The End Is Approaching: People In Yingjiang, Crazy Zero Yuan Shopping

169: Compatriots Met In Bangzi Country

"There are zombies outside?!"

Pu Jilan and other stick girls showed eagerness to try.

In their eyes, zombies are just a piece of cake.

"No, it's seven living people."

Xiao Yuan said.

Just unfolding the perception has identified the signals of seven human survivors.

To Xiao Yuan's surprise, Chi Yuan Jieyi, who has no ability, is unusually calm, which Xiao Yuan appreciates.

"Go back first."

Xiao Yuan asked Park Lanji and the others to go back first. Wilson Island had a lot of things recently and manpower was in short supply.

"Yes, master!"

Pu Jilan and the others also knew that Xiao Yuan's matter was the most important thing, even if they returned to their hometown, they had no intention of looking for their relatives.

After all, there is a high probability that they are already dead.

Walk in and wait for them to leave, Xiao Yuan puts away the return to the city array.

The space inside the container is cramped and the smell is unpleasant.

It was an expedient measure for them to place the back-to-city formation here. Since Xiao Yuan came, it was natural to choose a place with a wide view and a comfortable environment to resettle.

"Go and open the door.

Xiao Yuan ordered.

Chi Yuan stepped forward, pressed the thumb of his left hand on the handle of the knife, and pulled the rusty iron bolt with the other hand to open the door of the container.

The door opened.

Xiao Yuan saw seven men with greasy hair, dirty clothes and smelly smell standing outside the door.

Each of these sticks is armed with a weapon.

But it's not a knife for peeling fruit, or a baseball bat.

The best weapon is a young boy with yellow curly hair and a 20cm long fruit knife in his hand.

The yellow-haired stick chirped and quacked a bird's language.

His eyes kept aiming at Chi Yuan Jieyi, and the corners of his mouth were about to drool.

"Boss, he was asking Park Jilan where they went. He also said that this container is not Li Shengli's home, but belongs to him.

"We broke into his house, and according to the rules, we need to compensate him for food."

Chi Yuan Jieyi translated.

Obviously, Park Jilan and others were deceived.

For this result, Xiao Yuan was not surprised.

"Want to eat "々?"

Xiao Yuan stepped forward, revealing an inexplicable smile.

The yellow-haired stick immediately uttered a bird language.

Xiao Yuan didn't need Chi Yuan Jieyi's translation to know that Huangmao Bangzi was probably questioning what Xiao Yuan said.

However, the yellow-haired stick will soon understand.

I saw Xiao Yuan take out a PPK pistol from the space warehouse like a magic trick.

boom

boom

Xiao Yuan shot Huang Maobangzi twice in the foot.

With Xiao Yuan's marksmanship, it's no problem to smash the yellow hair with one shot.

However, he came here to plunder people. In Xiao Yuan's eyes, whether it was yellow hair or other sticks, it was already his slave asset.

Since it is an asset, it cannot be squandered at will.

"ah!!"

Huang Mao immediately fell to his knees, wailing in pain.

All the sticks looked at the weapons in their hands, paring fruit knives, baseball bats. Facing a pistol, how do you fight this?

They immediately turned around and ran.

boom

Xiao Yuan took advantage of the situation and fired a gun into the sky, mockingly said:

"Try running again, I see whether your legs are faster or my bullets are faster,

Chi Yuan Jieyi translated Xiao Yuan's words.

Everyone stopped immediately, and they could go to where they were when they peed.

A stick with acne marks on his face seemed to have a more flexible mind. He threw away his weapon, knelt on the ground with his head in his hands, and spoke a bird's language to his fellow stick.

The other sticks immediately followed his example, put their heads in their hands, and fell to their knees.

Xiao Yuan gave a "tsk", tilted his head and said:

"Chi Yuan, where is the leader of their gathering place?"

Chi Yuan Jieyi was about to translate, but unexpectedly, the stick with acne marks on his face actually said in surprise:

"Brother, I know this. In addition, I am also from Xia, and my name is Li Zhong!"

Xiao Yuan glanced at him, he still had a little impression of this quick-witted stick.

The man with acne marks is ordinary in appearance, and he is the kind that is difficult to find in the crowd.

But Xiao Yuan remembered that when the container door was just opened, he was holding a fruit peeling knife and standing at the edge of the crowd in an extremely wretched manner.

"You are from Xia, but you still want to rob me?"

Xiao Yuan sneered.

From the very beginning, the conversation between Xiao Yuan and Chi Yuan was Xia Guoyu, but Li Zhong, a man with acne marks, never opened his mouth to recognize each other.

He didn't say it early, he didn't say it late, but he waited for Xiao Yuan to nod his head and take control of the situation before he stood up, his character was evident.

"Brother, this is the way things are in this world. If I don't do this, I won't be able to survive. You don't know, I don't dare to let these people find out that I am from the real country, or I will be bullied to death by them."

Li Zhong replied with a mournful face.

Xiao Yuan naturally knows what the end times are like.

But since Li Zhong didn't have the courage to stand up for his compatriots, his ending would be the same as the Bangzi here, and he would be one of this group of Bangzi slaves.

Of course, if he performs outstandingly in the future, Xiao Yuan can't let him be the captain of this group of slaves.

"Tell me about the situation here."

Xiao Yuan said neither salty nor bland.

Afterwards, Li Zhong talked about the general situation of Jichuan Island.

The surviving population of Jichuan Island is about 1,800, and it is now ruled by a gang named Sanhetuan led by a man named Cui Chengxian.

In addition, on the other side of Jichuan Island, there is another group of surviving populations who rely on the military base of Bangzi Kingdom for a living, with a population of about 800.

According to Li Zhong, the two sides had several conflicts before and both wanted to annex each other, but because they didn't have large boats, they died down after several exchanges of fire and turned to staring at each other.

After saying this, Li Zhong took the opportunity to quickly explain what happened to him.

Li Zhong, a resident of a first-tier city in an eastern province of Xia, used to be a fan of a certain idol group.

Before the disaster, Li Zhong came to Jichuan Island to participate in the idol's concert, and then was trapped on Jichuan Island, pretending that he was also a stick to avoid being bullied by sticks who like to cuddle.

In this way, he can only rely on the leftover swill of other people's houses to make food and clothing every day.

It sounds like a very painful experience, but in the last days, personal experiences are very painful.

What's more, this Li Zhong is still a cheater who likes to steal.

Brother, is Xia Guo safe? You were sent by the motherland to pick me up, right?"

Li Zhong asked with a look full of hope.

"You're half right."

Xiao Yuan showed an inexplicable smile, then he casually pointed to a stick and said:

"Chi Yuan, ask him about the weight of the island.

Chi Yuan Jieyi immediately translated it.

The pointed stick answered the question honestly.

"Boss, the situation on Jichuan Island is basically the same."

Chi Yuan replied with a knot.

"Brother, the people of the Xia Kingdom don't lie to the people of the Xia Kingdom. I can still deceive my compatriots when I am away from home!"

Li Zhong laughed a few times, and then wanted to put his hand on Xiao Yuan's shoulder.

Swish——

A cold light flashed.

A sharp samurai sword rested on Li Zhong's neck.

Chi Yuan Jieyi stared at Li Zhong with cold eyes.

Li Zhong laughed dryly and took his hand back. .