Chapter 390： acquaintance?

Su Changxing nodded approvingly, and said with a light smile, "Well, you are rich. It's not surprising that someone like you becomes a soldier and a general."

Wu Qingsheng shook his head, and said, "Brother Su is joking, people like us are lowly, not destined to be generals."

"The general may not be able to become an Extraordinary. He can survive the apocalypse. The dead are nothing." Su Changxing said calmly.

At this time, the monk made a movement, slowly opened his eyes, and said, "Where are we?"

Su Changxing handed him a bottle of water and said, "We have already left the gathering place and escaped."

The monk took a gulp of water and asked, "Where are the people in the gathering place?"

Su Changxing thought for a while and said, "Probably half of them died, and thousands of people blocked the gathering place in the morning light."

The monk froze for a moment, opened his eyes wide and said, "How dare they? How dare they? Don't they care about so many lives?"

Wu Qingsheng took a deep breath and said, "Brother, the position you stand on is different, and what you see is different. For those who stand on top, life is valuable, and they can sacrifice for something of greater value."

Su Changxing nodded and agreed: "That's right, it's just unfair to the dead. They were forced to choose death."

The monk didn't speak any more, his eyes were dim, and he fell into silence with his head down.

"There seems to be something wrong with the above, and it should be someone else found."

Wu Qingsheng looked up and heard a clear noise.

Su Changxing walked into the city hall with him, and saw more than a dozen people on the second floor confronting them.

"We came here first, isn't it good for you to drive us away, and it's getting late now, it's dangerous outside."

The person who spoke was a young man carrying a backpack, probably a college student, and he was also accompanied by some young people, both men and women.

Wu Qingsheng strode up, looking slow, the sound of footsteps echoed in the hall, observed these people, and said with a smile:

"Aren't you worried that we are in danger? Are you being too naive? If I were you, I would definitely find a way to get out of here first."

Although these people didn't seem to be in any danger, he was still going to drive them away. One more thing would be better than one thing less, and there would always be trouble keeping them here.

As soon as these words came out, more than a dozen people all changed their faces. They didn't think these people looked like good people.

Especially the person who spoke, his hand was broken, blood was still oozing from the bandage, and he didn't blink his eyes when he spoke.

Properly ruthless.

Su Changxing walked up, looked at those people and raised his eyebrows, and found that there were a few people he knew before, in the same university and in the same class, but he seldom went to class, so he was not familiar with them.

Is it because they were both in class at the time, so they were dropped in the same area?

It is indeed possible.

Su Changxing said suddenly, "It's really dangerous outside now, since they want to stay here, let's stay here."

Wu Qingsheng nodded when he heard the words, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he said with a smile: "Since Brother Su has said so, you can stay here, but you can only stay on the second floor at night, don't run around."

He paused, looked at the dozen or so people, and continued: "Huh? You don't thank Brother Su, but he saved you."

They looked at each other, and then said in unison, "Thank you, Brother Su."

Su Changxing frowned, thinking that Wu Qingsheng was good at everything, but he liked to show off too much, so he said flatly, "I'm just telling the truth."

As night fell, the dozen or so people sat around and discussed quietly.

Among them was Qiu Jing, who had a light scar on his face and said, "Do you know that person? He should be a student at the same age as us."

The rest of the people shook their heads, indicating that they didn't know each other.

A woman with long braids and a fair complexion said, "Maybe someone just kept us out of kindness, and there's no reason for that."

Qiu Jing then noticed that Qu Zhaoyu was frowning and seemed to be thinking about something, and asked, "Why, Zhaoyu, did you find anything?"

Qu Zhaoyu thought about it and said, "I think he looks like someone in our class, but it's unlikely?"

Another woman with a dirty, dusty face opened her eyes wide and said:

"Are you talking about the person who sometimes comes to class in a wheelchair? It does look a bit like that, but it's unlikely. He's obviously not alone. What's his name? I think his surname is also Su."

Apart from the appearance, the biggest difference between Su Changxing and the original is the temperament, which will not make people associate with the same person at all.

A strange idea popped up in Qu Zhaoyu's mind, and he said, "Su Changxing, you don't remember me, but you do. He was admitted to our school with terrible scores. He could have gone to Kyoto University, but he didn't."

He then smiled and said: "Huang Keying, you can ask later, maybe you can ask for some food."

The woman with a dirty face shook her head and said, "Well, let's forget it, it would be nice if others let us stay here."

Qiu Jing frowned, and said a little dissatisfied: "Hmph, we came here first."

Qu Zhaoyu patted his shoulder and said in a low voice:

"Those people are not easy to provoke at first glance. They must be not ordinary people who can gather so many people in the end. Don't provoke them, otherwise we will feel better. Do you still remember the incident a few days ago?"

Qiu Jing showed frustration, and blamed herself: "It's really my fault, don't worry, I won't act rashly this time."

Qu Zhaoyu nodded and said in a deep voice:

"Well~www.novelhall.com~ As long as we can get through tonight safely, we will leave here tomorrow. I read on the forum that the gathering place we were going to was wiped out by the dawn during the day."

Huang Keying exclaimed: "Why did they do this?"

Qu Zhaoyu shook his head and said, "I don't know, anyway, there are a lot of voices condemning Chen Xi's organization on the forum, we'd better be careful and stay away from them as much as possible."

Qiu Jing nodded in agreement and said, "Zhaoyu is right, we still have to rely on ourselves in this doomsday world."

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The monk sat cross-legged in the corner, chanting the scriptures in a low voice, just as he was in the temple before, without distractions.

They also sat around a pile, with a small bonfire in the middle. A large pot of meat porridge was cooking on the bonfire. Huang Longhu stirred it with a large iron spoon, and the aroma overflowed with the smoke.

"This brother, was a monk before?"

Wu Qingsheng glanced at Wei Huo who was sitting cross-legged in the corner, and said.

Su Changxing nodded and said, "It's the same now, a real monk."

Wu Qingsheng asked curiously: "I don't know how Brother Su got hurt like this?"

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