"Maybe it was blown by the wind," Ren Xiaosu said with a smile.

"Do you remember," the lumberjack whispered: "The storyteller in the market town once told a story about white paper cranes, saying that it was a very mysterious organization that likes to use thousands of paper cranes to convey information. Ren Xiaosu, do you have words written in the thousand paper cranes?"

Ren Xiaosu held his hand and smiled, "I didn't write anything, then the storyteller must have compiled it. Who can use thousands of paper cranes to convey information?"

"Yes," everyone stopped asking when they heard Ren Xiaosu say this.

But Ren Xiaosu was stunned when he heard this. He vaguely felt that the so-called mysterious organization might be true.

But how come such an organization is caught by me?

Coincidence? Or intentional arrangement?

Ren Xiaosu is naturally cautious and always thinks more whenever he encounters something strange.

Of course, he never thought that it would be a problem if someone else could catch this paper crane. Maybe he would be killed by this small paper crane.

He folded the paper cranes back together to see if the other party would fly away again. After disassembling them, Ren Xiaosu found that he could not fold them anymore...

I really haven't learned this thing before!

Ren Xiaosu put the paper into the palace space.

This Thousand Paper Crane is probably the ability of an extraordinary person? Ren Xiaosu looked at Barrier No. 61, and the direction the thousands of Paper Crane just flew was Barrier No. 61.

So, is that extraordinary person in the barrier No. 61?

The captain of the logging team stopped the truck at the entrance of the market town, jumped out and said to Ren Xiaosu: "There are many people who have escaped in this market town. If you want to find your family, you have to search here. If there is no here..."

The second half of the sentence was not said, the captain meant that if there was no such thing as here, he might have been killed.

The captain said, "I live in the west of the market town. If you have nothing to do and want to have something to eat, come to the west to find me. It just so happens that there is more work recently."

"Thank you, brother, but I probably don't need it recently," Ren Xiaosu said thanking and moved in the market town, looking for Wang Fugui and others one by one.

The market town here is very large, many times larger than the market towns he has seen in the southwest and northwest.

Many refugees have already set up shacks, and many people have a look of despair.

The high-rise barrier suddenly became refugees, and many people probably couldn't accept it. Some of them came here with money and thought they could continue their comfortable life in the Central Plains.

As a result, all the regulatory barriers of the Wang family consortium had already stopped accepting Zong's currency. When someone came to do business, Zong's currency was still available, but now it is not possible.

It seemed as if the Wang family consortium believed that Zong family would be defeated.

Refugees who come here can only barely survive by selling their gold jewelry.

He saw a barrier following the refugee and said that he could work and wanted to have something to eat, but the refugee was disliked by the refugee for being too old and not looking like a strong person, so he refused.

There are also barriers who are cursing, and these refugees dare to look down on their barriers. As a result, they are beaten up by refugees and even spit out by refugees.

Of course, there are also barriers that people quickly bow to the world and do what they can in exchange for food.

Although refugees in the Central Plains are stronger than those in the southwest and northwest, they also have to work to exchange for food. This is an iron rule.

...

What disappointed Ren Xiaosu was that he did not find any traces of Wang Fugui and others here.

At this time, he was a little confused. How could he find out Wang Fugui and others in this vast sea of ​​people?

At this moment, a sharp-mouthed worker in the logging team quietly came to Ren Xiaosu: "I have been with you for a long time. Have you not found your family? It doesn't matter. I know some friends here, and they can help you find them as long as you have money."

Ren Xiaosu looked back and saw that the other party's eyes were vague, as if he had told the captain that he didn't need to work recently, so he guessed that he had the money on him.

Ren Xiaosu smiled and said, "Then I'll ask you. If I can find my family, I will thank you very much."

"Then come with me, it's not convenient to talk to the market town," said the worker of the logging team turned around and walked towards the wilderness with Ren Xiaosu.

Not long after walking, Ren Xiaosu suddenly asked, "How far should we go?"

"Hehe, it's coming soon," the lumberjack said, and came to a small mound and whistled.

But three people suddenly emerged from the mound. The lumberjack looked at Ren Xiaosu and smiled and said, "You have money on you. I'll hand it over and we'll let you have a way out."

Ren Xiaosu asked in confusion: "How many refugees have you robbed in this way? Didn't you say that you don't close your doors at night? Don't you have something called artificial intelligence here?"

Wang Shengyin and Wang Shengzhi both said before that the places under their control of the Wang family do not close their doors at night, just because there is something called artificial intelligence that can analyze criminal behaviors, with a very high accuracy rate. If you want to commit a crime but don’t be caught, only a few people can do it.

But it seems that's not the case.

But when the lumberjack heard the sneer, "That's a matter in the barrier. What does it have to do with us refugees? Hand over the property quickly!"

"Okay," Ren Xiaosu muttered. It turned out that the Central Plains, like the southwest and northwest, also divided the gaps between refugees and barriers so clearly.

The lumberjack suddenly felt his eyes turn dark, and then his chest hurts and falls backwards. The rusty iron knife in his hand falls to the ground with a clang.

His three accomplices were no exception, all of whom suffered sudden blows.

Ren Xiaosu brought the four people together and said with a smile: "I'll ask you something, well... it's the customs and customs of the Central Plains. Don't be too nervous, just answer whatever you know."

At this moment, several refugees who wanted to rob Ren Xiaosu realized that this was a dead end!

No, this is not a iron plate, this is a mountain that is several kilometers thick!

Over the past period of time, they have already tasted the sweetness of robbing the refugees who have escaped from the northwest. Moreover, the barriers are very brave and immediately cowardly when they see the knife.

But I didn't expect that today I actually robbed a extraordinary person...

Ren Xiaosu asked this question for one night and collapsed all the four refugees in front of him. After dawn, he returned to the market town alone and did nothing else. He directly guarded the door of the only tavern in the market town, waiting for the tavern to open.

Not only because he was hungry, he wanted to get some food.

Also, there is a storyteller in this tavern who once mentioned the white paper crane.

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Chapter completed!