A post-apocalyptic village, if this place can even be called a village.

Song Lufeng stood in the center of the village, looking around.

Several thatched huts were leaning here and there, and the shelters made of animal skins and rattan arbitrarily gave off a foul odor. The ground was covered with damp soil and dry grass.

The air was filled with the smell of corruption and blood, and the villagers' lifestyle was completely disconnected from modern civilization.

The villagers gathered around.

They were wearing ragged animal skin clothes and had almost no shoes on their feet. Some of them leaned on wooden sticks, and some held crude stone spears.

There was vigilance, curiosity, and a little desire in his eyes.

A young man looked at Song Lufeng and whispered to the person next to him:

"Who are they? They don't look like people from our village."

"Look at what they're wearing!"

An older woman lowered her voice, her tone full of envy.

"It's so clean, there's not even a speck of mud!"

"I'm afraid it's a monster."

The old woman next to her muttered something in Sichuan dialect, and the broken basket in her hands turned white from being squeezed.

"Have you ever seen a monster with such a big iron monster?"

A strong man stared at the direction of the mecha and swallowed his saliva.

"What is that? It looks scary!"

Their eyes kept drifting to the armored vehicles and mechas behind Song Lufeng, their eyes filled with shock.

"Don't talk nonsense!"

The other middle-aged man lowered his voice, but his eyes were also fixed on the mecha, with a complicated expression on his face.

"I'm afraid this thing will bite people."

Song Lufeng stood straight, with no emotion visible on his face.

He glanced at the group of people and asked in a low voice: "Is this where you live?"

The villagers looked at each other, and no one answered.

After a few seconds, an older man finally spoke, his voice cautious:

"Yeah. We live here... Where are you from?"

Song Lufeng said calmly, "Xuanwu Base."

"Xuanwu Base?"

The man was stunned, his face blank.

“Never heard of it.”

He turned around to look at the people behind him, muttered a few words, then turned back and shook his head.

"you……"

A strong young man suddenly plucked up his courage, pointed at the mecha behind Song Lufeng, and asked tentatively, "

What are these things you brought?"

"Is it an iron monster?"

A young man couldn't help but answer, with some fear in his tone.

"They don't hurt anyone unless someone attacks us first."

Although Song Lufeng's tone was a little cold, it was filled with emotion.

He could not remain indifferent towards his compatriots.

The villagers were silent for a few seconds.

Then, there was another round of whispering.

"These things are really amazing..."

A young woman couldn't help but murmur,

"Our stone knives won't even be able to make a scratch if they hit this."

Suddenly, a noise came from the other end of the village.

"Here they come! Get out of the way!"

Several men came over panting, carrying a heavy object.

It's the refrigerator.

The big refrigerator was placed steadily in the center of the village, and the surrounding villagers immediately gathered around.

"Come and look! This is the treasure they brought!"

A man waved excitedly, calling out to other villagers.

"What is this thing?"

A child stood on tiptoe with eyes wide open to see what the refrigerator looked like.

"I touched it, it's so cool outside!"

A man pointed at the refrigerator and spoke excitedly.

"It's really cold like snow!"

"What's in there?"

Another young man couldn't help but ask, his eyes shining,

"I just saw something from a distance that looked like meat!"

Someone reached out and touched the outer shell of the refrigerator.

"It's so cool! What's with this iron box? Is it frozen inside?"

The man withdrew his hand, his face full of disbelief.

"Hey, open it and see what's inside!"

a young woman shouted.

Song Lufeng didn't say anything, he just walked forward, pressed lightly with his palm, and opened the refrigerator door.

A gust of cold air hit my face.

The refrigerator was neatly filled with mineral water, drinks, frozen fish, a few ginseng roots and packaged cordyceps.

The eyes of the surrounding villagers widened instantly, as if they were struck by some miracle.

"Oh My God!"

A middle-aged man exclaimed,

"There's real meat inside! What's this thing with scales all over it?"

"What is this... this white water?"

A child pointed at the mineral water, his voice trembling.

"That's water!"

The woman next to him reached out and picked up a bottle, staring at it for a long time, muttering,

"Such clean water..."

"There's still so much meat!"

A man pointed at the freezer on the bottom shelf of the refrigerator, his eyes filled with shock.

"Where did you bring it from?"

"Is it a god?"

Another old man stared at the cold air coming out of the refrigerator with his eyes wide open.

"We've never heard of this kind of treasure before."

The villagers' attitude changed instantly.

They were just looking at Song Lufeng and his group warily, but now they were crowding around the refrigerator, stretching their necks and looking at them curiously.

Someone touched the refrigerator door and sighed:

"This thing is definitely stronger than the straw hut we live in!"

A little girl secretly tugged at her mother's clothes and whispered:

"Are they gods? Otherwise, how could they bring such a treasure?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, this water, this meat...only gods can afford it!"

A man swallowed his saliva, his face full of envy.

"We chew tree roots every day, the difference is huge."

Song Lufeng stood next to the refrigerator, watching everything calmly.

"White Tiger Base," he said, his voice deep and powerful. "Do you know where it is?"

The crowd quieted down instantly.

Several villagers looked at each other, and then someone shook his head: "I've never heard of the White Tiger Base."

"But... there is a white tiger demon in the forest." A man whispered, with uneasiness in his tone.

"White Tiger Demon?" Song Lufeng frowned, his eyes becoming increasingly cold.

"Yes!" The man nodded repeatedly.

"It's in the middle of the forest and has swallowed many people!"

"I'm afraid you'll have to deal with these iron monsters you brought with you, right?"

the other woman asked cautiously.

Song Lufeng did not answer, but said in a cold voice:

"Take us to the location of the White Tiger Demon."