There was a fire in the center of the house, and the firewood crackled loudly.

The roars of zombies outside the wall are sometimes very close and sometimes very far away. This is because the zombies come over and then leave again.

There are some zombies passing by here.

The windows of the house were nailed shut with wooden boards, leaving no gaps. This was one of the reasons why the Taoist priest did not find anyone inside the wall.

But precisely because the house was surrounded by nails, the zombies outside did not notice them.

The smoke from the burning firewood drifted toward the steps leading to the second floor.

Although the surroundings of the house were sealed, a space similar to a patio was left above for ventilation, so that they would not suffocate due to lack of oxygen in the sealed house.

Taoist priest Qingyang didn't feel full after finishing the wild fruit in his hand. He just padded his stomach a little to relieve the burning sensation of stomach acid.

He glanced at the people around the fire not far away, and it happened that Sister Lan was also looking at him.

The two people's eyes just met, Qingyang nodded politely, but Sister Lan felt a little guilty for no reason, so she also nodded.

Qingyang closed his eyes, raised his ears, and took a nap.

The people beside the fire not far away were chatting quietly.

"You said what the Taoist priest just said is true?"

"I don't know, who knows, but have you seen the sword in his hand? It seems to be of good quality, should we..."

"Don't make trouble. If he dares to run around alone in the apocalypse, he must have two brushes. Maybe it's a hard board."

"Lao Ma is right, no one who can survive to this day is a simple thing, let alone such a lone wolf-like existence."

"Hey, do you think this person really knows those people in Oil City? They really have helicopters."

"Do you think it's possible? It's not like you didn't see those Wannian people that Mr. Li killed before... Oh, maybe you didn't see it. Huamao, you were on the other side at the time, and I and I

Sister Lan and Brother Niu can see clearly, then Mr. Li is really strong.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Five people came together, and he fucked them down with a bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang down. Really awesome.

How can Mr. Li save people despite his ruthless tactics? Are you kidding me?"

"Listening to what you said, it does make sense. Then this Taoist priest is either lying to others, or the person he met is not from the Oil City."

Sister Lan, who was standing next to her, couldn't stand listening anymore. She turned her head and said to them: "I do think that what this little Taoist said is very likely to be true."

Niu Gao sneered and said: "Sister Lan, you are still a young Taoist priest, so you have taken a fancy to me. Sister Lan just wants the old cow to eat tender grass..."

"Hey, hey, Brother Niu, what you said is wrong, it's the old grass who wants to be eaten by the calf. Quack, quack..."

Snap!

Niu Gao and the younger man suffered from two large sinuses, and looked at Sister Lan with the left side of his face red.

The blush is not because of shyness, but because of being slapped red.

Sister Lan's face was expressionless, but her eyes were as sharp as knives. Under direct gaze, Niu Gao and Niu Gao did not dare to resist, so they obediently lowered their heads and closed their mouths.

There is no way, the leader of these people is Sister Lan, and more importantly, Sister Lan is a very loyal person. If it weren't for Sister Lan, many of them might have died.

Life-saving grace.

Coupled with the fact that Sister Lan is fair in dealing with things, she has a high prestige among their small team and has relatively strong combat effectiveness.

Although he is not very good-looking, he is deeply trusted by people like them.

After going down the two big sinuses, I saw that Niu Gao and his two men were no longer being mean.

Sister Lan whispered: "I think it is possible, there is a reason.

Think about it, we were originally treated as slaves by the motorcycle gangs, how did we come out later? It was Mr. Li and his gang.

Where does the food we eat come from? Don’t you naively think that we work hard and they give us food? Is it really reciprocal?

They could have given us less food, even one-fifth of the current amount. We would still do it, why? Because we would starve to death. But they still gave us so much.

Food is already scarce, and with so many people escaping from the motorcycle gang, the people in Oil City will definitely not be able to feed us.

I think this exchange of labor for food and tasks for food is not only to meet their own needs, but also because they cannot accept all of us.

Having said that, those people in Wannian are really damned. They are so heartless that people in Oil City may have a worse impression of us.

Having said all this, the summary is the same: Although those people in Oil City are ruthless, they are much better than the motorcycle gang.

So they were on the helicopter and rescued the little Taoist priest.

It’s very possible.”

Sister Lan’s analysis.

Everyone pondered for a long time, and they felt that it made sense.

However, the truth depends on the performance of the little Taoist priest the next day.

They took turns on duty as usual, but in addition to being wary of the zombies outside, they would also simultaneously supervise the little Taoist priest sitting by the door.

Qingyang had suffered a lot, so he didn't dare to fall asleep, so he just closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Just now he pricked up his ears and eavesdropped on some content, which gave him a little understanding of the oil city.

However, after all, Sister Lan and the others spoke in a low voice and were a bit far away, so many of the contents were not heard clearly.

However, at least Qingyang understood one thing: there were helicopters in that oil city, and the person who rescued him a few days ago was probably there.

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Time is a bit tight, I can’t finish writing before 12 o’clock, ugh.
Chapter completed!