World of Immortality

In a six-storey old building full of European style, Zhang Yunxi and others were walking along the crowded corridors following the black people who were soliciting customers.

This feeling of being unable to move an inch is similar to the Spring Festival travel more than a hundred years ago. There are people and obstacles everywhere in the corridor, and many refugees sleeping on the ground are also cursing at each other.

The stench in the feature film space has reached a disgusting level. However, in this general environment, the people who can spend money to live in this building must be well-off families at the very least in peacetime.

These marked "beds" in the corridor cost four to five hundred yuan a day, which is simply not affordable for ordinary people. Most of the refugees living here have a certain amount of savings, waiting for the lottery, or waiting for the relationship to come, and they will be taken to the relief area to live permanently, so they take refuge here temporarily, so they don't talk about their quality.

Some people are too lazy to squeeze into the public bathroom downstairs, so they just draw a curtain in the corridor and start defecating, and then abandon it along the garbage passage, so the smell here is very bad.

After squeezing for a while, Dirty Blood and the others finally came to the fourth floor. The situation here can be a little better, because it is an expensive single-room area, so there are fewer beds planned in the corridor, and customers have their own folding beds. , appears to be relatively quiet.

When they came to the central location, the black man pointed to the two rooms facing each other and said, "You are right here. Each person can receive food twice a day."

"Okay!" Zhang Yunxi nodded.

"I hope you can find a place to live as soon as possible." The black man said auspicious words, reached out his hand on the dilapidated door panel, hung a three-day time limit tag, and left quickly.

Everything here is full of primitiveness, and all the people are like piglets waiting to be sold, living crowded in the pigsty.

In fact, before Zhang Yunxi paid the rent for three days, the black boss told him euphemistically that Bernanke still has apartments and villas for rent, and as long as they can afford the money, they can have all the privileges and benefits. Unlimited living environment.

With Sister Yaya's financial resources, it's not impossible for Zhang Yunxi to be reimbursed for building a villa or something, but considering that it would be too ostentatious, he chose such a down-to-earth place. However, this incident also proves that in any field in this world, there are strict hierarchical divisions, and Bernanke, who is like the end of the world, only shows it more clearly.

After the Dirty Blood Squad was assigned rooms quickly, they temporarily settled down. All that was left was to wait for Wang Dabiao to find out where Shen Dongqing and the others were hiding as soon as possible.

...

Inside Bernanke,

A dimly lit basement room.

Shen Dongqing was standing by a wall, teasing the kiwi bird locked in a metal cage. It exuded colorful halos all over its body, making it dazzling.

The son of the doomed God of War looked a little embarrassed at the moment. He was wearing a black heavy-duty mecha, and the armor was full of traces of being hacked by various weapons.

Next to him, Wang Zizi frowned and looked at him, and said carelessly: "Hey! Prince, stop playing with the birds and walking the dog at this time, and think of a way quickly, or your head will move."

Shen Dongqing fed food to the bird in the cage, with a relaxed expression on his face: "What's the use of being anxious? We're already suffocated here. Even if my dad sends someone over, it won't be able to quench my thirst!"

"Then what do you mean? The next time is to wait for death?" Wang Cripple asked a little frustrated.

"Don't panic, Brother Wang. Haven't you said the old saying, one monk carries water to drink, two monks carry water to drink, and a group of monks have no water to drink." Shen Dongqing said indifferently: "The wisdom of the ancestors is summed up between life and death. Come out, it makes sense!"

On the left side, a burly young man with a shaved pot head and a long braid behind his head replied in a low voice: "Look at your cowardly look! Are we reciting ancient Chinese with you here? It's already this time , don’t talk like you’re guessing lantern riddles! Keep it simple, what do you think?”

This man spoke with a very strong northwest accent, and he looked like a brother from an ethnic minority. He looked strong and mighty, and he felt very oppressive.

His name is Zhamu Tata, he can be regarded as the "Guardian" of the son of the God of War, and he and Shen Dongqing have experienced countless times of life and death.

In fact, although Shen Dongqing has a high status in the mutant world and is admired by others, he really has no airs in dealing with the brothers around him, and he talks casually with everyone.

"Two chips. One is Tai Zhenglong, and the other is the key that can open the sinkhole." Shen Dongqing turned to look at the crowd: "Come here to encircle our team. It looks like a huge force, but in fact we each have their own schemes...but our brothers are different, everyone There is no way to retreat, there is a life-and-death friendship! It’s so red-eyed, one of them is worth ten of them! So this matter can be manipulated, like you, let the reception staff still not meet us, and secretly hide the key... Then ...!"

Wang Lizi, Zamuta, and five or six extremely powerful sleepers were all quietly listening to Shen Dongqing's deployment. No one refuted or showed any anxiety.

