The Old Gods Are Whispering

At this moment, Gu Jianlin's mood was inexplicably complicated.

Because even he didn't have a good first impression of the so-called fallen.

Whether it was Li Changzhi at the beginning or the clown later.

Or these people organized by the gravediggers, without exception, have very serious mental problems, tyranny and bloodthirsty are their labels, they are completely the kind of lunatics who are swallowed by desire and are as brutal as wild beasts.

This made him never think about the fallen.

In fact, in comparison, Cheng Youyu was even more shocked and bewildered, because the family education he had received since he was a child, and the edification he had received since joining the Ether Association, all believed that the fallen were a symbol of evil and extremely dangerous.

But in this shelter, what they felt was pure kindness.

The reason why there is no suspicion of conspiracy is simple.

Except that Lu Zicheng can't cheat people.

Look at what this group of people have become.

What else can they figure out about you?

"Big brother, let your companions...let them out first."

Wan Wan said in a soft voice: "Although there is no way to detoxify them now, they need to get a good rest, otherwise they may be tortured by nightmares in the middle of the night and leave some sequelae."

Gu Jianlin was stunned for a moment: "Okay, thank you."

Cheng Youyu still had some strength to spare, so he hurriedly released the two unconscious teammates with him.

Wan Wan trotted all the way to open a door.

It turned out to be a slightly neater room as there were two relatively comfortable beds with mattresses.

There is also a small fan connected to an outdoor power supply.

Nie Xiangsi and Zhang Cheng were placed on the left and right beds respectively, their faces covered in cold sweat, and their brows were tightly frowned.

Seems like a nightmare.

"This room is specially for sick people. They have been poisoned by psychotoxins. Before taking the corresponding antidote, they can only survive on their own. But they should all be very powerful sublimators, right? There should be no problem." Wan Wan squatted on the ground, turned on the outdoor power supply, and then turned on the small fan.

There is still 15% of the power left in the power supply, so it should be reluctant to use it normally.

Uncle Sun at the door came over pushing a broken wooden wheelchair, and put a handful of white grass on the ground.

The handful of grass was blown by a fan, emitting a strange fragrance.

After Nie Xiangsi and Zhang Cheng inhaled it, their mental state was obviously much better.

After finishing all this, Uncle Sun left without saying anything.

Wanwan ran to the rest area again, where there was a water tank taller than her.

She stepped on the stool lightly, took a whole pot of water, and took a sip first.

I went to the material warehouse to pick up some firewood and threw it into the cooking stove.

She took out the paper box in her pocket, looked at the few matches, and frowned.

But she still polished a firewood and lit a fire to boil water.

Finally, I ran to wash a few clean cups and poured a few glasses of water.

"Big brother, give your friends some water."

Wan Wan came over with a few cups.

Gu Jianlin saw all of this, and silently took the water glass: "Thank you."

He found that this kettle was hardly used, because most people here drink raw water directly.

The water was deliberately boiled just to take care of them.

"Little sister, is there a shortage of matches here?"

Cheng Youyu hesitated for a moment and asked cautiously.

"Well, originally, Aunt Shanshan is a celestial master and can control the ability of elements. But because she often takes natural grass to suppress distortion, her ability has begun to degenerate, and she barely retains the ability of water elements, which can ensure that everyone can drink. With clean water, food can be preserved longer. As for making a fire, there are other ways.”

Wan Wan said with a smile: "There used to be an uncle who taught me how to make fire by drilling wood."

When Cheng Youyu heard this, he subconsciously touched his pocket, trying to find a lighter.

The result was not touched.

There was an attack tonight, and he didn't bring it out.

Gu Jianlin also had a lot of questions to ask, but the little girl pursed her lips and smiled, then ran away again.

After a while, Wan Wan walked over with the one-armed woman holding the child.

There were three more buns in Wanwan's hand, which were padded with newspapers.

"This is the steamed stuffed bun made by Aunt Shanshan. Although it's a bit cold, it's delicious."

Wanwan handed the buns to them: "It's meat buns."

Aunt Shanshan smiled at them very gently.

Gu Jianlin was stunned, and subconsciously took the three buns.

It can be seen that it was wrapped by myself, there are a few black spots on the skin, and the hair is a bit hard.

Although it was a bit cold, it still smelled a fragrance.

"Well, we're not hungry..."

In fact, Cheng Youyu is quite winking, everyone is like this, how can he eat other people's food.

Wan Wan was stunned, bit her lips, and whispered, "Don't be disgusted, the black spots on this bun are not dirty, although we made it ourselves, it won't be contagious."

Cheng Youyu thought that the girl had misunderstood, so he turned around and asked for help.

Gu Jianlin had already stuffed the steamed stuffed bun into his mouth, and said calmly, "Thank you, it's delicious."

Cheng Youyu also came to his senses, quickly took the steamed stuffed bun, stuffed it into his mouth, and said vaguely: "Oh brother Lin, you are so serious. If you had told me to eat earlier, I would not have shirked it! This night, I will starve to death." gone."

