will inherit it sooner or later.
Something unexpected happened.
Yu Xifeng's intuition comes before his eyes and before his sound.
She grabbed Zhang Qiu, pressed him down, and then fell down herself.
A bullet hole appeared where Yu Xifeng had just stood.
The first shot missed, and the second shot followed closely.
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