Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

After joining the brotherhood, Old Tang took Lu Meng to get familiar with this contact point for a while, and then let him learn about it on his own.

If Lu Meng needs to use the resources of the organization, he must personally coordinate and pay for it. Old Tang does not have the absolute power to mobilize them.

——Of course, if Old Tang really speaks, other members will follow it, but this is just out of respect for his status and strength.

It is also considered an exchange of interests.

Before leaving, Lu Meng took out two bottles of wine and gave them to Old Tang. A gift of this quality was just right.

Then Lu Meng walked up to the second floor alone, where there should be a plastic surgeon...

It's said to be plastic surgery, but it's just a matter of relatively advanced makeup skills.

In this era, it is difficult for people to imagine that in the past, there was plastic surgery involving bone cutting, bone filling, and injection of various drugs. The common meaning of "plastic surgery" has gradually changed, becoming the upper meaning of makeup and disguise.

This is the weakening of word meaning and the social nature of language.

Runaway slaves were often bald, and wanted criminals could come to a plastic surgeon to disguise themselves if they had any distinguishing features.

——In other words, it’s “shaking face” again.

In addition to the fixed five hundred coins, Lu Meng also gave the remaining bottle of wine to the doctor.

This is to serve him better.

Also a warning.

People who are willing to pay a higher price to change their appearance must value privacy more.

Unlike others, plastic surgeons are bound to see their clients’ true appearance.

This makes their identity extremely sensitive. Except for daily business, everyone will avoid having too close personal relationships with plastic surgeons, because it can easily cause doubters to take drastic actions.

…

Before putting on the cane hat and mask again, Lu Meng looked at his new appearance through the broken lenses and was very satisfied.

The plastic surgeon gave him a medicinal powder.

The powder added gray flecks to his otherwise pure white hair, making it look like silver faded by aging.

Lu Meng's forehead was glued with wrinkles one after another using animal glue, and then the skin color, which was originally full of vitality, became dull and lost its luster.

He really looks like an old man.

A plastic surgery won't last long, but it can be used to get through the first few days of integrating into the streets.

Finally, Lu Meng went to see the old hunter Zhang Ying.

He told Zhang Ying what happened to the Bone Dogs, but didn't tell him about the Fog Man.

This level of intelligence is enough for the veteran hunter to be wary, but it doesn't reveal that he knows too much information that he shouldn't know.

Unlike Old Tang, in the eyes of these old people who are really crawling at the bottom of the wasteland, it doesn't matter whether you are Leiber or the Holy Kingdom, it's all bullshit.

The banner of the Lang Ninja Group may not be effective, but will shift the object of suspicion to Lu Meng himself.

After listening to Lu Meng's narration, Zhang Ying just nodded silently without any panic.

"Master Zhang, what do you think?"

"What else can there be? The hub station was destroyed once before, and now it's just happening again."

The old hunter adjusted his bowstring and made a clanging sound.

“As for me—fifty is a hurdle, and it’s difficult for people here to live to this age.

"But once this threshold is passed, it will be difficult for people to die again."

Lu Meng nodded: "As long as you know it."

The old people in the wasteland are like veterans on the battlefield. The cruel environment makes people's average life span low. Anyone who can live to a sufficient age shows that they have accumulated various experiences in elimination. Even if they are older, they will survive more easily than strong young people.

"In return, let me tell you something." Zhang Ying stopped what he was doing and continued:

“Last time the boss of Hongfang came to me and vaguely revealed something, hinting that they were connected to the big shots above.

"Because, if those big shots want to investigate anything, they have to ask Hongxing to help lead the way.

"Then when I encountered the Bone Dog incident, I thought they were here to investigate these bastards...but now it seems that may not be the case."

Lu Meng hid the glint in his eyes: "Is it appropriate for Master Zhang to tell me this?"

Although this information is very beneficial to him, after all, it is a private conversation between Jiao Yi and Zhang Ying. If it is leaked to an outsider like this, it will easily make the other party doubt this person's character and motives.

"You should know," the old hunter said with his usual expression, "It's easy for promising young people to look down on us old guys who are about to be buried."

"Been taught a lesson."

Lu Meng would not fully believe it, but he could also guess that Jiao Yi at least used both soft and hard tactics during the negotiation process.

"By the way, if Master Zhang knows where Lu Yong is, you can tell him." Lu dreamed of the craftsman.

"Just say: 'If you want to survive, stay in Wanyan Street and don't go out again.'"

"Exact words?"

"If you feel the tone is not strong enough, you can help me add more."

"The bow made by that boy is actually pretty good." Zhang Ying nodded.

Of course, just staying in the street cannot guarantee that you will be safe from the impact, but if you are still going back and forth between the street and the black market during this period, you will definitely die if you bump into the Fog Man.

The invasion of the Fog Men was bound to cause countless casualties, but Lu Meng did not spread the news widely, "trying to avoid this disaster."

He's not a weather forecaster.

The mythical beasts that foretell disasters are instead regarded as the source of unknown dangers.

Have you not seen Tian Feng’s story?

If Lu Meng is really running around telling people about it, then before the Fog Man arrives, he will probably be regarded as a madman or a cultist who spreads the word that the apocalypse is coming; and after the Fog Man really arrives, he will not be regarded as a hero. Instead, Fangshi will pursue why he knew it so accurately and in detail in advance, thereby exposing the secret and even endangering his life.

And he told Old Tang all the information, and warned and warned Lu Yong, the old hunter, not just to exchange information with them for benefits.

Now Old Tang will mobilize the members of the Brotherhood, and the black market is very likely to save the next part. In addition, Zhang Ying and Lu Yong's preparations will also indirectly increase the survival rate of some people.

These people would accept his kindness and allow Lu Meng to help preserve some of the hub humans to the maximum extent while also expanding his own safety zone, which was considered a win-win situation within his ability.

Lu Meng returns home.

Also coming with him are several black market guards assigned by Old Tang. They can help move, so that more things can be taken away at one time.

Xiaogu had already woken up. After Lu Meng checked the dog's injury, he did not let him follow the moving team. Instead, he let him go to the wild and tried to move around with Lu Meng as the center.

First of all, Xiaogu is not used to getting along with other humans like Huo Buyang.

Secondly, the other humans living in the streets would not accept such a beast.

Lu Meng himself, after everyone left, took off his original robe and put on the bone armor that Li Liu had made.

This bone armor actually used his previous leather jacket as the outer lining, and the inside was made of bone strips and bone fragments that were strung and sewn tightly together.

The big dog head that Lu Meng brought back was stripped of flesh and blood, the eye sockets were cut out, and then tied with a rope to become a natural helmet.

The skull is originally the hardest part of the biological skeleton.

He took off his cane hat and mask and put on this bone helmet.

White hair spilled out from the gaps.

The skull, gray teeth, and white hair exude a sense of eeriness.

Having been active under the identity of "Lu Beiyou" for so long, now, the name "Lu Meng"... might as well be another kind of vest.

Thanks to two book friends, Thelma 1111 and Yeli Xinluo, for their tips!