Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 625 Grand Gathering

Baige City.

The original location of the city hall building has now been replaced by a hill-like building.

The cement blocks, abandoned vehicles and debris that were transported were piled up with the building as the main axis to form the outer layer of the mountain. Thus, a mountain of reinforced concrete over 100 meters high rose from the ground. The stairs woven from iron nets surrounded the mountain and became the only way to the top of the mountain.

There is a deep cave at the top. Only when you enter it can you find that it is actually a renovated small room. The furnishings are simple, with only a single bed and a pair of tables and chairs, and two layers of newspapers on the floor.

"Lord Nandou, we accepted 127 new people yesterday. Most of them heard about the grand rally and wanted to come to ask for food. There were also a few people who wanted to cause trouble with weapons. We killed them all and hung their bodies next to the flag-raising platform."

A man in his early thirties, wearing a black shirt, stood respectfully at the door of the room.

"Didn't I tell you?" Song Shi sat cross-legged with his eyes closed: "Don't tell me these things."

"You are our leader, how can we hide it from you?"

Mei Hongyi said solemnly: "It is because of you that we have weapons, drinkable water, and collected food."

"——Let's not talk about other people for now."

Song Shi said.

"As a second-ring Consensus, no matter how fierce the war is, as long as you don't actively seek death, you will have a comfortable place to live, high-quality food, beautiful women, and the power to dominate others."

"No, this is different." Mei Hongyi spoke faster: "At most, I can only make my own life comfortable, but you are different. You can protect so many people and provide them with a home."

"You should go and see that many of the people you would have met in the past would have fought each other to pieces, but now they live in harmony here."

Mei Hongyi's expression was extremely pious.

"It wasn't some external force that intervened, or modified their thoughts and consciousness. You changed everything simply by your own personal charm."

"The goal of Consensus is to achieve a consensus that is unifying everything without distinction." The man said in a deep voice, "But you have achieved the consensus of these different people without activating your spiritual energy."

"you are wrong."

Song Shi finally opened his eyes.

"Since I have activated my spiritual power, they are not completely different people."

Mei Hongyi said respectfully, like a student listening to instructions: "You go ahead."

"Consensus's method is direct, while Dayuan's method is indirect. You can directly tamper with people's minds, but I first purified the environment of Baige City, and then gave people confidence, and then changed their minds."

"Different people?" Song Shi looked at the other party and said calmly: "No, they are all the same people, a group of people who want to live. When you can keep them alive, most of the contradictions and discords will disappear."

"I'm listening." Mei Hongyi said.

"Mei Hongyi, I have walked thousands of miles, and you are the strongest one among those who took the initiative to follow me." Song Shi suddenly said: "I heard that you have been in sales, served as a wedding emcee, worked as a psychologist, and worked in a company for a few days. You have rich experience. I have a question for you. You don't need to think too much, just speak directly from your heart."

"You say."

"Death can inspire people's potential and unleash incredible power, and so can faith. I think you have heard these two arguments many times. The question I want to ask you is, which one do you think has a stronger power, 'death' or 'faith'?"

Mei Hongyi was stunned.

He didn't expect the other party to ask such a question.

Normally, with his spiritual power of [Consensus], Mei Hongyi could accurately read most people's thoughts without them realizing it. But for some people with strong wills or those who have received professional closed-minded training, he could only use more active and violent methods of spying.

However, facing a psychic who had reached the fourth ring, no matter how violent the means were, it would only bring disaster to himself. Besides, he was not willing to use those means to intrude on the privacy of this respected and admired person.

Mei Hongyi pondered for a while.

Then he looked up and gave his answer.

"--belief."

"Lord Nandou." Mei Hongyi said solemnly, "I believe that the power brought by faith is much stronger than death."

Song Shi looked at him.

"We often hear that death can make people burst out with unprecedented and extraordinary strength, but I don't think that's actually the case." Mei Hongyi straightened his back: "The strength of those people is not brought by the threat of death, but by faith - their belief in survival."

"This is the source of their power, and death is just the driving force that stimulates this source."

"Yeah." Song Shi didn't comment.

After spending these days together, Mei Hongyi got used to the other party's non-judgmental character, and immediately said: "More and more people are coming, so we took the lead in organizing a patrol team to maintain order. There are many people with military backgrounds in it, and it is well organized."

