No high-level chosen person's body looks like it can be blown down by a gust of wind.
The disappointed vendor smiled and stopped talking. He just sat down on the small stool behind the stall in a daze and stopped looking at Qi Lin and Qi Lin.
In the street vendor's opinion, maybe this frail man has relatives in the mountains?
Or maybe his father or something was a big leader before the disaster?
That's why there were people waiting for him on that mountain.
The street vendor has seen no less than twenty people like this this month!
He looked at Qi Lin's thin figure heading to the snack street with her children and sighed: "In this world, rank is everything! Relatives and leaders?"
"It's all gone."
"It's just a little strange. The child's clothes are a little thin. Isn't he cold?"
"Hiss, I'm so cold, I can't resist it."
The atmosphere in the snack street is very warm.
There are also many people.
Because there are always some people who like to take advantage and eat like crazy here.
Interestingly, the armed officers patrolling back and forth did not drive them away.
Only when conflicts broke out among the crowd would they come to maintain order.
Every time Qi Lin walked to a stall, he would stop, lower his head and ask Xiang Xiaodi: "Would you like to try it?"
The child is indeed very sensible. For fear of wasting Qi Lin's time, he always shook his head, raised an untouched marshmallow with a joyful expression and said happily: "That's good, uncle!"
Qi Lin also gave a rare smile, then took out two packs of cigarettes through the space ring in his cloak and threw them in front of the stall, then picked up various snacks and stuffed them for the children.
"Eat more, maybe you won't be able to eat anymore."
Although the child didn't understand what it meant, he didn't explore it too much.
Because in the child's mind, although his uncle is a bit weird, he is a good person.
At this moment, a report from the ghost boss came from Qi Lin's soul link: "Master, the Death Archer team of Xinhua School District is also ready."
Before Qi Lin could reply, a message came from the soul link at the same time. Lao Jiu, who led 70 silver-level ghosts up the mountain to control, reported: "Master, the control up and down the Shushan Mountain has been completed, and the second team of death archers is also ready."
"Master, I think they are so weak. Lao Jiu can kill everyone on the mountain alone!"
Qi Lin did not reply to Lao Jiu, but continued to lead the child in front of the food stall, repeatedly placing cigarettes and handing snacks to the child.
The strange behavior attracted the attention of countless vendors and survivors nearby.
Some of them looked envious, envious of Qi Lin's wealth.
Some people rolled their eyes, thinking about what good things they could get out of Qi Lin's arms.
The armed patrol officers subconsciously tightened their guns, feeling something was wrong.
None of the survivors who have survived to this day would show off their wealth like this.
That will bring unnecessary trouble to yourself, unless this person.
"Uncle, I can't take it anymore!"
Qi Lin looked down. At this moment, Xiao Di was holding a lot of various snacks and looking up at her head looking funny.
Well, I really can’t let it go.
Qi Lin then stopped making the atmosphere lively around him and became a bit low-pitched. He led the child towards Shushan High School.
As the initial starting point, Qi Lin was a little uncomfortable with the beautiful gardens of Shushan High School.
It doesn't smell as good as corpse stench.
Qi Lin raised his eyebrows and led the child quickly away from the garden path.
After leaving the garden, the statue of the bronze-bone warrior looked so conspicuous and majestic under the surrounding spotlights.
A tear-jerking movie about family was playing on the screen.
The audience in the audience burst into tears and sobbed one after another, as if they were thinking of their families.
Maybe it was because the anger in his heart was rushing to the top of his head, or maybe Qi Lin felt a little tired because his physical constitution had dropped to 0.5.
He wanted to lead the child to sit down somewhere.
Let the kids watch a movie and have a nice dinner.
And he needs to rest and think carefully about whether the words whispered by the devil are valuable.
The survivor who had just arrived wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and crossed his hands at Qi Lin who was sitting next to him: "Praise the Lord of the Palace!"
Qi Lin, who was thinking a lot in his mind, nodded in response and glanced irritably at the crowd of people watching the movie.
According to reports from the ghosts, this is one of the entertainment activities officially organized by the Palace of the Past.
The staff responsible for broadcasting can receive a salary of twenty contribution points.
This contribution point is sponsored by the Palace of Purity and can be regarded as a public benefit that enhances people's sense of happiness and belonging.
