The world enters the age of myth

Lu Yiming walked forward expressionlessly, his greedy eyes staring at the packed backpacks behind them. In fact, the clothes in their profession have been localized and are not too luxurious, but the heavy backpack cannot be faked, and there must be a lot of good stuff inside.

Of course, in public, no one would rashly disrupt the order of life here, but there were more women coming up to strike up a conversation.

Seeing all the scenes, Lu Yiming always felt that he had entered a very absurd wasteland world.

Even... the wasteland world is countless times stronger than this ghost place.

Human beings in the wasteland world can still live in groups, form cities, and continue to develop technology.

But in this world, living in groups with large numbers of people is a dead end. At most, they can only form small villages, and they are villages that often have to be relocated.

The upper limit of technology has been locked, and talents have completely withered.

He sighed inwardly.

A twisted world has created this twisted civilization, but this is also the way to survive here. Without a sufficient economic foundation, it is unrealistic to force humanitarian relief here.

Even if there is the support of Yunhai behind him, wanting to save everyone may not be too naive and simple.

After understanding the basic situation, Lu Yiming turned his head and said to Huang Fusheng: "Find the person in charge of this caravan. We have a big business to discuss with him. Do you think the people in this caravan are reliable?"

Huang Fusheng said quickly: "I don't know if it is reliable or not, but it has a good reputation and the people are very loyal. It has been operating here for more than ten years."

"Then it's him. Hurry up and lead the way."

Lu Yiming doesn't need the loyalty of these people, nor does he need their noble moral character, as long as they can do good things and complete transactions.

In the face of absolute combat power, all conspiracies and machinations are all illusions.

Compared with these poor people, Yunhaihao is too rich. Even if it allows the other party to take advantage of it, it won't be a big problem.

"Okay, boss! I'll go right away." It's easy to deal with cheerful people. After Huang Fusheng got the power, he stepped forward in small steps.

He found a soldier and discussed it for a while. Since he was a familiar face here and had a little reputation, he soon got an opportunity to meet with the market leader.

"Don't be troublesome!" The patrol led them to a small room.

The leader of the "Red Rose" caravan is a bearded man in his thirties, 1.8 meters tall, named Hu Kefu.

His body shape is definitely one of the best in the world. Before the disaster, he was a basketball player on the school team and was still in high school. Twenty years later, he became the owner of a caravan.

"What do you want from me?"

Hu Kefu, who has a beard, is reading the barely preserved popular novels. Although he has read these novels many times, he still enjoys them.

He stuffed a tuber from an unknown plant into his mouth. This tuber had a faint sweet taste and was a good snack.

The premise is that you cannot eat too much at one time, otherwise you are likely to have diarrhea.

He was slightly surprised when he saw Lu Yiming and others who were a level taller than him.

These people seemed to be strangers.

Without enough nutrients, there is no way to grow muscles and no way to grow taller. This is for sure. A person's net worth can be roughly judged from his size and complexion.

And these young people look to be in their twenties... Judging by their age, they were just born when the disaster broke out. How did they grow so big?

"A foreigner?"

It’s really a big deal…

"Mr. Hu Kefu, do you have any magic potion here, or the formula for the magic potion? We will pay a large price for it." Huang Fusheng stepped forward, smiled shyly, and asked directly.

"Is the potion... for your son? What type do you want? We have a total of 7 different types here..." Hu Kefu asked cautiously.

Basically, their caravans will not sell magic potion formulas at will. Because once the formula is released, it may create a competitor for itself.

As for the finished products, they can be sold as long as the price is right. The fact that humans have been able to survive until now is not only due to Roshan, but also because of the emergence of magic potions, which gave more people the ability to resent.

"What do you have here?"

"Soul-eating rat, black letter son, windbreaker... But the price is not cheap. Where have you made a fortune these days? Do you want the kind of soul-eating rat?" The bearded man asked casually, trying to get more information. .

"What's the success rate?" Huang Fusheng asked again without answering.

"As you know, this kind of thing depends on your willpower... everyone is different."

The two chatted in a low voice, two cunning guys talking to each other.

Since both of them used local slang and spoke relatively fast, Lu Yiming could only listen attentively and barely understand a general idea.