"Would you consider stepping forward and encouraging them?"

Song Shi shook his head: "I won't come out to encourage you. Whether it's patrols or maintaining order, it's all your responsibility - I must remind you that I'm not your leader, supervisor or commander."

"You can choose to follow me, that's your business." Song Shi said: "But I will definitely not be your leader, that's my business."

Mei Hongyi rubbed his brows. Similar conversations had happened between the two several times before.

To be precise, relying on his observation ability far beyond that of normal people, he had realized these days that the other party and all those who had achieved high positions in Baige City like himself had clearly conveyed this attitude.

But if you don't want to be a leader, why would you travel thousands of miles to build a home here in this troubled times?

At this moment, Mei Hongyi really wanted to use his spiritual power to figure out what the other person was thinking.

But he quickly regained his composure.

Firstly, the thought was quickly suppressed, and secondly, it was simply impossible to do.

He asked again: "What about the big gathering?"

"I will show up on the last day of the rally." Song Shi stared at the ceiling: "It's been more than a month, and it's time."

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Marsh parked the jeep on the side of a street, where the broken glass, rubble and corpses had been cleaned up once, barely restoring some peacetime scenery. If you ignore the ruins of the building next to it that was blasted through and collapsed.

"Stop right there."

The young man opened the car door and said, "Don't worry about someone driving away or stealing your gasoline. We have set up a patrol team, and order is our top priority."

"Not necessarily." Marsh got out of the car and shook his head. "Before the war, there were still many car thieves in the city. If you lose your car today, you can see it in the second-hand market tomorrow." "Yes. So try to go to the sacred mountain. The closer you are to the sacred mountain, the more patrols there are."

"Sacred Mountain?"

Hearing this word, Marsh's expression became a little subtle, as if some bad memories were brought back.

Eleven years ago, the first nuclear bomb announced the outbreak of the Seven Lands War. In the first few years, it was not so bad, and all parties still held back a little. But as the war continued to intensify, there was no such thing as restraint or holding back. The intensity of the war soared, and order collapsed madly.

In the ruins of the city, in the dilapidated wilderness, and in the corridors of the tube-shaped buildings, all kinds of new and old religions and heresies have emerged all at once, worshiping all kinds of things. They are all a revelry of demons and monsters, and they cannot be stopped despite repeated bans.

Even if the gear worship cult is destroyed today, a bunch of screw, nut and wrench worship cults will emerge the day after tomorrow, claiming to have inherited the only orthodox one.

Not to mention others, just talking about Marsh himself, the number of "saints", "prophets", "sages" and "gods" he has met over the years is no less than two dozen.

It is true that in addition to ordinary people who pretend to be gods, there are also some psychics among them who truly possess incredible powers - but what does that have to do with gods or saints?

Thinking of this, Marsh even had the idea of ​​turning around and running away.

"Don't get me wrong, we are not some modern cultists." The young man noticed that Marsh didn't say anything, and he obviously guessed what the latter was thinking. He smiled and said, "Lord Nandou never claimed to be a saint or a god, nor did he talk about the coming of the end of the world or the bliss of the afterlife. This 'Sacred Mountain' is just what we call it in private."

Marsh thought that this was something that cultists often say, but he let out a sigh of relief: "Is that so?"

“Don’t you feel it?” The young man said devoutly, “Think carefully about the air we breathe now.”

Marsh was startled, and subconsciously took two deep breaths, then realized something: "It's not choking."

"Lord Nandou purified the environment of Baige City. You didn't see that scene with your own eyes, and the video you recorded didn't move you one ten-thousandth of it. Isn't this a miracle?"

"And the place where Nan Dou, who created this miracle, lives." The young man said solemnly, "We call it the 'Shenshan Mountain'. Is there anything wrong with that?"

"Okay, it seems I thought too much." Marsh nodded: "Sorry."

The young man waved his hand and said, "It doesn't matter. Just listening to a few words from me is too weak. The big rally will last for several days. You can see it with your own eyes. Come, I will take you to buy the Type 5 neutralizer first."

When the purpose of coming here was mentioned, Marsh's expression straightened up and he hurriedly followed.

He looked all the way and found that what the young man said was true.

