Bailey wiped the sweat from his face. The weather was so dry and hot. He was soaked in sweat and his mouth was thirsty. However, as the captain of the South American team and the leader of the fleeing citizens, he could not drink water by himself at this time. They had not escaped danger.

Thinking of this, Bailey looked at the crowd down the slope. There were more than 500 celebrities here, most of which were those he and his team members rescued from the city. Some were those rescued from the previous invaded surviving camp. They only had a small amount of food, they had no logistics, and they could not even see hope for the future. Now they crawled forward like walking corpses...

Bailey felt sad, and he looked up at the scorching sun in the sky and the abandoned camp behind him that could no longer be seen. He sighed and said loudly: "Everyone insisted on it for a while. The terrain in front is a forest where you can rest for a while and eat some food. It is said that there is a town composed of survivors in the distance. If it is true, it must be a signal prohibition area. We are safe for the time being."

This did not comfort the people walking below, but many of them showed expressions of emotion and gratitude. Their greatest comfort was that Bailiwei himself, the man who could use the holy light to destroy the ghost, was regarded by them as the incarnation of the angel sent by God. Even though Baili only claimed that his power came from the holy light and had nothing to do with God, all the people just regarded it as a justification.

There are three other people behind Baileywei, two men and one woman. The woman is a blonde beauty. She sighed and said, "Captain, these people have been scared by the ghosts. It is really a burden for us to take them with us. We have been in this world for more than a month. It is important to find the other two teams? We keep taking them with us, saving people, being attacked by mutant ghosts, saving people, and continuing... If this continues, when can we contact the other two teams?"

Although the other two people didn't say anything, their expressions had obviously betrayed them. They all showed expressions of identifying with the beauty. Bailey looked back at them and was not angry or anything, but said directly: "I won't force you... I'm not not looking for the other two teams, but I think I can't give up the good deeds in front of me because of my lofty goals. In this regard, I like a saying from Eastern civilization, not doing things because of small good, not doing evil.

It is small, and it should be a bento wish. This is my wish and my great cause. The strengthening of the Paladin is the portrayal of my most longing for. Even if there is only one person in front of me, I will stand up and fight against the evil for this person... In the real world, this wish cannot be done, and for this reason I was killed by people. The whole society thinks that I am crazy, I am an idiot, and a scum that cannot survive. But since I have arrived here, this wish is my great cause."

The other three showed clarity, as expected, and the relief hidden under the eyes, especially the blonde beauty, whose eyes were as soft as water. The three of them looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly.

Bailey ignored the three of them anymore. He continued to shout loudly: "Come on, everyone, insist on walking to the forest, we will camp there, and then we will eat food and have a good rest. I will find a way for everyone to find transportation. We can definitely stick to it and live. Come on, everyone!"

In this way, under the scorching sun, in the mountain road, hundreds of people staggered forward, and the head was a man wearing ancient armor, holding a war hammer in one hand and a metal iron book in the other. Under his leadership, the group of people seemed to be extremely tired, but they still moved forward slowly without stopping...

At the same time, on a plain far away from the team, this is the outskirts of Washington, and it is also the most densely populated place of national-level surviving camps. Unfortunately, most of the camps here have been abandoned, and the army has led the people to the more distant suburbs and mountains. Of course, not everyone has been protected and left. There are still a large number of people scattered here, and many people who escaped from Washington. According to them, there are still many people trapped in the city, living in the room with red tape, somewhere in the basement, but they can no longer leave the city. In the near future, they will probably be trapped in the city.

A middle-aged uncle with a Western-style sword was wearing casual clothes and a pair of straw sandals on his feet, but behind him was wearing a blue cloak. He walked in an abandoned camp where more than a thousand people remained here, but nothing left in this camp. When the government retreated, most of the things that could be taken away had been taken away, and the few foods found were not enough. More than a thousand people had been struggling in a state of hunger.

