Wang Yao first picked up a glass bottle filled with dark red blood, glanced at a wanderer whose breathing was getting heavier and nervous. Then he turned his head to look at Xiao Wu on his shoulder. Xiao Wu nodded and signaled that there was no problem.

Wang Yao put away the glass bottle, took out a bottle of pure water from his backpack and threw it to the wanderer.

Pure water drew an arc, and some people couldn't help but raise their hands to get it. They turned to Wang Yao's palm on the black spear, and had to hide those little thoughts.

The wanderer held pure water in both hands, his rough face full of disbelief. He was stunned for a while, and the malicious eyes around him woke him up, and he quickly turned around and squeezed away from the crowd and ran out of the hotel.

His eyes regained Wang Yao's face, and Wang Yao's expression was as usual, and he picked up the blood in a can of iron.

Wang Yao picked up the can and glanced at the wanderers. One of them dodged his eyes and did not dare to look at Wang Yao.

"Is this yours?" Wang Yao raised a few cans. The wanderer couldn't understand, but guessed the general meaning, and nodded quickly, showing joy.

Throw out the can and smash it to his face. Wang Yao picked up the third container.

"Damn it! Why throw mine away? That's true!" The roar rang from one side. The wanderer with blood on his face shouted hideously. "Is it because you don't have pure water anymore and want to play with us!"

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the people around him changed instantly.

The response we received was Wang Yao pulling out the black spear.

Wang Yao couldn't understand his words, but he could guess his meaning.

A trace of taboo flashed through the wanderer's eyes. He stopped stumble into the crowd and was about to leave. Before leaving, he looked at Wang Yao with resentment.

Wang Yao frowned slightly, he hated this expression.

He picked up the black spear and slapped it left and right, like Moses splitting the sea. The wanderer was pulled away and separated to both sides. He raised the black spear and threw it out with a swing of his wrist.

The black spear penetrated the wooden boards of the hotel, and a scream came from outside the door.

Those wanderers who were forced to move away and were a little angry instantly became honest. Only then did they remember that this person was not an easy-to-handle master. He would do something with just one look, and it would be less provoked.

Some wanderers who were just making up for the numbers secretly left the hotel in shame, and for a moment, there were fewer people in the hotel.

The inspection continued. In the end, Wang Yao collected four portions of blood. On average, each portion was four. There would always be real blood in the four portions. As for the inspection, it would be handed over to the real world laboratory for the inspection.

The wanderers dispersed and some guests were able to come in.

Hans was crying. His backpack was half apart and the portion was reduced sharply. It made her look as if she had lost so much weight. Her grievance made Wang Yao, who had always looked dull, smile a little. But in just a moment, the smile disappeared without a trace and turned into indifference again.

Hans rubbed his eyes. Was he his hallucination just now?

"Who dares to take action in Nuclear Bomb Town!" An angry voice sounded from outside the door. An angry figure rushed in from outside the door.

Hearing the sound, the real guests in the seats showed gloating eyes.

This mayor is a difficult guy.

The leather boots were pedaling on the floor and making a sound. The person who came in was wearing a denim suit, a cowboy hat, and an old automatic rifle behind him. His face was a bit dark. It was the mayor Wang Yaochu came to Nuclear Bomb Town to meet.

"It's you again, an outsider." The sheriff's face was bad: "You've only been here for a day, and two people were injured."

The attitude of the army to question the crime was easy to distinguish, but Wang Yao did not answer. He walked out of the hotel and took out a flashlight from his pocket to shine it on the wanderer. The black spear penetrated the thigh of the wanderer and nailed it firmly to a wall.

He held his thigh and let out a thunderous howl, blood flowing along his dirty trouser legs.

Wang Yao walked up and the wanderer shouted in horror. Wang Yao hadn't heard of it. He pulled out the black spear, threw away the blood, and then took it back behind him.

The wanderer fell down, and Wang Yao turned his head to see the sheriff, as if asking him whether he was dead, is it OK this time?

"Stop causing trouble, young man." The sheriff stared at the mysterious young man: "Next time I will drive you out of the nuclear bomb town with my own hands. No fighting is allowed here!"

The mayor also covets Wang Yao's backpack, but he does not pretend to be public and private. To some extent, he is a good mayor and a rare good person in the wasteland world.

Back at the hotel, Wang Yaohans returned to the second floor room one after another.

Hans rushed to the bed, Wang Yao put eight parts of blood on the table, poured all the items in his backpack on the bed, picked up the silver-white metal box and opened it, air conditioning filled with air conditioning, and dozens of test tubes were lying flat inside.

Put the half-coagulated blood into the test tube and put it into the slot. Make everything done, Wang Yao closes the metal box and stuffs it back into the backpack.

Hans was curious about the supplies piled on the bed and helped Wang Yao put them back into his backpack one by one.

Wang Yao took out the biscuits from his backpack and handed them to Hans. The jerky portion had already been finished. Wang Yao was not interested in letting the people who followed him eat that kind of thing.

This time Hans didn't refuse. He tore it with his hands and bite it with his teeth, and then... he ate it and then...

Wang Yao took it over and pulled the packaging for her, then took out a biscuit and handed it to Hans.

Hans thought Wang Yao was going to feed him, so he opened his mouth wide and waited with secret joy. Wang Yao had no choice but to stuff one into her mouth and ate another piece for himself.

Hans rolled on the bed with his cheeks in his arms, looking very excited. She was reluctant to chew it, so she put it in her mouth to let the sweetness spread slowly.

After some fun, Hans finally fell asleep. His body was in a distorted shape on the bed, like a cat.

She slept very hard. In other words, the time she met Wang Yao was the most comfortable time for her to sleep. It seemed that with Wang Yao, she was not afraid of anything.

The dim oil lamp reflected Wang Yao's side face. He took out the things in his backpack and put them back together. Finally, he left some things on the table.

A flashlight, a spear, a pistol and four magazines. I guess Hans will use it. Two boxes of compressed biscuits are delicious for the people here, and one box is enough to eat for a week. Some medicines, which Wang Yao explained to Hans a few hours ago, and she probably understood.

The bottle caps were all in Hans' hands, and more than a hundred pieces of them were enough for Hans to protect himself and live. He came downstairs again, and Moss was napping behind the bar. After being awakened by Wang Yao, he showed a signature smile.

Wang Yao pushed him a bottle of pure water and bought the permanent right to use his room upstairs. In other words, as long as the nuclear bomb town exists, that room will always belong to Wang Yao, or Hans's.

Back in the room, Wang Yao looked at Hans who was sleeping soundly on the bed, closed the door gently, and went downstairs to leave the hotel.

The blood has been obtained, and he no longer has to stay here.

Wang Yao's figure walked into darkness and disappeared.

The street where you can't see your fingers, a faint conversation came.

"You're a good person."
Chapter completed!