Seeing this, Wan Wan stuck out her tongue playfully, and left with the woman holding the child.

What did they do?

I went to cook three potatoes next to the stove.

Wan Wan was squatting on the bench, eating boiled potatoes in small bites, looking very satisfied.

Just from time to time, I still look over here.

"Brother Lin."

Cheng Youyu felt a little uncomfortable, and asked, "Has she met you?"

Gu Jianlin ate all the buns, got up and took a sip of water, but didn't speak.

"Brother Lin, I actually feel that what they said is true. I observed it just now, and it seems that the people here are all from the association. Those guards were obviously trained by the association, and those who slept on the common bunk , Don’t look at them snoring, they are actually vigilant, many people sleep in a tactical position.”

Cheng Youyu couldn't help but said, "But, how could it be like this?"

Gu Jianlin got up: "Just go and ask."

The old man was still keeping vigil for his companions, closing his eyes and recuperating.

It wasn't until Gu Jianlin sat in front of him that he opened his eyes.

"What's up?"

The old man looked at the boy with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.

Gu Jianlin had so many questions that he wanted to ask, and he didn't know where to start.

"Uncle."

Cheng Youyu was more experienced than him, and couldn't help asking: "Why do you gather here? Actually, I heard from my family that the natural grass in the super ancient ruins can suppress the distortion, but that's at the expense of oneself. It's a human way. Although you won't hurt others if you do that, if you continue like this, you will..."

He didn't have the heart to say the words "I won't live long".

The old man smiled and said, "Because I don't want to hurt others, there is no other way."

Cheng Youyu couldn't help but said again: "Then why do you want to live in..."

The old man explained: "There is no other place to live. The outside world is covered by deep space and cannot accommodate us. Even if it is a forbidden area, it is all thanks to Minister Lu, relying on the power of the Lu family and her position It is convenient so that we will not let us hide. But there are some things that even she, the minister, can't do anything about. After all, there is a saint in Fengcheng."

"I had an old friend who was helping me outside, but now he has an accident and I can't be contacted."

He said softly, "I don't know what happened to that guy."

Cheng Youyu didn't know what to say for a while, and asked, "Then why don't you live in the walled city?"

Gu Jianlin also couldn't figure out why they were huddled underground.

The old man was silent for a few seconds, and said quietly: "Because the seal of the Immortal Palace became looser and looser, I don't know what happened half a year ago, but a large number of fallen people suddenly surged out from Heiyun City Walled City, annexing many people, big and small. The Fallen Organization. The Gravedigger Organization, I don’t know if you’ve heard of it.”

"The leader of the gravediggers is named Shinichi Hasegawa. Before that, he was just an ordinary degenerate. Later, I don't know who supported him. He built a very large strength in a short period of time and squeezed our living space."

He sighed: "Those who are obedient are enslaved by them, and those who are disobedient are killed by them. We don't want to be with them, so we can only hide in the base built by our old friends and linger on."

When Gu Jianlin heard about the gravedigger organization, he thought that was the case.

He has come very close to the organization.

"In the Black Cloud Walled City, money is useless. We all barter for things, using the resources mined outside the fairy palace to exchange for the items we need. So little brother, I accept your wishes."

The old man looked at the little fat man and said gently: "After you go out, don't mention me to anyone, and don't even think about sending supplies or anything. I'm an official wanted person of the association, a sinner who was bewitched by the power of the ancient gods and killed my companions. Once your behavior is monitored, whether it is you, your family, or us, it will be over."

Cheng Youyu was stunned, he didn't expect his mind to be seen through.

Gu Jianlin's pupils shrank slightly.

Sinners who murdered their fellows.

I see.

That's why Lu Zicheng asked him to take a look.

Because there are a group of people living here, just like his father.

"My dad didn't do those things."

Wan Wan suddenly said: "He is a good man, he was framed by others."

The old man touched his daughter's head, but did not speak.

Gu Jianlin was silent for a long time, then suddenly asked, "Uncle, do you know me?"

The old man didn't speak, Wanwan raised her head and stared at him.

"Or, you know someone who looks like me."

Gu Jianlin paused: "His name is Gu Ci'an, right?"

When Wanwan heard the name, she stared at him blankly, her eyes lit up.

"You really look like him."

The old man smiled: "Are you his son? Since that incident, I have never been able to contact him. I thought he had taken you far away, but I didn't expect you But still stay in Fengcheng."

"Wanwan has been waiting for him to come back."

He said, "Old Gu, is he alright?"

Gu Jianlin didn't know what to say for a while.

Because for the first time, the eyes of the girl in the man's arms lit up, shining brightly.

Shining brightly in the dark, full of hope.

It turned out that in this world, besides him, there were people waiting for that man to come back.

He moved his lips, but he couldn't tell the news of the man's death.

"This underground base was actually built by your father."

The old man pointed into the darkness: "That's the room he left, you can go and see it."