At this moment, Gu Jianlin's mood was inexplicably complicated.

Because even his first impression of the so-called degenerate was not very good.

Whether it was Li Changzhi at the beginning or the clown later.

Or maybe these people in the Gravedigger organization, without exception, all have very serious mental problems. Brutality and bloodthirsty are their labels. They are exactly the kind of madmen who are swallowed up by desire and are as cruel as wild beasts.

This made him never think about the Fallen.

In fact, in comparison, Cheng Youyu was even more shocked and confused, because the family education he received since he was a child, and the influence he received since joining the Ether Association, all believe that fallen people are symbols of sin and are extremely dangerous.

But in this shelter, what they felt was pure kindness.

The reason why there is no suspicion of conspiracy is very simple.

Except that Lu Zicheng doesn’t know how to trick people.

Look at what this group of people have become.

What else can they try to do with you?

"Brother, let your companions... be released first."

Wanwan said softly: "Although we can't detoxify them now, they need to get a good rest, otherwise they may be tortured by nightmares in the middle of the night, leaving some sequelae."

Gu Jianlin was stunned for a moment: "Okay, thank you."

Cheng Youyu still had some energy left, so he quickly worked with him to release the two unconscious teammates.

Wanwan trotted all the way and opened a door.

There turned out to be a slightly tidy room, because there were two relatively comfortable beds with mattresses.

There is also a small fan connected to an outdoor power supply.

Nie Xiangsi and Zhang Cheng were placed on the left and right beds respectively, with cold sweat on their faces and frowning.

It seems like I had a nightmare.

"This room is specially used for sick people. They have been poisoned by mental toxins and can only survive on their own before taking the corresponding antidote. But they should all be very powerful sublimators, right? There should be no problem." Wan

Wan squatted on the ground, turned on the outdoor power supply, and then turned on the small fan.

The power supply still has 15% of power left, so I probably wouldn't want to use it normally.

Uncle Sun at the door came pushing a broken wooden wheelchair and placed a handful of white grass on the ground.

This handful of grass was blown by the fan and emitted a strange fragrance.

After Nie Xiangsi and Zhang Cheng inhaled it, their mental state was obviously much better.

After doing all this, Uncle Sun left without saying anything.

Wanwan ran to the rest area again, where there was a water tank taller than her.

She stepped up on the stool lightly, took a whole pot of water, and took a long sip.

I went to the supply store to pick up some firewood and threw it into the cooking stove.

She took out the paper box in her pocket, looked at the few matches, and frowned.

But she still lit a piece of firewood and started a fire to boil water.

Finally, I ran to wash a few clean cups and poured a few glasses of water.

"Brother, give your friends some water."

Wanwan came over with several cups.

Gu Jianlin saw all this and silently took the water glass: "Thank you."

He found that this kettle was rarely used, because most people here drank raw water directly.

Just to take care of them, we boiled water.

"Little sister, are there a shortage of matches here?"

Cheng Youyu hesitated and asked cautiously.

"Well, originally Aunt Shanshan was a heavenly master and could control elemental abilities. But because she often had to take natural grass to suppress distortion, her abilities began to degrade. She barely retained the ability of the water element, which can ensure that everyone drinks

Having clean water can help food be preserved longer. As for making a fire, there are other ways."

Wanwan smiled and said: "I once had an uncle who taught me how to drill wood to make fire."

When Cheng Youyu heard this, he subconsciously touched his pocket, trying to find a lighter.

But I didn’t touch it.

There was an attack tonight and he didn't bring him out.

Gu Jianlin also had many questions to ask, but the little girl pursed her lips, smiled, and ran away again.

After a while, Wanwan and the one-armed woman holding the child came over.

There are three more buns in Wanwan's hand, which are padded with newspapers.

"These are the buns made by Aunt Shanshan. Although they are a bit cold, they are delicious."

Wanwan handed the buns to them: "These are meat buns."

Aunt Shanshan smiled at them, very gently.

Gu Jianlin was stunned and subconsciously took the three buns.

It can be seen that I made it myself. There are a few black spots on the dough and it is a bit hard.

Although it's a bit cold, you can still smell the fragrance.

"Well, we're not hungry..."

Cheng Youyu is actually quite discerning. If everyone else is like this, how can he still eat other people’s food?

Wanwan was stunned, biting her lips, and whispered: "Don't dislike it, the black spots on this bun are not dirt. Although we made it ourselves, it won't be contagious or anything."

Cheng Youyu thought that the girl had misunderstood, so he quickly turned around and asked for help.

Gu Jianlin had already stuffed the bun into his mouth and said calmly: "Thank you, it's delicious."

Cheng Youyu also reacted, quickly took the bun, stuffed it into his mouth, and said vaguely: "Oh, Brother Lin, you are so serious. If you had told me to eat it earlier, I wouldn't have shied away! It's so late at night, I'm starving to death."

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Upon seeing this, Wanwan stuck out her tongue playfully and left with the woman holding the child.

What did they do?

I went to the stove and cooked three potatoes.

Wanwan was squatting on the bench, eating boiled potatoes in small bites, looking very satisfied.

I just glance over here from time to time.

"Brother Lin."

Cheng Youyu felt a little uncomfortable and asked, "Has she seen you?"

Gu Jianlin ate all the buns, stood up and took a drink of water without saying anything.

"Brother Lin, I actually feel that what they said is true. I just observed that the people here seem to be from the association. Those guards have obviously been trained by the association, and there are also those sleeping on the bunks.

, don’t look at them snoring, they are actually alert, many of them sleep in tactical postures.”

Cheng Youyu couldn't help but said: "But, how could it be like this?"

Gu Jianlin stood up: "Just go and ask."

The old man is still keeping vigil for his companions, closing his eyes to rest.

He didn't open his eyes until Gu Jianlin sat in front of him.

"Is something wrong?"

The old man looked at the young man with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.

Gu Jianlin had so many questions that he wanted to ask, and he didn’t know where to start.

"Uncle."

Cheng Youyu was more experienced than him and couldn't help but ask: "Why are you gathering here? In fact, I heard my family say that the natural grass in the super ancient ruins can suppress distortion, but that is to the detriment of oneself.

Human methods. Although you won’t hurt others if you do that, but if you continue like this, you will also..."

He didn't have the heart to say these three words: "I won't live long."

The old man smiled and said: "Because I don't want to hurt anyone, there is no other way."

Cheng Youyu couldn't help but said: "Then why do you want to live in..."

The old man explained: "There is no other place to live. The outside world is covered by deep space and cannot accommodate us. Even if it is a forbidden area, it is all thanks to Minister Lu, the power of the Lu family, and her position

This way, we won’t have to hide in this country. But there are some things that even she, the minister, can’t do anything about. After all, there is a saint in Fengcheng.”

"Before, I had an old friend who was helping me outside, but now something happened to him and I can't contact him."
To be continued...