With huge doubts in mind, Ning Fan opened the door of his house with great concern.
"Dafan! Are you really going?"
At the door, the fat man and the little glasses were already waiting for him.
Looking at these two friends who had grown up together, Ning Fan stopped thinking about the blood test report for the time being.
"Please do me a favor."
Ning Fan licked his lips and said apologetically: "During this period, please take good care of my mother..."
"Are you sick? Why are you so polite to us?"
Little Glasses punched Ning Fan in the chest: "We are two wild children. We have neither parents nor mothers since we were young. Aunt Fang treats us as her own children. Isn't it natural for us to take care of her?"
"Dafan, you have a very stubborn temper. No one can stop you from whatever you decide!"
The fat man looked worried: "But, even for Aunt Fang, you have to come back alive."
"Um."
Ning Fan nodded vigorously.
The fat man shook a bag in his hand, which was filled with fragrance: "Aunt Fang, don't worry! We will definitely eat well and take care of it!"
The food in Xiacheng is roughly divided into two types.
One is native food hunted or collected in the wild.
It has a strong sense of satiety and is cheap, but its miasma poison content is extremely high.
The other type is food "sent" from Shangcheng.
Every day, Shangcheng throws their discarded food or some garbage into a pipe called the [Road of Gifts].
There are such pipelines in every area of the lower city.
Ironically, the leftover food sent down through the [Road of Gifts] is sold after secondary processing, and the price is three times more expensive than the local food in the lower city.
the reason is simple.
The food in the upper city, even if it is leftover by others, is cleaner and healthier than the food in the local area.
This kind of food is called Jingcai.
And what was in the bag in the fat man's hand was this fine dish.
"Thanks, I won't say anything anymore."
Ning Fan said gratefully: "When I make money..."
"Okay! There's so much nonsense, get out of here!"
The fat man pulled Ning Fan's shoulder: "Living well is better than anything else!"
"Okay, let's go."
Ning Fan nodded seriously, turned and walked towards the area wall.
He didn't dare to look back.
He was worried that he would be cowardly and reluctant to give up.
He is only eighteen years old and can be scared.
Fear of death, fear of separation.
Half an hour later, when Ning Fan walked to the edge of the area wall, his emotional fluctuations gradually calmed down.
Compared with the inner area, it is obviously noisier here.
Groups of people gathered together, making loud noises, and occasionally two groups would fight for unknown reasons.
These are all practitioners.
Ning Fan looked around and finally set his sights on a rotten wooden board.
On the wooden board, four words were carved with a knife.
【Wild Dog House】
Ning Fan walked over.
Sitting next to the wooden board is a man in his mid-twenties, who is quite handsome.
Only the three scratches on his neck extending to the base of his ears somewhat affected his appearance.
Seeing Ning Fan approaching, the young man raised his eyebrows.
"Rewarding food or begging for food?"
Rewarding rice is to ask them to help carry out tasks, and he is considered a benefactor father.
Begging means joining them and asking for a living.
"Begging for food."
Ning Fan said calmly: "The kind that can fill you up."
"Yo?"
The young man became a little interested and looked Ning Fan up and down: "What's your unique skill? You have such a loud tone?"
"Is Lin Chuan here?"
"Know Brother Chuan?"
"I don't know, but I've heard of it."
No matter what he does, Ning Fan will prepare in advance.
A month ago, after he participated in the selection in the upper city, he began to study the Walker team in Area F32.
Once he loses the election, becoming a traveler is his last choice.
In a mixed team, he chose [Wild Dog House].
Good reputation, many tasks, no pressure on money.
Next, he collected basic information about everyone in [Wild Dog House], and also found out that the leader of this team was named Lin Chuan.
At this time, a big hand slapped Ning Fan's shoulder hard from behind.
"Are you looking for food from me?"
This slap made him shorter.
Ning Fan frowned slightly and turned his head.
The person behind him is only 1.7 meters tall, but has an extremely muscular build. He has long hair and a beard, and his eyes are a bit unfocused.
"Is that okay?" Ning Fan asked.
"Brother Chuan, this guy said he wanted to eat well when he came here. He has a big appetite!"
The young man shouted haha.
"Hold!"
Lin Chuan happily walked around from behind Ning Fan and sat on a gasoline barrel nearby: "Little brother, I see a hundred and eighty people like you who only care about money rather than life every year! But! Let alone being full, few can even survive.”
Ning Fan didn't explain much, but took out a piece of paper from his arms and handed it to him.
Lin Chuan fished it out, and when he saw the content above, his casual eyes became a little more exciting.
"Damn it! A top student?"
This piece of paper is Ning Fan's assessment results.
Nine assessments, all with perfect scores.
There is only one person in Area F32.
"No wonder you are so confident! Talented?"
Although Lin Chuan said this, Ning Fan could see a little disdain in his eyes.
That was the disdain of a person who had truly experienced life and death for a so-called genius like Ning Fan who relied on his transcripts to package himself.
"Huizi, did you take the assessment a few years ago? What were your results?"
Lin Chuan looked at the young man.
The young man named Huizi sneered: "I didn't pass any of the exams. I almost failed the exam for a fool in the same class."
Judging from Keiko's tone, not only was this not something to be ashamed of, but she was actually quite proud of it.
Lin Chuan looked at Ning Fan with a smile.
"He's my vice-captain now."
"Then what?"
"Then?"
Lin Chuan tilted his head: "No more, I just want to tell you that whether you can eat enough has nothing to do with this piece of waste paper."
"What does that have to do with anything?"
Ning Fan said calmly.
"Do you know the words?"
Lin Chuan knocked hard on the rotten wooden board: "What I want is a wild dog that can bite its prey, not a little white rabbit with excellent grades."
"How do you know I'm the little white rabbit?"
Ning Fan's persistence made Lin Chuan frown, obviously a little impatient.
"How many days are left for Yang Beihai's commission?"
Lin Chuan looked at Huizi.
Teruko replied: "Five days."
"Boy."
Lin Chuan raised his eyebrows at Ning Fan and said: "We will not leave the area for these five days. If you want to join us, it is very simple. Before we leave, use the thing you are carrying on your back to make him bleed. I I’ll take you in.”
"Fuck, why are you targeting me again?"
Hui Zi was dissatisfied.
"What? Are you afraid of being hurt by a young baby?"
Lin Chuan laughed and stood up, walking up to Ning Fan: "But if you can't even hurt him before we leave, don't come here again. You won't be able to eat the rice bowl of the traveler."
"Okay, that's settled."
Ning Fan nodded quietly.
Huizi kept mumbling and wanted to argue with Lin Chuan.
But the next second, Ning Fan suddenly pulled out the black sword from behind and slashed Huizi's left arm!
Clang!
There was a sound of metal colliding.
Teruko didn't know when a dagger appeared in her hand, which happened to block the black sword.
Ning Fan's eyes changed slightly.
He thought that his attack was quick and decisive, and it was definitely a surprise.
Nine all-around, including swordsmanship.
He's perfect!
It was obvious that Keiko had made a temporary emergency response without any precautions.
boom!
Ning Fan felt pain in his abdomen and his whole body flew out.
When the surrounding travelers saw this scene, they just glanced at it casually and continued to go about their own business.
Conflict is all too normal here.
Huizi put the dagger back into her waist, walked to Ning Fan who was lying on the ground with a smile, pulled up her trousers, squatted down, and looked at him condescendingly.
"If you had just chopped at my head, the success rate would have been at least 30% higher! From the moment you accepted Brother Chuan's bet, you and I...were enemies!"
Huizi's smile was full of mockery: "Are you still soft-hearted towards your enemies?"