This group of people is the most powerful outlaw team in the super sports world, bar none!

Shen Ao has been in two eras, and even though he has never made a move after waking up, he still ranks third in the dragon list. This kind of dominance has brought together a group of superpowers who are willing to do things for him.

That's why Kardashian treated Shen Ao so politely, united with him with determination, and besides dedicating herself, it was almost responsive to him.

After discussing for about 20 minutes, Shen Dongqing walked out of the basement lounge with what looked like a painting barrel on his back, and went to the next room.

...

The whole day, Zhang Yunxi and others spent the tormented waiting, but still did not receive the notification from Brother Biao.

It was past eight o'clock in the evening.

Zhang Yunxi and Jing Nansheng left the room and came to the corridor on the fourth floor, ready to wait for the meal. This dormitory rental industry is very systematic. After paying the corresponding fees, meals are provided here.

In the current environment, where there is a serious shortage of living materials, the willingness of these gangsters to provide food is enough to show the degree of involution in this industry.

In the dimly lit corridor, Zhang Yunxi waited for a while, and saw four black people pushing the dining car out of the dilapidated elevator, followed by a large group of people, and began to eat with their own tableware.

The two looked at the crowded crowd, and they didn't rush forward. Anyway, everyone has a share, and it's over after waiting.

At this moment, a young woman squeezed out from the crowd. Her clothes were torn, and she was holding a disposable lunch box that had been used countless times in her hand. She was leaning on the wall and walking slowly towards the dirty blood. .

At first, she didn't attract the attention of Zhang Yunxi and Jing Nansheng, but after taking two steps, she suddenly started knocking on the doors on both sides of the corridor.

Soon, a white man heard a knock on the door and glanced out with his head.

Ragged young woman, pleading: "Please give me something to eat! My brother is sick, she is weak...!"

"Go away!!" The white man listened halfway, and raised his strong arm to gesture: "Don't disturb me, be careful I'll kill you!"

"Boom!"

The door closed, and the frail young woman paused before knocking on the next door.

Jing Nansheng felt very strange seeing this scene, and said in a low voice, "Can beggars also enter this building?"

"Maybe they live in the bed downstairs. There are sick people at home, so they don't have enough food." Zhang Yunxi replied.

While the two were talking, the girl knocked on the door of another room, and said to the sixty-year-old man inside, "Please, give me something to eat, if my brother doesn't have...!"

"This beautiful lady. Can you suck your dick for me?" The old man replied very directly: "I think this exchange is reasonable."

The girl paused for a moment, and her eyes showed a fleeting struggle: "Then I need half a loaf."

"No problem, but your son belongs to me, I want to cut it off! Do you agree?" The old man still asked politely.

Off the charts ah! ! You can eat it yourself, so why cut it up? !

The two finally failed to reach an agreement, the old man smiled and closed the door, and the woman also came in front of Zhang Yunxi and the others, first bowed and then begged.

Zhang Yunxi looked at her. This girl was a pure Caucasian, with skin as white as paper, but a thin figure, shabby clothes, and stains on her cheeks. But even so, it's hard to hide her exquisite facial features and the two flickering headlights in front of her.

A woman with such a face shouldn't be short of food in this environment, right? After all, there are refugees here, but there are also people who control resources! For them, it shouldn't be a big problem to exchange three meals a day for some stimulation?

Could it be that this woman cares about chastity? Or is it because she has just entered the city and hasn't found a way yet?

This kind of thought flashed through Zhang Yunxi's mind, but it didn't mean that his thoughts were dark. In the last days, personal dignity has been reduced to the lowest level, and most people can agree to any conditions in order to survive.

"Can I have some food?" the woman asked again.

Jing Nansheng thought for a while, then turned to look at Zhang Yunxi. Also as a woman, she sympathizes with the other party, but this is a task after all, and everyone has to ask for their opinions.

Zhang Yunxi understood what the senior sister meant in seconds, and he also wanted to do good deeds. After all, food should not be any burden to them.

Just when Zhang Yunxi wanted to give the other party some food, he suddenly frowned, and responded coldly: "No!! We don't have enough to eat!"

The girl looked at Zhang Yunxi's cold expression, nodded slightly, and then walked away again.

Zhang Yunxi glanced at her back, immediately winked at Jing Nansheng, and quickly went to the front to line up for dinner.

...

Three minutes later, the two returned to the room on the left. Jing Nansheng turned to look at him and asked solemnly, "What's wrong?"

After training in the deep mountains for more than half a year, the two are inseparable, so the senior sister has an understanding of Dirty Blood's personality, and she sensed that the other party's attitude just now was not right.

Dirty Blood closed the door, turned his head and glanced at everyone: "Wait five minutes, we missed it!!"

"Leaked?!"

Kaka stood up incredulously: "How could it leak?!"

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