Apocalypse Summoner

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After leaving the construction site, Ming Jiali still ran all the way, and traveled through the streets at an extremely fast speed, leaving a string of deep footprints on the snow. (.wo.)

He instinctively wants to escape, the farther he escapes the better, it is best not to see Li Banyue again...

Perhaps regaining memory can save him a lot of lost things, but he has already fallen to this level. His brain is stupid, stupid, and ugly. Whoever looks at it will laugh, and after confessing it, let his loved ones feel distressed and disliked. It is better to sever the relationship...

He just wants to be a carefree, happy and happy two idiots, to make a renewed Ming Jiali...

"call"

The cold wind blew, sweeping the ice and snow all over the place, bringing a burst of cold and biting cold.

Ming Jiali slightly asthma, a messy long hair on the layer of hoarfrost, the original shirtless body also put on a black tight leather, although the warmth is not good, but Ming Jiali strong There is also a thick and sturdy body, so the cold air of minus 30 degrees can not bring him too much influence.

This is a very old street. It is located in a remote place. There are many steel cars and motorcycles covered with white snow on the road. These motor vehicles have already become scrap iron...

On both sides are houses decades ago. They are very old. The walls are covered with traces of years. You can still see that many houses are old-fashioned yards. There are a lot of tree canes planted in the yard, but unfortunately those Most of the tree canes are frozen and withered, either covered with white snow or yellowed. The previous vitality has dissipated...

This……

This is where?

Ming Jiali smashed, and there was a vague familiarity in the bottom of my heart.

He closed his eyes and flashed some messy memories in his mind. He saw a little boy who was a little similar to himself, playing on this dilapidated street... and seeing the majestic and loving parents and the grandparents of Hefa’s face. ,correct. There are also two younger brothers and sisters who are dragging their noses...

Ming Jiali just wanted to see these memory fragments, but there was a tingling in his mind, which caused him to mourn in a low voice. I held my head again in pain and took a few deep breaths to calm down.

Perhaps the trauma to the brain is too difficult. So every time I recall my previous memories, Ming Jiali always has a stinging sigh...

Ming Jiali did not know, this is where he grew up when he was a child.

The grandfather's grandmother's old house is located here. Mingli has been living with his grandparents since childhood, and even Li Jiayu and Li Banyue lived here when they were very young.

Unfortunately, on the first day of the last day, the city also broke out with a deadly insect tide. Thousands of red beetles and sickle beetles were overwhelmingly killed, grandparents, and Li Jiamin’s parents. There are also some messy relatives who are also buried in the belly of the insects.

The only thing that Li’s family survived was Li Donglin’s family. If they added up, they would only be three people. What other three aunts and six women have become the past...

and so. The old house of Nuo Da was also abandoned. Even if Li Jiayu was shocked by the city, he would not bother to retrieve the old house and let it go.

Today, the old houses on this dilapidated street have become a refuge for a large group of refugees, and Lee’s old house is crowded with more than 50 people. Most of them are poor people who have fled from the rest of the city of Tiannan. Migrant workers, teachers, rich people, squatters, salesmen, civil servants, and wage earners have gathered a variety of occupations, and they have even lived in a nest. High-ranking officials at the department level, but unfortunately the hall level that once screamed and rained was like a poor worm here...

The street was very deserted and very embarrassing, and no one was seen.

Yes, it’s cold in the cold, and the cold wind can quickly freeze the ordinary people into ice sculptures. Who will run out and be cold?

"嘎吱"

At this time, the wooden door of Li's old house was pushed open, and the cold wind blowing into the door, a dozen men wearing thick clothes screamed out.

These dozens of men are all yellow and thin, their lips are blue, and their footsteps are vain. Obviously, they are not going to eat three meals. They are hungry for a while...

Although the clothes they wear are thick, but they are not warm, let alone the traditional down jackets, even the cotton sweaters are pitiful. They are all wearing ordinary clothes, there is a more exaggerated, wearing a dozen A worn shirt with two short sleeves on the head, used as a hat and scarf...

In the era of peace, this kind of dressing will definitely laugh at people, but nowadays this dressing is too common. Many people in the slums use summer clothes to keep out the cold. It’s strange to blame the **** doomsday for climate disorder. Not only did you see the sun, but the temperature was so low.

It is necessary to know that Yucheng is located in the extreme south of the subtropical zone. It has not been snowed for decades. Even in the past few months, the temperature has rarely dropped below zero. Naturally, the heavy clothing in the city is less. There are fewer, even if there are not many, hundreds of thousands of sets of refugees relative to seven million, is undoubtedly a lot less.

