Chapter 3292: Reappearing 11 Remnant Tigers Yesterday (1/2)

”what!”

Bai Xiaolu couldn't believe it for a while.

It's not that I can't believe that there is such a thing as ”cannibalism” in the world, but I can't believe that the underground people can even eat people?

”Of course they can eat people, and they eat more elegantly and cleverly than the demons in Tombstone Towns like'Butcher' and'Snake Lord'.”

The elder brother sneered, ”If they weren't able to eat people more than us, how could they hide in the underground refuge and enjoy them comfortably, but we have to suffer under the threat of the scorching sun, radiation and mutant beasts?”

Bai Xiaolu was silent, looking at the Wan Zanghai, which was walking in front, his shoulders shrugged, and he felt more and more like a lizard.

”However, this is fine too.”

The elder brother said calmly, ”He treats us as'mules' and'lambs', and we are the same-he can help us share half of the weight, and if necessary, he can kill him to cut meat, which greatly improves our chances of survival. So we are not in a hurry.”

”we……”

Bai Xiaolu said blankly, ”Do you want to eat people?”

”When necessary, of course.”

The brother said, ”This is originally a cannibalistic world. Don't you want to go back to the village alive to save your sister and the children in the village?”

The ugly but immature faces of the younger sister and the children in the village appeared in Bai Xiaolu's heart.

He had strength again, carrying a heavy package, staggering, and walking hard between the Gobi and the desert.

The boy and the boy walked in the direction they thought it was to the west for a day and a night.

During this period, Wan Zanghai talked to Bai Xiaolu many times, asking about his family's situation and life in ”Xin Jinshan”, but Bai Xiaolu faltered over.

Wan Zanghai does not seem to be suspicious--or, for the ”mules” and ”lambs” in his eyes, the true identity does not matter at all. As long as he can carry and eat, the guns and bullets are in Wan Zanghai's hands. Here, he completely controlled the situation.

Perhaps it is in a good mood, but Wan Zanghai said a lot about home and school freely, which made Bai Xiaolu a little more understanding of ”New Golden Mountain”-of course, most of what Wan Zanghai said, Bai Xiaolu It was unheard of, and I was dumbfounded, thinking that it was a fairy-like life.

After a day and night, their physical stamina reached their limit and their spirits were on the verge of collapse.

Although I continued to replenish food and water, I still gradually felt collapsed. Facing the endless desert and Gobi, I was desperate to the extreme.

”Damn it, we probably went the wrong way.”

Wan Zanghai murmured, ”If this is really the west, we walked for a day and a night, no matter what, we should see some unmanned automated outposts, the alliance's'sentinel guns' or something, but now there is nothing, nothing. No!”

Relying on the sun to identify the direction is not feasible.

The edge of the lead cloud on the four sides of the sky is rippling with a touch of **** light, and you can even see pieces of silver city wreckage, appearing in the clouds.

That is a common phenomenon in the mirage, the **** wasteland.

Perhaps they were misled by the mirage a day ago and moved in the opposite direction, which is the no-man's land in the northern part of the wasteland.

Wan Zanghai looked at Bai Xiaolu's eyes, which was getting more and more wrong.

He is about to evaluate the most accurate ”input-output ratio” between the speed at which the White Fawn consumes water and food and how many materials the White Fawn can carry, to calculate when to kill the White Fawn and **** blood and cut meat.

My elder brother is also ready, and can aim at Wan Zanghai’s cerebrovascular for a small ”start” at any time.

But at this time, the boys and teenagers heard a ”rumbling” roar from behind the sand dunes in front.

”Someone?”

Wan Zanghai hurriedly dragged Bai Xiaolu to the ground, motioning him to hide, ”Ha, it's the sound of the engine, and the car!”

In the middle of nowhere, vehicles and gasoline are more precious than life and blood.

It is impossible to walk tens of kilometers in a day with two legs alone, but it is completely different with a car.

”We must get a car.”

Wan Zanghai's eyes were bloodshot in an instant, and he gave a ”hush” to Bai Xiaolu, gesturing for Bai Xiaolu to climb up the sand dune with him to look.

In the sand col ahead, a fierce battle is underway.

More than a dozen motorcycles inlaid with spikes, and three off-road vehicles welded with bulletproof steel plates, went round and round, besieging just one target.

Motorcycles and off-road vehicles are decorated in the Mozu style. Naturally, the people sitting on the vehicles are not regular soldiers, but those gangsters with scorpion armor and feathers.

After seeing clearly who was besieged by these bandits, Bai Xiaolu barely yelled.

Golden tooth boss!

He was not dead yet, but like a wild boar injured and mad, he became more dangerous than before.