When she came to us, the girl knelt down with a puff.
"Several experts, thank you for taking action and saving Xiao Zhao's life!"
"Girl, wake up!"
I quickly helped her up and let her sit on the empty seat opposite us.
I glanced at her and saw that this girl was weak and had no means of protecting herself when facing Adams just now.
Obviously, she is neither a solo traveler nor a folk exorcist.
What was such a weak girl going to do on the train during a hundred years of catastrophe?
Thinking of this, I expressed the questions in my mind.
The girl wiped her tears and told us about her past.
It turns out that this girl's name is He Xiaozhao, from Mongolia, and she went to university in Yucheng.
After the catastrophe comes, Chongqing City, as the capital of the sanctuary zone in southern Sichuan, is naturally the safest place.
As long as He Xiaozhao stays in the school and helps the officials with some logistical matters, there is no need to consider whether it is daily necessities or safety.
However, she still has a grandmother in her hometown in Mongolia.
He Xiaozhao's parents died early, so she was raised by her grandmother, and she has always had a deep relationship with her grandmother.
Although the place where Grandma He Xiaozhao is located is not a refuge area, it is still considered a town in a contiguous area with troops stationed there.
Therefore, after a hundred years of catastrophe, even though grandma is alone, she can cope with life.
He Xiaozhao was worried about his grandma and had to call her every day to confirm safety.
However, as the catastrophe deepened, the magnetic field became increasingly chaotic and the mobile phone signal was seriously interfered. She had been unable to contact her grandma for several days.
In addition, she also heard that monsters have appeared in her hometown recently, and a large number of people have died.
She was worried and couldn't stay any longer, so she bought a ticket to Mongolia through her classmates, planning to find her grandma and take her to Chongqing.
Unexpectedly, I encountered a few foreigners teasing me on the way.
"Xiao Zhao, where are you going to Mongolia?"
I heard that He Xiaozhao was also going to Mongolia, so I couldn't help but asked curiously.
"Ulan City, that's my hometown."
He Xiaozhao answered truthfully.
"What a coincidence, the place we are going to is also Ulan City."
I happily said: "How about we go together?"
I was worried about being unfamiliar with the place, so I happened to meet a local.
If He Xiaozhao serves as a guide, we can get familiar with the local situation faster, and maybe we can find traces of the God of Death.
"That's great!"
He Xiaozhao was also very happy when he heard this.
"I'm also worried about meeting other bad people on the road."
"Big brother, big sister, you are all good people. With you by my side, I have nothing to fear!"
I smiled and nodded, and asked He Xiaozhao to get his luggage and just sit here with us.
He Xiaozhao responded and quickly brought his luggage over.
Then, she asked about the purpose of our trip to Ulan City.
"We are also folk exorcists. We go there just to catch monsters and receive rewards."
I didn't reveal the identity of my group, I just said it casually.
Naturally, He Xiaozhao would not doubt it. After the fright just now, she had calmed down.
Now that she had a few of our bodyguards, she quickly returned to her cheerful nature as a young girl. Upon my inquiry, she began to tell us about some situations in Ulan City.
The rest of the journey went quite smoothly without any danger.
After all, these transportation lines are China's key projects, and planning and construction had already begun before the catastrophe struck.
Most of the routes are chosen in areas such as high mountains and deserts, which are not only inaccessible places, but also rarely visited by evil spirits.
In addition, there are garrisons guarding all major transit points, so in terms of safety, there is not much of a problem.
After two days and two nights of journey, we finally arrived at Hohhot, the center of the Mongolian-Xinjiang refuge area, on the morning of the third day.
From here, we need to transfer to a bus and travel more than 400 miles to reach our final destination, Ulan City.
After getting off the bus, the group walked out of the train station, looking for a special bus to Ulan City.
When I walked out of the square, I saw that the streets were desolate and the surrounding buildings were in dilapidated condition.
Looking around, you can see countless homeless people in ragged clothes, squatting on the cold windy streets, begging for alms from passers-by.
However, there are not many pedestrians on the surrounding streets, so most homeless people will probably not beg for any food even if they squat here for a day.
"It's strange, why are there so many homeless people on the street?"
After seeing the scene in front of me, I couldn't help blurting out in surprise.
The great catastrophe has come, and life is difficult for the whole of China. Many rural areas have long become desolate and abandoned places.
However, this is Hohhot, the center of the refuge area in the entire Mongolian and Xinjiang region, and should be the most abundant area in terms of material supply.
But why this happens again makes all of us very surprised.
At this moment, several soldiers wearing armor came over from the opposite side.
A wizened, elderly man on the side of the road immediately got up and ran up to the soldiers with faltering steps.
With a pop, he knelt down.
"Soldiers, I haven't eaten for three days, old man. Please give me something to eat."
A soldier in the middle glanced at the homeless man and couldn't help pinching his nose with a look of disgust on his face.
"It stinks, old man, are you covered in maggots?"
"We don't have anything to eat here, get away!"
As he said that, he kicked the old man to the ground and took long steps to leave.
After seeing this, several of us couldn't help but clenched our fists and felt angry.
Officials spent a huge amount of resources to establish sanctuary zones across the country and deployed a large number of military garrisons.
The purpose is to allow the people who fled here to have food and drink, and to ensure their survival.
However, these bastards, as soldiers, actually treated a suffering old man like this?
Bai Ze was the first to hold back and rushed over.
"Who are you, dare to block Master Bing's way?"
The soldier in the middle couldn't help but asked coldly when he saw a person suddenly appear in front of him.
"I am your father!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Ze's fists fell like raindrops on the heads of the soldiers.
Although these soldiers all have weapons in their hands, they are just ordinary field soldiers. How can they be Bai Ze's opponent?
After three strikes, five divided by two, Bai Ze knocked the four soldiers to the ground, unable to even get up.
The pain was so painful that they could only lie on the ground, crying for their father and mother, and wailing endlessly.
"Brother Bai, let's ask what's going on."
When Bai Ze was beating up the soldiers, we had already walked over.