Twenty contribution points can be exchanged for enough supplies for one person to live for a month.
At this moment, the survivor who feels that he belongs to the Palace of the Past, does not know that the people around him only need a thought, and everything will be reduced to scorched earth.
"Hey! Man!" The survivor enthusiastically shared the potato chips in his hand with Qi Lin.
The latter glanced and replied hoarsely: "Thank you, I'm not hungry."
The survivor didn't force it, he just crunched the potato chips and said, "Brother, you just got here, right?"
Before Qi Lin could reply, the survivor said familiarly: "Tsk, tsk, this is so nice, much better than the military safe zone!"
"When I went to Beicheng before, you didn't know that there were no snack streets or movie theaters there. All the damn items were confiscated when you entered there!"
"Then they were stripped naked and intensively disinfected. They had to apply disinfectant powder all over their bodies, and finally they were shot with water cannons!"
"I heard that after entering, except for a few special talents, everyone will have to strengthen fortifications and stay in centralized accommodation. They will only have two fucking meals a day!"
"Damn it, there's no harm without comparison!"
The survivors talked nonchalantly, and their words were full of complaints and dissatisfaction with the military's Beicheng safety zone.
Qi Lin still didn't respond, just listened quietly.
"I just registered my personal information. I don't know what position I will be assigned to. The household registration officer was asked to go away for a while. When they come, remember to praise yourself when registering. Maybe you can get a good position."
The survivor said, taking out a bottle of Maotai and a bottle of mineral water from his backpack.
He finished drinking the mineral buffalo, and then poured the Maotai into the mineral water bottle.
After doing all this, he handed the mineral water bottle containing Moutai to Qi Lin.
"Take it, buddy!" Seeing that Qi Lin didn't respond, the survivor stuffed the bottle into Qi Lin's arms.
"Brother, believe me, the Palace of the Rebirth is really good compared to other forces!"
The survivor watched Qi Lin put the water bottle on the ground calmly, and then said mysteriously: "I just went to inquire about it. It is said that the treatment we enjoyed just now was carried out by the high priest on the order of the palace master!"
"It's difficult for everyone to live in this shitty world, and it's not easy to raise a family, so I want you to calm down your nerves first. If you feel it's not appropriate, you can leave. The Palace of the Rebirth does not restrict personal freedom!"
"Listen! Listen! This sounds so comfortable!"
"This is what people call human talk!"
"In my opinion, the high priest and the master of the palace, the Skeleton God, know how to be considerate of us people!"
"It's your choice to stay and follow the Palace of Purity!"
When the survivor said this, his tone was obviously angry: "Damn it! You don't know that in the military safe zone, except for their soldiers and demon hunters, only those who have committed crimes can get out! "
"Fuck! Isn't this a clear attempt to suppress our level!?"
"If I hadn't been clever enough to escape halfway, sooner or later I would have been treated as a slave and died in that concentration camp!"
"In my opinion, they just want to be the emperor!"
Qi Lin listened silently and said nothing.
As someone who had entered the safe zone in his previous life, he knew very well that from an individual point of view, the Palace of Purity was undoubtedly more attractive.
But from a group perspective, the military’s safe zone approach is fine.
Qi Lin didn't understand it before.
Until half a month ago, he caught a red-eyed magic crow and learned a piece of news from its mouth: the fog is one of the shackles of the world and protects mankind. If too many people die, the fog will dissipate faster. By becoming faster, the demon species outside can also cross the fog and attack directly.
From that moment on, he probably understood why the military did what it did.
But there was much more he didn't understand.
"Brother, I see that you have raised a child to survive until now, which means you are not a bad person."
The survivor glanced at Xiao Di, who was sitting next to Qi Lin and was obediently motionless, and whispered: "When the household registration people come back from the meeting, you give this bottle to the leader and tell him to see how hard he worked. He quenches his thirst!”
"I just blocked Moutai before, but the person didn't ask for it. He said it was a requirement from above and wouldn't accept the card request. I was out of luck. You will be smarter later. The future of your position will depend on the few transactions. .”
Perhaps seeing Qi Lin's absent-mindedness, the survivor added: "I'm telling you, don't take it seriously. I've asked about it. Once the position is decided, it will be very difficult for you to change!"
