The sky was just white, but it still looked gloomy. The sun was blocked by the thick clouds. Even the rising sun could not pass through these layers of haze.

The devastated building was filled with smoke, and sporadic artillery fire and gunfire would still sound, and it seemed a little noisy in this city that had become quiet and empty.

A ragged homeless man was carrying a bamboo basket, with a thin face and a stubborn face. He was constantly exploring the broken building with a smooth bamboo stick.

"Crazy--"

The homeless man stepped on the air and a large area of ​​gravel ruins collapsed, revealing an extremely huge deep pit in front of him.

The pit was hundreds of meters in diameter, and it was pitch black and dark below, and I don’t know how deep it was.

Because the gravel ruins more than half a person were blocked by the view, for a moment, the homeless man did not notice such a huge abyss ahead.

He quickly took a few steps back.

However, the collapse of the gravel ruins caused a chain of geological reactions. The roar suddenly sounded, and a large tract of earth in one direction collapsed and penetrated into the bottomless abyss ahead, gradually forming a huge slope.

The homeless man had already run away to an unknown distance.

It was not until the earthwork in that area collapsed and the sound disappeared. The homeless man hesitated for a moment before limping over and his eyes fell down the slope into the abyss.

One thing flashed and red, radiating from the red light attracted the attention of the homeless man.

He rubbed his eyes and found that he read it right.

The homeless man glanced around for a few times, threw down the bamboo stick in his hand, removed the bamboo basket behind him, and then followed the slope and began to try to delve into the abyss.

The slope was extremely steep, and the homeless man was slanted, his hands stuck in the gravel ruins, approaching the red light bit by bit.

Not sure how long the homeless man was already panting and finally arrived at the bottom of the dark abyss. There was groundwater gushing out everywhere. He saw the red light on the dark water surface.

The homeless man rolled up his trouser legs, his feet sank into the water, approaching the red light that flashed from the bottom of the water.

He stretched out his dry and thin hand and tried to catch it at the bottom of the water.

The moment the palm touched the red light, the homeless man felt that hissing seemed to have been cut by something sharp. He immediately withdrew his hand and couldn't help but take a breath.

The fingers are already bleeding.

The thing that shines red light is so sharp!

It's indeed not a common thing.

The homeless man felt that the things he had picked up seemed a little unusual. He quickly tore out a piece of cloth from his arms, then wrapped it around his cut fingers, and then used some soaked books he had found in the ruins and some unknown skin to wrap the thing up.

It turned out to be a reddish head.

The homeless man looked at it a few times, then walked towards the slope, and finally left the abyss bit by bit.

When he arrived at the ruins, the homeless man looked around. He frowned and searched several times, but he didn't find himself carrying a basket and a bamboo stick on the ground before.

"Cang-Cang-Cang-Cang-Cang-"

A familiar voice came into the homeless man's ears. He was stunned for a moment, and then followed the sound and came to a half-destroyed building.

There was blue smoke under the beam and the ground was covered with charcoal. An elderly young man sat there, holding a bamboo stick in his hand and poking the sweet potatoes inside the charcoal. He held a rattle and shook it gently, making a crisp sound. The bamboo basket beside him was the one left by the homeless man in the ruins.

The tramp walked in, his eyes never left the rattle. It took him a long time to swallow, open his lips covered with beard, and say a little hoarsely: "Drum, mine!"

The young man looked up at the homeless man, and his eyes naturally fell on the head of the red spear wrapped in the other party's hand.

He narrowed his eyes, gently shook the rattle in his hand, making a crisp sound, then pointed to the red spear head, and also imitated the other party's tone and said: "Speed ​​head, mine!"

The homeless man was slightly stunned, then glanced at the gun tip in his hand, and then looked at the young man in front of him with a very serious expression.

The intuition told him that the young man was not joking, and the aura emitted by the other party was a bit difficult to mess with and looked a little dangerous.

The homeless man thought about it, put the gun tip in his hand on the ground, and then slid hard to the young man, and said to the young man: "Gun, give it to you. Drum, give it back to me."

The young man seemed a little surprised.

After all, the gun head looked a bit extraordinary. The homeless man in front of him was willing to use this kind of thing for a seemingly useless rattle?

Well, this rattle must be very important to him.

"Next." The young man put away the gun head and threw the drum over.

The homeless man caught it with both hands, checked it carefully, and pulled his sleeves to wipe it carefully.

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After doing all this, the tramp put the rattle in his arms and then planned to turn around and leave.

But the young man behind him pushed away the charcoal fire and smiled faintly and said, "Do you want one of the freshly baked sweet potatoes?"

