Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 423 Died There
The engine of the off-road vehicle slowly died down and stopped two hundred meters away from the convoy.

Song Shi opened the car door and got out.

The convoy that was originally carrying people to the temporary camp suddenly became solemn. Two middle-aged men looked at each other and stood up.

They were all dressed in hard-wearing jackets, overalls and jeans, patched and with large patches of fabric. One of them picked up an assault rifle, held it in front of him, and pulled the safety without concealing it.

"No harm."

Song Shi raised his voice a little and showed his whole body generously, showing that he had no signs of any weapons.

"I'm alone here, and I just happened to meet you guys. I want to hang out with you guys. What do you say?"

The man holding the rifle examined the young man in front of him. He was not very old and had no obvious signs of prosthetic implants. In this case, his natural hands, the inside of his ring finger and the base of his thumb had no calluses, indicating that he rarely used firearms.

That would be a huge problem.

He is not proficient in weapons, has no prosthetics, is very young, and yet he ventures into the wilderness alone.

——Either he is a moron or a ruthless person.

But where is the cruelty?
At this moment, the companion next to the gunman spoke.

"Friend." He said in a deep voice, "We don't have much food and water left, but I can share some with you. But I don't think we have much to share with you."

"My friend, are you alone?"

Suddenly, a hoarse voice interrupted.

He was an old man in his sixties or seventies. The wrinkles on his face reminded people of hills and valleys eroded by wind. The wrinkles on his face were muddy, hard, and deep colors were deposited in every crevice.

He walked out of a felt tent in the camp. It was obvious that he was of high status. When the two men blocking the door saw him, their expressions suddenly became more respectful.

The old man nodded slightly to them as a gesture of understanding, then looked at the young man in front of him.

"one person."

Facing this gaze, Song Shi did not hesitate and answered loudly: "Add an intelligent machine."

Lapis Lazuli flew out: "Hello."

When he saw the intelligent robot, the old man's brows changed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. He looked at the young man and the intelligent robot for a few breaths, then turned around.

"Then come in."

The two people standing by were stunned for a moment, then startled and lowered their voices: "Uncle Qiao Sen, this is too bold!"

“My feeling.” The old man called “Qiao Sen” shook his head: “They are very clean.”

The words were not uttered in a low voice.

Then come in.

Song Shi parked his car at the edge of the camp and surrounded the camp with other vehicles, mainly pickup trucks. Most of the latter were covered with a thick layer of dustproof cloth. The barren land in this area was very windy and sandy at night.

This wanderer tribe is not large, or even quite small, with only six pickup trucks and a van, most of which are covered with rust, and a total of just over 20 members.

Song Shi also noticed one thing, these people were all quite old.

The two members in charge of the guard were said to be "middle-aged men", but upon closer inspection, they were probably over 50 years old.

".What are you planning to do in the wasteland?"

It was getting dark, and two bonfires lit up in the middle of the camp. The flames flickered in the wind, reflecting two faces with a deep orange color.

The old man did not ask Song Shi’s name, nor did he give his own.

He stared at the campfire, as if the fire could burn away the cloudiness in his eyes.

"Go to Ye'nan." Song Shi put his hand into the fire, feeling the temperature.

"Yenan."

The old man muttered the word: "Well, you should go there."

"How to say?"

Song Shi turned his head away.

Not far away, Lapis Lazuli was maintaining prosthetic bodies and repairing equipment for people. The resources of this tribe of wanderers were obviously not abundant, and when they encountered such things, their attitude towards them suddenly softened a lot.

"Youth. Youth is the best gift." After a few breaths, the old man slowly said, "Yenan is big enough to accommodate everyone. You have a future there."

Song Shi asked very naturally: "Then why didn't you go?"

The old man chuckled.

"You've already seen it, haven't you? Our tribe has long been in name only." He picked up a piece of coal and placed it on the edge of the campfire: "The future belongs to the young, not to old guys like me."

“They all went to Yenan.” He said: “More than a decade ago, our family was divided.”

Song Shi understood what the other party was saying.

Under the leadership of the first Lord of Ye Nan, the forces that were defeated in the Seven Lands War came together, first defeated and then victorious, becoming one of the final winners and laying the foundation for the current world situation.

Wanderers are naturally part of the composition of [Yenan].

——After all, compared to other forces, they have an innate affinity for the new country [Yenan] where the "losers" came from.

During the Seven Lands War, several large tribes of wanderers defected to Ye'nan. Relying on their advantages in the wasteland operations, they successfully gained a fixed home after the war and ended their wandering life in the wasteland.

Life in the wasteland is not easy.

This is a territory far beyond civilization.

Since the end of the Seven Lands War, new wanderers have continued to choose to join Ye'nan until now. Even some large tribes that were once famous have either disappeared due to personnel loss or the entire tribe has joined Ye'nan.

The small tribe in front of us is just an insignificant member of them.

"Okay, let's not talk about the future then." Song Shi roasted a bunch of dried white maggots and put them in his mouth: "Just ask what are your plans for the future?"

"In a few days, this area will enter a storm period." The old man coughed twice without raising his head and replied, "We need to go north to a place without wind and sand."

"Exclusive route?" Song Shi became a little interested.

"Exclusive route. That's not something a small tribe like ours can have." The old man laughed: "We..."

"It's just a little bit of inherited experience." Song Shi said the next sentence for him.

For the first time, the old man showed a hint of surprise on his face. He tilted his head and asked, "Have you ever lived in the Wanderer Tribe?"

"I guess so." Song Shi laughed. "I followed a few tribes through the wasteland for a while. It was troublesome, but also quite interesting. Don't you wanderers love to talk about family inheritance? I guess it is."

".Is that so?"

The old man thought for a while, then nodded: "I just feel that you are relatively 'clean'. Strange, for people who have been wanderers, I think I have a good eye, but you don't have much of a wanderer vibe."

“That’s probably because I’ve been in other professions for much longer than being a wanderer.”

Song Shi smiled.

"Go north. What should we do when we get to the north?" He then asked, "Continue to wander? Or find a temporary community to gather together?"

"And then die there," said the old man.

(End of this chapter)