"Human beings are so sophisticated. No matter where you are, you have to pay attention. I didn't pay attention before. You didn't pay attention to me after more than ten years of fucking."
"Forget it, let's not talk about it. My name is Fang Wenbin! If there is a full-time official in the future, don't forget me, buddy!"
Qi Lin looked down at the mineral water bottle containing Maotai and said nothing.
"Brother, what level are you at now?" the survivor asked eagerly.
His information has been registered and there is no possibility of changing it. If he wants to live more comfortably in the Palace of the Past in the future, he has to make more plans.
The chosen one with a higher level will have a more comfortable life. If the person with the child has a higher level, then
He waited for a while and found that Qi Lin seemed to be in a daze. He was not angry and just said:
"I'm going to get a bottle of Coke. I need to drink more today. After tonight, I won't be able to have sex for nothing!"
The survivor saw Qi Lin's unwillingness to move and said cheerfully: "I'll try to get you a bottle later!"
The survivors ran away quickly.
The child next to him scratched his head.
In the past two months, he has been following Qi Lin and has never seen anyone else from the outside world.
Until now, everyone who had had contact with him twice had asked about level.
Does level matter?
The child didn't know why and subconsciously tugged on Qi Lin's cloak. When Qi Lin lowered his head and looked at him, he asked in a sticky voice: "Uncle, why do they ask you about your level? Is this important?"
Qi Lin thought for a while and replied: "Those who ask you about your level as soon as they meet, or ask if you have any skills, are essentially calculating their respect for you."
The child scratched his head, and his chicken-like hair became even more messy: "I don't understand, uncle, you see they are very polite to us! They gave us food and let us watch movies. The man just now gave you water."
Qi Lin raised his eyebrows: "Anyone approaching you has a purpose, anyone! Including me!"
Before Xiaodi could ask, Qi Lin continued: "What is the purpose? To get benefits from you! To get benefits! For example, I get black hole fireworks from you!"
The features on Xiao Di's face wrinkled together. He wiped the oil from his mouth and said in confusion: "But grandma said, life is not all about interests! It is more about mutual achievement and warmth!"
Qi Lin waved his hand and ended the topic. He looked up at his place, the Shu Mountain.
"As long as there is no conflict of interest, there is generally no need to refute what others say."
"Huh? Why don't you eat?" Qi Lin suddenly discovered that there were so many snacks, but Xiao Di had not touched a bite.
The child scratched his chicken coop-like hair. Although he didn't quite understand what Qi Lin just said, it didn't affect him from holding up the untouched marshmallow: "Hey! Uncle, please try it for me first to see if it tastes good!" "
"Childish, I won't eat it!"
"Try it, uncle, I think it should be delicious."
"Eat you! Don't talk!"
"oh"
…
A beautiful woman quietly squeezed through the crowd.
Full of perfume, she gently sat on the empty bench where the survivors had just left, her red lips lightly parted: "Praise to the Lord of the Palace! Handsome man, do you want to have some fun?"
"Sister, I can do any job!" She breathed out the fragrance and wanted to put her hands on Qi Lin's legs after doing a manicure: "A dragon only needs five contribution points!"
Qi Lin calmly put aside the woman's hand that he wanted to touch, and the irritability in his heart became more and more intense.
"Thank you, I have no contribution points."
The woman was stunned for a moment, but she glanced at the mineral water bottle on the ground and quickly continued with a smile on her face: "Materials too."
"Thanks, I don't have any supplies."
"Uh." The woman was stunned for a moment, thinking that the news from the snack street just now should be correct!
A thin man with a child, his eyes were red, he seemed to have not slept well, and his mental outlook was very poor.
That’s a big deal!
The woman glanced at the child beside her who was eating silently, and then at Qi Lin, thinking that she had found the wrong person!
Could it be that he is not interested in me?
The woman didn't want such a rich man to slip away from her hands, so she looked at Xiaodi again, her eyes lit up and she smiled charmingly: "Oh!"
"I understand, brother!" The woman quickly stood up and left: "Wait for me, brother!"
Not long after, the woman led a young man with oily hair and pink face over.
"Brother, don't worry, we have all kinds of tea here!"