He looked up at language expert Li Weiyi.

This expert can be regarded as a language genius, with the strongest learning ability, and the most proficient in the local language in a short period of time. No matter what, they and their group would not be sold out by Huang Fusheng and help others count the money.

Li Weiyi said softly: "There are a total of seven kinds of magic potions here. Depending on the type, the success rate is between 30% and 60%. The stronger the resentment, the lower the success rate. As for the price, it is naturally an exchange of things." thing. But this bearded man seems reluctant to sell the formula..."

"30-60% chance of success?" Lu Yiming frowned. He was not too satisfied with this probability.

At least for the humans on the Unkai, even a 60% success rate is unqualified.

"Yes, I think their formula of using poison to fight poison is just a product of empiricism. It is just like our ancient Chinese medicine. It may have a certain effect, but it has not yet formed a systematic theory. If we take it back to the Yunhai and study it carefully, The success rate may continue to go up a little bit.”

Liu Xuwei touched his chin and said: "But he refuses to sell, what should I do? Could it be that we can't just rob him, but it's not impossible..."

Zhong Peng pursed his lips and said, "You think about robbery all day long. I think they also have some special abilities. Maybe you will capsize in the gutter. And if you want a long-term transaction, robbery alone is not enough. .”

Lu Yiming didn't want to spend too much time fussing over such trivial matters. It didn't matter to him who gained and who lost.

Because on their side, all they paid was some insignificant supplies...

He frowned and said to Huang Fusheng: "Old Huang, ask this boss directly if he wants to have more wealth, a safer living environment, better resource supplies, and a safer place to live. If you want, talk to us. If you don’t want to cooperate, we’ll find another place. They’re not the only market in this continent, what can we hide?”

"We want the recipe, the recipe."

Now that the big boss had spoken, Huang Fusheng could only bite the bullet, put away all the fuss in his heart, stopped nagging the other party, and directly repeated the words.

And I don’t know what mentality I had, but I said it very loudly.

"We want the formula, the formula!"

“The deals we bring are beyond your imagination!”

Um?

More wealth, a safer living environment?

As a result, the bearded Hu Kefu narrowed his eyes and looked at them like a fool.

What a loud tone!

Who hasn't seen Hu Kefu survive in this desperate world now? At the beginning, when the order was chaotic, the most numerous people were actually... liars!

Many of these people who brag to the sky are found dead in the gutter the next day.

Although the number of scammers has gradually become less and less over the years, now they are popping up again?

Hu Kefu has long given up any expectations for the future of mankind.

It's not just him, it's the same for almost everyone. He can live one day at a time, but the days in the future are so illusory that he doesn't even want to think about them. Even a very large caravan of one or two thousand people does not have the willingness to change too much.

"A few outsiders can cheat and run away, right..."

There was a subtle sarcasm in his eyes.

Huang Fusheng, who is usually very clever, must be mentally abnormal.

Of course, Hu Kefu was thinking this in his heart, and he would never show it in his demeanor. The most important thing for people here is "not showing their emotions". Even if they think the other person is mentally retarded, they will not get angry directly, let alone sarcastic words...

Because once conflicts arise, negative emotions will increase significantly.

Either there is no conflict, the person is kicked out, or... it is better to just kill someone. If you kill someone, there will be no negative emotions.

"Forget it, believe it or not... we only need the formula and potion-related materials. Are these enough? If you are interested, please give me a price."

Lu Yiming didn't bother to talk to him and gently placed a package on the table.

There was a soft "bang" sound.

Sounds like a good portion.

"Look."

Hu Kefu raised his head. This foreigner's accent was a bit strange. What a loud tone, I want to see what is there!

The package looks quite full. At first glance, it contains a lot of messy supplies.

He waved his hand and directed a man under him to check the supplies in the package. This man has a cold expression and is about thirty years old. He looks somewhat similar to Hu Kefu. He should be a cousin or other blood relative.

As a result, ten seconds later, his body suddenly froze and his eyes brightened slightly.

Lu Yiming felt a few glances coming from behind the screen in the room.

The thirty-year-old man said a few more words in Hu Kefu's ear, seeming a little excited.