The "big rally" was quite popular. Even though there were still two days before the official start, quite a few people came here, and there was even a bustling scene. This made Marsh, who had lived as a wanderer for several years, feel as if he was in another world.

However, under the patrol of men carrying shiny guns and wearing uniform flame-patterned badges on their chests, most people remained restrained - the bodies of the remaining small group were hung naked on the barbed wire.

Marsh's eyes stayed on the body for a few seconds and then moved away.

Before the war, he was a cook at a hot dog stand outside a stadium. The biggest murder he had ever committed in his life was when he got angry at the beef brisket he bought from the supermarket. By now, he had taken more than one or two lives.

Rather than the corpses, he was more interested in the arms of several patrol members. The hexagonal scales were closely arranged, reflecting the luster of the alloy, and the exposed carbon muscle bundles were entangled together, leaving no doubt about the amazing power they could unleash.

"This is a prosthetic limb?" Marsh asked. "I remember this thing is very high-end. You actually have one?"

"Wanderers are very free, but this is not a good thing. You have been in the wasteland for a long time, so you are still a little isolated from the news." The young man smiled and said, "You are talking about things that happened a few years ago. Prosthetics are much more popular now. Haven't you noticed that many mercenaries have them? Of course, they are still not cheap."

"But these artificial bodies of ours were stolen. Lord Nandou traveled thousands of miles and wiped out countless bandit nests and warlord dens. We got a lot of weapons and equipment, as well as food and medicine."

At this point, the young man snorted: "The warlords' lairs are full of branded goods. They don't have the guts to rob super companies."

In other words, it was bought in a fair and open manner.

Marsh nodded and said nothing more.

Evaluation is meaningless, and speaking can't change anything. He has been so tired since a long time ago that he simply stopped talking about these things.

But according to what the other party said, I'm afraid that the type 5 neutralizer also came from this.
Half an hour later, Marsh followed the young man to a large hospital. The company logo of Emerald Pharmaceuticals at the gate had been severely scratched, and the density of patrol teams around it had increased significantly, probably to prevent anyone from taking risks.

There is no doubt that hospitals are one of the main targets of attack during wartime, and international humanitarian laws become a piece of waste paper from the moment a full-scale war breaks out.

This is the case with this private hospital that once belonged to the super company [Emerald Pharmaceuticals]. A considerable part of the building is now in a state of collapse.

However, Jade Pharmaceuticals only transferred the most valuable assets at the beginning. Now, after picking and choosing, many medical devices can still be found, so Nan Dou’s followers re-established this place as a hospital and drug exchange.

Marsh noticed several people staggering out of the hospital, stumbling toward unknown directions.

"Although we have robbed several warlords of their supplies, medical resources are never enough." The young man's voice deepened and he shook his head slightly. "Some people are too sick or injured. We can't treat them for free. We can only give them some painkillers and try to make them feel more comfortable in their last days."

"That's pretty good," said Marsh.

At this moment, the young man suddenly opened his eyes wide when he saw the person coming out of the hospital. His face was excited at first, and then turned into respect from the bottom of his heart: "Mr. Mei, good afternoon."

Marsh looked in the direction of the voice and saw a man wearing a black shirt, very neatly dressed, in his early thirties, a little younger than himself.

"Good afternoon."

The other person stopped and his gaze stayed on the young man's face for a second.

"I remember you. Your name is Harry Anton, right?"

"Yes." The young man's expression brightened: "You actually remember me?"

"I remember every one of you." The other party smiled and said, "I came to the hospital to check on the situation. After all, there are more and more people coming in recently."

As he spoke, he looked at the young man and said, "By the way, who is this?"

"This is Marsh, the Wanderer. He wants to buy a Type 5 Neutralizer for his companion." The young man introduced immediately.

"Has it reached the point where we need to use Type 5?" The other party frowned slightly, then relaxed his brows: "But you are lucky, we still have Type 5 neutralizer in stock. Go quickly, or you may not be able to get it later."

Hearing this, Marsh's expression suddenly became anxious. He didn't care who the other person was and just walked towards the hospital.

"Then! Mr. Mei, we're leaving first!"

"Well, let's go."

Mei Hongyi watched the two disappear at the hospital gate, turned around and left, his low muttering carried by the wind.

"Big Gathering"

(End of this chapter)