The homeless man stopped and looked back at the other person.

The young man was blowing, holding a sweet potato in both hands, peeling off the burnt skin, revealing the golden hot flesh inside, like dripping red and yellow magma, steaming and still sucking the sugar heart.

It looks delicious.

The young man was eating sweet food and said, "In Baiyungang today, you probably can't find such delicious food."

The homeless man couldn't help swallowing. He thought for a while and finally sat opposite the young man, then stared at him with his eyes.

"Take it yourself."

With the owner's approval, the homeless man was not afraid of being hot. He directly stretched out his black and thin palms, picked up a scorched sweet potato from the charcoal, and then opened the skin to eat.

The young man watched the homeless man eat slowly, especially his sitting posture and appearance, and he didn't look like a homeless man at all. Muscle memory like this may take a long time to develop.

I guess I had a good family background in the past.

As if he had thought of something, the young man asked with a smile while eating: "The rebels entered the city, the white clouds fell, and all those who could escape were fleeing. Why are you still here?"

The homeless man didn't speak, but the next sentence of the young man made him pause and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Do you want to kill anyone?"

He stopped eating, held the sweet potatoes in both hands, and looked at the young man with a burning look.

"Don't try to attack me." The young man continued to eat sweet potatoes and said lightly: "Follow your instincts, you will die if you take action. Besides, I am not your enemy."

The homeless man paused, looked at the young man, and then continued to chew on the sweet potatoes thoughtfully.

A few minutes later, the sweet potatoes were eaten up, and the homeless man licked the remaining pieces, then sat upright, staring at the young man, trying to communicate: "You, President?"

"President?" The young man thought for a while before guessing what the other party meant. He shook his head and said, "I am not your president, but I should know him."

After all, the other party’s president should be Comrade Lao Yun, the mastermind behind the Avengers Co-Aid Association, and even now I don’t know what’s going on.

Had he followed his advice and prepared to leave Baiyungang, or he had fallen into the hands of some legendary creatures?

He didn't know whether the minister of the External Relations Department was alive or dead.

Gu Xiaoren sat there thinking about things, and the homeless man opposite him gradually fell into silence.

After a long time, the homeless man opened his beard-covered mouth and couldn't help asking: "Can you help and find someone?" He asked almost word by word, with a turbid light flashing in his eyes.

"Looking for someone?" Gu Xiaoren was slightly stunned and asked: "Who is looking for?"

The homeless man heard it and started to flip over his body. He took out a piece of paper, then opened it carefully, and then handed it over tremblingly, with his expression looking nervous.

Gu Xiaoren glanced at the other party, reached out to take it, and his eyes naturally fell on the paper.

It's a portrait.

A young girl is probably four or five years old.

"Are you looking for her?" Gu Xiaoren asked suddenly.

The homeless man nodded, and his expression showed a violent reaction: "Female." He spitted out a word from his mouth, then pointed at himself, stretched out two fingers, and clenched his fists again.

It seems that the tramp's language expression ability has begun to deteriorate because it has not been a long time since he spoke.

But Gu Xiaoren still figured out some things.

In short, it is considered a human-made tragedy, and it should be inseparable from a certain force.

As a member of a certain Avengers, homeless people often assassinate the peripheral organization serving certain forces, probably related to these old past events.

Gu Xiaoren thought for a while, then picked up the piece of paper and began to fold it carefully on his legs.

The homeless man seemed to want to stop him, but Gu Xiaoren just raised his head and glanced at him. The homeless man was slightly stunned as if he was struck by lightning.

Gu Xiaoren ignored him and was still immersed in his work.

In a few minutes, a paper crane with exquisite shape appeared in Gu Xiaoren's hand. He bit his finger and drew a mysterious ritual on the paper crane with blood. Then he signaled the homeless man to come over and directly beat his hand to a knife, scratched the other person's fingers, and dripped the other person's blood on the paper crane.

The paper crane immediately flapped its wings, as if it was about to survive.

Gu Xiaoren initiated the mysterious ceremony, and the paper crane floated in the air, glowing with a blue halo.

Gu Xiaoren pointed to the paper crane and explained: "When you can't fly, a drop of blood will recover as before. With it, it should lead you to find the person you want to find."

Well, the premise is that the other party is not that awesome.

If the other party is now a legendary creature, it is likely that it will not be found.

After the words came, the paper crane flapped its wings and flew towards the distance.

The homeless man widened his eyes and glanced at Gu Xiaoren.

"I haven't kept up." Gu Xiaoren signaled.
To be continued...