"I promise you happiness!"
Qi Lin knew that the other party had misunderstood something, so he frowned and said, "Thank you, no need."
The man with oily hair and pink face obviously still wanted to work hard. He sat next to Qi Lin and touched Qi Lin's thigh with the same ambiguous expression as the previous woman. He also said at the same time: "Praise the master of the palace, brother, do you want to be happy?" "
"Do you want to die?" Qi Lin suddenly turned his head, anger rising in his blood-red eyes.
The man's hand that had not yet touched Qi Lin's thigh was frozen in the air. He felt that the eyes of the man in front of him seemed to have killed someone!
The newly arrived survivors have not yet familiarized themselves with the rules of the Palace of the Past that prohibit fighting, but they all dare to kill people if they disagree!
They who often solicit customers here know this very well.
He quickly got up and grabbed the woman and ran away. He couldn't afford to offend this person!
Xiaodi was also attracted by the movement here.
In fact, as early as when the woman came to talk about happiness, he seemed to understand vaguely.
But the child only knows that kind of thing is a process of human reproduction.
But when the child saw the man coming over, he said the same words with the same ambiguous expression as the woman before.
Xiaodi was confused.
He carefully recalled the biological knowledge he had read in the past.
I really can't figure out how to reproduce between two human males.
Two months of getting along has made Xiao Di extremely dependent on and trust Qi Lin.
If you don’t understand, just ask your uncle, there will definitely be no problem!
The child subconsciously looked at Qi Lin and asked, "Uncle, what is happiness?"
Qi Lin took out his black leather notebook and did not say that you should not ask because you are too young to understand because the other person is a child.
He replied casually: "The collision of flesh with flesh, the exchange of liquid with liquid, boring things."
"Have a good meal, and after that we will go up the mountain."
"Oh" the child scratched his head with a puzzled look on his face, lowered his head and ate quickly.
Another moment passed.
An armed man came leading an officer from the household registration department.
Before they even arrived in front of Qi Lin, they were all smiling: "Praise the Palace Master! You two, welcome home!"
The ghost's report also came from the soul link at the same time: "Master, these two people were just called to a meeting. The content of the meeting was to pay attention to the black wind and to be highly polite and pay attention to every new survivor."
Qi Lin didn't respond. His patience was getting worse and worse now that he was so angry.
But the officer who didn't know why just felt that the person in front of him was not of high rank and had a lot of airs.
I'm afraid he's another idiot who can't see clearly his own situation by relying on his status as a certain leader before the disaster.
However, the clerk still did not show boredom, but said with a smile on his face: "Praise the Lord! I am a staff member of our household registration department. What is your name for this handsome guy?"
At this moment, a voice came from afar: "Oh! Two leaders are here!"
When the previous survivor saw the situation on Qi Lin's side, he ran over quickly with two bottles of Coke in his arms, shouting as he ran, "Sorry, sorry! This guy's throat is injured and it's difficult to speak!"
The survivors have inquired before and found out that many people want to bribe the person responsible for the household registration level, because the quality of the position you will be assigned in the future depends largely on his one stroke.
For most people, this stroke is an irreversible fork in the road of destiny.
The survivor quickly put the Coke on the ground, picked up the bottle of mineral water filled with Maotai at Qi Lin's feet and stuffed it into the hands of the household registration officer.
Unexpectedly, the other party quickly pushed the bottle back, waved his hands and said quickly: "Praise the Lord of the Palace! We have a policy! We will not accept food or drink!"
The survivor was unwilling to give up, and stepped forward with a smile on his face and continued to stuff the bottle: "Oh! It's just a bottle of ordinary mineral water, with a little thought, to quench your thirst!"
"Look, it's not easy for you either. We also feel sorry for you who stayed up all night to serve us!"
The household registration officer smelled the smell of alcohol at the mouth of the bottle, and his eyes lit up: "Oh! You are so considerate! I..."
Just as he was about to accept the bottle of mineral water, a gloomy voice came from a distance: "What I just said just fell on deaf ears, right?!"
This sound.
The household registration officer heard the voice of the direct leader.
Pay careful attention to everything!
At this juncture, if anyone dares to mess with me, I will make it impossible for them to eat!
The leader's words just lingered in my ears.