"Oh... that... you are good..."

Ming slammed the dozens of men and said hello. He wanted to ask where it was because he instinctively felt a different kindness to Li’s old house.

"Little brother, sorry..."

The middle-aged man headed by the eyelids, the national character face, the rough outline, wearing a set of dark green old guards coat, from the accent and face, not like the people of Tiannan province, but rather like the Northeast .

"We can't accommodate you... This old house is only over one hundred square meters, but there are more than 50 people living in it. It has already been overloaded and can't be crowded any more..."

The middle-aged man explained this sentence euphemistically.

He looked at Ming Jiali with a bitter face, a white frost on his head, and subconsciously thought that Ming Jiali was also a homeless hardship, looking around for a place to go, deliberately wanting to live in this old house. .

For this kind of wanderer, middle-aged people have seen too much, although the homeless wanderers will certainly be frozen to death in such a cold day, but middle-aged people must hardly refuse to accept... after all He also fell into poverty and was in dire straits. He had no ability to help others.

"No, no... two silly just want to ask where is this place..." Ming Jiali smiled and showed a yellow tooth to the cold-faced middle-aged man.

“Here is the Nanning Street in the Dongxing District of the south of the city. It is very remote. It is already a group of buildings in the 1970s... Perhaps you should not come to this poor kiln to beg, but should go to join the army and smash your muscles. It is as strong as a cow, and it should be able to have good treatment in the army. At the very least, it is also a matter of food and clothing..."

The middle-aged man nodded to Ming Ming, and immediately took a step, carrying a dozen men in the back to do business.

"No, no, the second stupid has already joined the army..." Ming Jiali hurriedly explained, and stammered and asked: "Where are you going? This cold weather..."

"Go for food."

The middle-aged man opened his lips and spewed a white mist in the cold air. He said this sentence simply and bluntly. Then he looked up and down and looked up and nodded. If Ming Ming was really a soldier, not a poor one. The wanderer can do a little bit of it, but this young man looks silly, afraid that there is no use value?

"Foraging? Ah, isn't it, the army doesn't send food every day? Haishu said with the second fool, every registered adult can get four gimmicks, the children are divided into two gimmicks, sometimes The army will also distribute some sweet potatoes, taro, and potatoes. Although it is rare, it can at least ensure that millions of people will not starve..."

Ming Jiali licked his mouth and said slowly that since joining the Warrior Camp, he no longer has to worry about food. With the status of a three-level low-ranking inheritor, the army will provide him with a large amount of rice and meat every day. Buns, enough for him to eat enough, he gradually forgot the hardships of the vast number of refugees, and they are cold and hungry every night.

"Oh, you don't understand the darkness..." The middle-aged man shook his head, his face was thick and dark, and his eyebrows tightened together. He laughed and said: "The magical plants brought back by General Li Jiayu can indeed produce a lot of food. However, if you want to produce food, you must consume the monster's corpse and flesh, and the crystal nucleus, which will quickly stimulate the energy... But in the past ten days, the siege bugs have been much less than before, which means The harvested monsters have a drastic reduction in the flesh and blood, and the food produced is naturally much less..."

"No, I remember that in the siege war ten days ago, I harvested a lot of magic turtles, tentacles, and corpses..." Ming tried to scratch the back of his head.

"Oh, think simple. Listen to some insiders and say that the corpse of the tentacle has a highly toxic poison that cannot be purified. It can't be used as a fertilizer..." The middle-aged man looked at the intricately and looked at the force, suddenly Turn: "Not to mention, the distribution rights of food are pinched in the hands of the army... There are a lot of cats in this, and the officers who distribute food are also selfish. It is still good, but even if it is more than half The situation is not uncommon... Everyone wants to eat, no one wants to hungry and hungry with a scorpion to hang their poor lives. Those officers who are full of pockets will sell the food they have deducted and profit from it... ..."

"This, how is this possible... The people in the warrior camp are very good..." Ming Jiali was amazed, and with his poor IQ, he couldn't understand the darkness of the human heart.

"Good fart!"

The middle-aged man snorted and the muscles on his side squirmed, apparently clenching his teeth. He said:

"A few days ago, the army also sent two or three gimmicks to each of us every day. But in these two or three days, the officers who manage this area will not directly distribute the food. Seeing the situation, they are completely dead, and I am After receiving the gossip, the group of soldiers sold the food that should have been given to us to the black market!" (Welcome to your support is my greatest motivation.)

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