Doomsday Card Unlimited

Chapter 116 Sufeng Sect

"Wait! Don't run!"

Su Zhuo originally wanted to let these people go, but then he thought of his mission and hurriedly wanted to call them back.

"Run! This guy wants to kill someone!"

These guys would stop there, but run wildly, and they seemed to have a lot of experience in counter-chasing. Everyone chose a different escape route.

Coupled with the messy layout of the refugee camp, they ran out of the feeling of parkour abruptly.

But a few ordinary people, how could they escape from Su Zhuo's palm, they spotted the refugee who was robbed at the back just now, and chased after him.

Seeing Su Zhuochao chasing him, the man immediately lost his soul and ran even more desperately with his head down.

But after running for a while, he realized that he was still thumping on the spot, and his feet gradually left the ground.

And suddenly he felt a little short of breath, turned his head and found that Su Zhuo was looking at him with a smile, holding his collar in his hand and lifting him up.

"Run, keep running!"

The refugees are about to cry, brother, let me go!
"Brother, it's my first time to rob, and I won't dare to do it again. There are still women and children waiting for me to take care of..."

What kind of thing is this? I thought it was a fat sheep, but who ever thought it was a tiger. The body of the boss I just recognized was not completely cooled, and I also fell into this evil hand.

Su Zhuo reckoned that this person would pee his pants after scaring him a few more times, so he waved his hands and said:

"Okay, I won't kill you, I'll ask you a few questions, you answer honestly! Well answered, this bag of food is yours!"

Su Zhuo opened the pink schoolbag behind him with one hand, revealing the well-packed bread and instant noodles.

The refugee's eyes lit up instantly, and his stomach immediately beat the sheepskin drum, and he was dubious:

"real!?"

"nature."

"Brother, you ask, as long as I, Cheng Gang, know, I will tell you the truth!"

Cheng Gang nodded like a chicken pecking at a child.

Su Zhuo nodded in satisfaction, thought for a while and said:
"Is there any gang in the refugee camp now?"

"There are many, such as the Zhantian League, the Big Sword Gang, the Wild Dog faction..."

Speaking of these, Cheng Gang was very familiar, and he talked for a long time without finishing.Su Zhuo hastily interrupted Cheng Gang's eloquence:

"Stop, stop! Is there any organization like a newly established church?"

"Church... By the way, a group of porridge shoppers suddenly appeared in the refugee camp recently. I really want to say something about the Sufeng Sect..."

"Sufeng Sect?"

"Ham, I can't explain a few sentences. It's getting dark. It just so happens that the place where the porridge is distributed today is ours. Why don't you go back with me and have a look."

After confirming that Su Zhuo really had no murderous intention, Cheng Gang felt a lot more relaxed and extended an invitation with the food Su Zhuo sent him.

Anyway, there is nothing good about his dilapidated board house. At worst, let Su Zhuo build another one next to the house. With such a master to protect him, he can live a little longer in this refugee camp.

Naturally, Cheng Gang's careful thinking couldn't be hidden from Su Zhuo, but he didn't care about it, and smiled a few times to signal Cheng Gang to lead the way.

Not long after walking, Cheng Gang brought Su Zhuo to his residence.

A dirty child was squatting at the door of the hut, licking the bag of instant noodles. Suddenly, the curtain of the room was opened, and a big man with big muscles and round waist walked out with his pants lifted.

He casually threw a pack of instant noodles in front of the child.

Su Zhuo originally thought that Cheng Gang would be furious, but unexpectedly he smiled and watched the man leave, picked up his youngest son who was only four or five years old, and yelled at Su Zhuo to enter the tent.

The tent is small, and most of it is occupied by a wooden bed. On the bed, a woman in her thirties is arranging her dress. Although she is unkempt, she can faintly see a bit of charm.

"Why did you come back so early today?"

"Mother, this expert gave me a lot of food, you can rest for a few days."

The woman's reaction was very flat. She just took all the food and opened the innermost bed board to hide it, and said to herself:
"If you have food, don't eat it indiscriminately. There are those kind-hearted people making porridge today. How about three mouthfuls and then cooking instant noodles in the porridge? We can deal with it today."

"Hahaha, okay, my wife will take care of the family..."

Su Zhuo didn't know what kind of mood he should be in at the moment, even they themselves didn't feel anything, so what could he say.

But poor people must have something to hate. They can form gangs to rob the same kind, but they don't have the courage to hunt strange beasts. The Ancheng Fortress can be a refuge, but it is absolutely impossible to become a shelter.

He forced a smile and said:

"I'm going out to get some air."

After leaving Cheng Gang's nest, Su Zhuoqing went out to the open space next to him and took out the tent to set up.

The tents had also been disposed of long ago, and were no different from the tents of other refugees.

How big is the refugee camp with more than 70 people? Anyway, Su Zhuo, who got mixed into it, didn't even enter the core area. It was really difficult for Su Zhuo to find an organization among such a mixed crowd.

"Go quickly! The porridge maker is here!!!"

"My mother, hurry up! If you go late, you won't be able to grab it..."

As night fell, Su Zhuo had just packed the tent when there was a commotion outside.

Su Zhuo went out to have a look, and all the refugees were rushing in one direction with pots and pans in their hands. Su Zhuo thought for a while, and took out a big bowl from his dimension pocket and mixed into the crowd.

"Everyone! Be quiet! My Su Feng Sect will only provide porridge to the most devout believers!"

In the middle of the gathering of refugees, several people in blue robes pointed to several large buckets at hand, which contained clear rice porridge.

Just because of this stuttering, the restless refugees instantly quieted down, staring at the porridge bucket and drooling.

The leading green-robed man seemed very satisfied with the result in front of him. He put his hands on his chest and made a prayer-like gesture, and said in a low voice:
"The wind brings us hope, only the wind can protect us... let us pray together..."

Accompanied by this person's speech, there was even a grayish blue light emitting from his body, which looked like a real magic stick.

But even so, the gathered people still let out bursts of exclamation, and even suppressed the gulp of swallowing saliva a lot.

But Su Zhuo sneered endlessly, a group of card masters and martial artists are playing tricks here, if it were him, the formation would be even bigger than these people.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, the green-robed people ended their unquestionable prayers and stretched out their hands to point randomly.

"you you you……"

"The wind has sent guidance, saying that if you pray devoutly, you can get food..."

As luck would have it, Su Zhuo was also among the people who could get the porridge, but Cheng Gang's family was not included.

"Please don't be sad for those who didn't get the porridge. As long as you pray sincerely, you will naturally get the gift of food..."

Su Zhuo couldn't take it anymore, his grandma really regarded herself as a magic stick, but in order not to arouse suspicion, she still took a bowl of porridge and left along the crowd.

(End of this chapter)