The household registration officer trembled and turned around to look. He felt that he could still struggle. .
But when he found that Mr. Fan Zhong, the director of the Judgment Department, whom he had only met once, was standing behind his leader, he was completely disappointed.
The Judgment Department is responsible for all corruption and oppression of the people within the Palace of Purity. Once discovered, it will be dealt with severely!
Since the establishment of the Palace of the Past, countless bullies have died at the hands of Director Fan. Even the Chosen One who made trouble before was killed on the spot by Director Fan!
I still remember that there was a deputy director's son on the mountain who drank too much and made trouble in front of a waiter. The waiter couldn't bear it anymore and jumped off the mountain to commit suicide. The person who violated the rules thought that it was nothing, so he just gave away some money and let it go. .
Later, I went to investigate and found that the waiter had no family members. All her family members were dead, and she couldn't even pay the compensation.
Later, Director Fan, who had returned from a hunt for demons, heard about this. Regardless of the dissuasion of the high priest and other directors, he went directly to his house and killed his son in front of me. After the incident, he followed him as if nothing had happened. The dissuaded high priest and others said: "Justice lies in the heart of the people."
If Director Fan only has the advantage of personal force, then forget it.
The key is that the high priest who spoke in the Palace of the Past has great trust in Director Fan!
Although Director Fan had disgraced the high priest and other top officials that time, the high priest still did not deprive him of any resources, and did not even give him a symbolic punishment.
Instead, the deputy director was directly exiled by the high priest to the construction site supervisor at the airport.
Later, I heard that the deputy director was unlucky. He was attacked by a demon and died on the way to his appointment.
Everyone speculated that it was the high priest who did it, but there was no evidence.
No one knows why the high priest trusts Director Fan so much. Everyone only knows one thing: you can commit crimes, but you have to clean your butt, and the most important thing is that you must not commit crimes and Director Fan knows about it!
"It's over, it's all over now."
The household registration officer knelt down on the ground with a plop, as if he was in mourning.
If Director Fan wasn't here, maybe everything would be easier to talk about. After all, it was just a bottle of wine.
But now, the leader and all are here. Just for the sake of the leader’s own face, he probably
The surrounding atmosphere was extremely oppressive, and no one dared to speak.
The leader walked up to the kneeling officer, his face was ashen, and his outstretched fingers were trembling: "You, you!!!"
I just finished a meeting and this guy did this!
And in front of Director Fan and his party!
It’s not obvious that this is my fault!
The leader no longer knew what to say. He ran to Fan Zhong in despair, lowered his head and admitted his mistake openly: "Director Fan, this happened in my department, and I cannot absolve myself from the blame."
Fan Zhong was not in the mood to listen to his words at the moment. He just waved his hand gently and with great force pushed aside the leader who was blocking his sight.
Fan Zhong stared closely at Qi Lin and the child. He had heard someone say that there was a survivor in the snack street who was a rude and arrogant person, so he came to take a look.
Everyone also noticed something was wrong with Fan Zhong and followed his gaze to look at Qi Lin and the child.
At this moment, Qi Lin was taking out a tissue to wipe the oil on the child's face, and asked in an inhumane manner, "Are you full?"
The child looked fearfully at the various connotations of those people's gazes, and said timidly: "You're full, uncle."
"Then let's go."
"Where are you going, uncle?"
"Up the mountain."
Amidst the noisy movie background.
In the sight of Fan Zhong and others.
The figures, one large and one small, headed towards the main hiking trail in Shushan Mountain.
No one stopped them, because those who wanted to jump out and show off in front of the leaders didn't even fart. They all fell to the ground silently, their eyes turned white, they foamed at the mouth, and their whole bodies twitched.
This terrifying and unnoticed scene stopped everyone in their tracks.
The people who were usually aloof and commanded by Yi Qi kept their mouths shut, for fear that they would utter a syllable out of fear and be misunderstood by the person, causing them to fall to the ground and twitch.
They didn't even dare to make a sound.
Only Fan Zhong glanced at the top of Shushan Mountain.
He glanced at the brightly lit scene around him again, then gritted his teeth and silently followed Qi Lin.
He didn't know who Qi Lin was.
But he vaguely guessed who Qi Lin was.
