Chapter 176 This Tone Is Like the Death-Taking Tone of the Devil

However, when other gathering places sent some news one after another.

These gathering places asked them in panic: "Have you seen those extremely terrifying monsters?"

Faced with this series of questions, their doubts were gradually confirmed. There really was a group of ferocious and terrifying mutant monsters in the wilderness.

At the same time, Bai Zuo and Mi Lan were still relentlessly hunting down the members of the Blood Feast who escaped.

They inevitably ran into people in the gathering places of this world.

Because most of the escaped Blood Feast members fled into various gathering places and blended into them to hide.

They wanted to use the shelter of the gathering places to let them escape the enemy's pursuit.

They had a good idea.

If it were other organizations, they would not offend people from the major gathering places for a few escaped remnants.

However, the Yiguihui had no such concerns at all.

The white leftist wore a black wide-collared long-sleeved shirt, revealing his beautiful collarbone, and slim-fitting motorcycle harem pants. A few ribbons were lazily dotted on the trouser legs, adding a bit of handsomeness to him.

This outfit made him look like a rebellious and handsome boy.

He attracted the attention of a group of girls in the gathering place.

"He is so handsome!"

"With that kind of temperament and the clothes he wears, could he be a young master from the central gathering place?"

In the doomsday, materials are scarce, and the clothes they wear are rough, all made of animal fur of the same style.

There is no way, there is too little land for cultivation, and all the land must be planted with high-yield crops such as rice, potatoes, etc. that can be eaten by humans.

Only those high-level people in the central gathering place who have a lot of resources can afford to wear this kind of cotton-padded clothes.

A group of girls and women surrounded him.

They tried their best to show themselves. Because of the lack of water, they were always unkempt and their smell was definitely not very good.

But they also tried to clean themselves up and show their best side to the white left.

In the doomsday.

Everyone's life is not easy, especially women. Beautiful women will become resources and be snatched by the upper class.

Even if they are not beautiful, they still have the value of reproduction.

Therefore, they will be bought and sold like commodities. In this doomsday, their status is very low. Unless they have strong military force, they cannot guarantee their safety at all.

Maybe the white left from a large gathering place is their only chance to change their fate.

Once they are favored by the white left, they can break free from this miserable life like purgatory.

These women have hope in their eyes.

The white left has become their only hope.

The white left has a cold expression. He did not show much impatience and disgust to these women who surrounded him.

Compared with those men who beat them and spoke badly to them at every turn, the white left's attitude is very friendly.

Despite this, he obviously had no interest in these women who surrounded him.

"Handsome guy, do you want to try it with me for one night? As long as you try, you will definitely enjoy it~"

"Handsome guy, choose me. I can wash clothes, cook, clean and do housework. I can also hunt and mend clothes. I will definitely take good care of you."

They just want to survive in this hell and live more like human beings.

Bai Zuo glanced at them.

These people have some scars on their bodies. Years of malnutrition have made them very thin.

They are wearing ill-fitting and messy clothes, and some even just have a few pieces of cloth hanging on them.

They are still lucky. This gathering place is not so inhumane and can tolerate them living here.

As long as they are willing to work, they can eat more or less. Although they can't eat enough, at least they won't starve to death.

"Call the leader of your gathering place over."

Bai Zuo found a man who looked like a leader. Judging from his clothes and temperament, he should be a caravan leader.

The captain of the caravan was startled, and then he said happily: "Excuse me, which base are you from? What do you want to see our leader for?"

Bai Zuo sighed. He was too lazy to explain, and directly stated his purpose: "Your gathering place has taken in a group of members of the Blood Feast Armed Forces who are wanted by us. Hand them over."

"Blood Feast Armed Forces?" The captain of the caravan had indeed heard of the reputation of this organization. Anyone in the caravan was very afraid that they would meet people from the Blood Feast in the wilderness.

Because once they met, it meant that the entire caravan would be destroyed.

Then, he asked in surprise: "Why are there members of the Blood Feast Armed Forces in our base?"

"Did you find the wrong one? The Blood Feast Organization wanders around in the wilderness. Unless they want to plunder a gathering place, they will not enter any gathering place."

Bai Zuo tilted his head slightly, and a spider appeared on his shoulder, "Did you find it?"

He threw the man aside and walked towards the address conveyed by the spiders.

This is the area where the middle-class people in this gathering place live. The buildings here are much more spacious and bright than those crowded buildings.

The man hurried over. There were many leaders living here, so they couldn't let the two sides collide with each other.

A group of people just came down from upstairs.

The one leading the group happened to be the second in command of the Blood Feast Armed Forces.

When he saw Bai Zuo, he was stunned at first, and did not recognize Bai Zuo at the first time.

After all, Bai Zuo was standing on the tall spider head at that time, and there was a distance between them.

They were almost scared to death, who would have the mind to see what Bai Zuo looked like?

Bai Zuo smiled at him and said, "I found you."

The second-in-command was stunned: "Looking for me? Who are you?"

Bai Zuo: "Did you forget so quickly?"

The second-in-command frowned and thought. If he had seen this face, he would never forget it, and the other party obviously seemed to recognize him. Could it be someone he had seen in the blood feast?

Wait, why does this voice sound so familiar.

The more the second-in-command looked at Bai Zuo, the hair on his back began to grow faintly.

This dark and depressing temperament, this tone like the king of death.

The second-in-command's face changed, he suddenly pulled over the subordinate next to him, pushed the subordinate out, and then ran away.

Damn it! Damn it, why did he hide here and still be found?

Bai Zuo slightly turned sideways.

The subordinate who was pushed over bumped into the caravan leader who was chasing after him.

"Ouch!"

"What's wrong with you? Why are you bumping into people?"

The caravan leader complained.

But the person who bumped into him looked as if he had seen a ghost, and stood there in a daze with fear.