The middle-aged uncle had a deep face and didn't speak. He kept walking in the camp, watching many people fighting for a piece of food, even dead bodies beside the road, looking at the abandoned houses, looking at the weak people, he didn't say a word, and behind him, six people followed silently.

Suddenly, the middle-aged uncle sat next to a fire. There was a large iron pot on the fire. I didn't know what was cooking inside. It seemed that leaves, branches, roots, some bark, and some miscellaneous things were mixed inside. There was a strange smell, green, and I didn't know whether it was boiling poison or cooking food.

The person who was cooking this thing was an old man in his sixties. He was wearing a dirty white shirt full of crumbs, looking like a beggar, but his expression was very serious and he kept stirring the big pot. His expression was no longer like a beggar, but more like a scholar.

The old man glanced at the middle-aged uncle sitting next to the big pot. He showed his mouth with half of his front teeth, laughed, and then said, "Looking at how big you are, you must be hungry, why not rob anything? Those young and strong people have started to rob things and eat. If you and your subordinates go to rob, you shouldn't be afraid of them, right?"

"kindness……"

The middle-aged uncle scratched his head and smiled happily, "I don't have the habit of stealing other people's things. Because I care very much about what I have, I know the discomfort of losing things, so I will not steal other people's things. On the contrary, if I can, I will give others something."

"Give others something?" The old man was stunned for a moment, took a broken bowl and put some things in the pot, stirring and filling it. He asked at the same time: "What are you giving to others? What can you give to others in this world?"

"dream!"

When the middle-aged uncle spoke these two words, he looked serious, serious, and even pious, as if he was not saying two simple words, but saying a mantra.

"Born as a human being, one should have dreams! Whether you want to make a name for yourself, whether you want to get everything, whether you want to be happy or fulfilled, or whether you want to live forever forever, people should have dreams! I hope to give others dreams, especially those who are desperate, and those who have no dreams, give them dreams, so that they can understand what is truly alive!"

When he said this, the middle-aged uncle clenched his fist, as if this could increase his strength to his words.

The old man laughed again, but this time his smile was filled with desolation. He handed a bowl of things that he didn't know was to the middle-aged uncle, and said, "Then keep your precious dream. This world... there is no longer the dream of us humans."

"kindness……"

The middle-aged uncle took the bowl, and at the same time, the six people behind him, two of them yelled at the same time: "Captain, eat that..."

The middle-aged uncle turned around silently, looked at the two people who were talking coldly, and pressed their words back to his throat. He then picked up the bowl and poured it into his mouth without looking at it. After a few gurgles, he swallowed it. At the same time, he showed a satisfied expression on his face. He then handed the bowl back to the old man, and asked: "Why do you have to cook this pot of food here? But you only ate a little?"

The old man smiled bitterly and said, "I hope they don't snatch it. I hope they all come to eat the food I cook. Although it tastes bad, it can at least fill my stomach. I am a botanist. I know what parts of things can be eaten. Although the taste is really not very good, at least it can..."

"No, it's delicious." The middle-aged uncle stood up with a laugh, and buried his head at the same time, looked at the old man and said seriously: "This is the best food I have eaten since I arrived in this world..."

"I don't like to owe favors, so I decided to give you a dream and tell me, this respected old gentleman, what do you desire?"

The old man looked at the middle-aged uncle's serious expression in surprise. He was a little ridiculous and said for a long time: "I want to eat meat. I want everyone in this camp to eat meat together. I miss the meat my granddaughter roasted for me. Although my granddaughter is no longer here, I want to eat barbecue and leave this world."

"kindness……"

The middle-aged uncle raised his head, turned around and looked at the six people behind him and said, "Have you heard this old man's dream? To be honest, I want to eat meat too. I think everyone in this camp will want to eat meat, right? Then..."

"Enter Washington, crush the dozen bedbug-like invaders to death, the mental controller scans and locates them, and then we..."

"Go and find meat!"
Chapter completed!