66 Wanderer's camp (1)

The Wanderer camp was surrounded by millstone-sized rocks, and smoke was rising in spirals from the corners. Human figures were also faintly visible.

Tang Zhen saw a young man with a bare upper body from a distance. He was holding a long spear that had been polished with an iron sheet. He was standing on a Flat Rock at the highest point and was extremely responsible for being on guard.

The young man immediately turned around and shouted after seeing Tang Zhen's group appear. Next, he was like an agile leopard as he jumped down from the rock. His thin and small figure shuttled through the rocks like the wind as he headed straight for Tang Zhen's group.

After hearing the young man's warning, the campsite fell into chaos. A moment later, over forty men and women, young and old, ran out from the pile of huge rocks. They used an uneasy expression to look at Tang Zhen's group.

After seeing the equipment of Tang Zhen's group, these people's hearts subconsciously tightened. They sized up the five of them with eyes filled with vigilance.

Wanderers with such excellent equipment were all powerful wild cultivators. They basically didn't have to worry about food and clothing, and they would usually ignore people like them.

Therefore, they must have come to his camp with some purpose. But on second thought, even filling their stomachs was a problem for them, so how could there be anything that would catch the eyes of cultivators?

The men and women, young and old, were all on tenterhooks. The atmosphere at the scene was a little off. Seeing this, the silver-haired girl among the six people hurriedly explained to the crowd. The men and women, young and old, looked at each other and cheered loudly.

The six Wanderers were the main fighting force of this Wanderer camp. Tang Zhen saving them was equivalent to saving the entire camp, men, women, and children. This was a life-saving grace.

The gazes that everyone used to look at Tang Zhen's group had also become friendly.

A few children had already run over and reached out to take the spoils of war from the adults. They quickly opened them up and took a look, full of expectations that there would be fragrant food inside.

It was a pity that the spoils of war came from the stinky bloodthirsty gnomes. Everything he looted from these guys was emitting a sour and smelly aura.

The children were a little disappointed and pouted their little mouths in dissatisfaction. Then, they dragged the bags that were much heavier than them and prepared to pull them into the camp.

The spoils of war brought back by the six of them could be considered a very rich income for this poor Wanderer camp. As everyone knew, the Goblin race was very good at picking up trash and carrying it around as a treasure.

After some cultivators were killed by them in the wilderness, their weapons and equipment would also be carried by the gnomes as treasures.

Once they killed this Goblin, they would undoubtedly make a lot of money.

After they picked and repaired the spoils of war from the bloodthirsty gnomes, some of them could be made into simple weapons, while others could be used to exchange for brains and food.

Basically, every Wanderer camp in the wilderness lacked good weapons and resources to exchange for food. Therefore, the harvest this time made the people in the camp very excited.

Tang Zhen followed the cheering crowd into the huge rock pile under the cliff and walked into the simple residence they built in the cave.

The dark cave looked very messy, and it exuded a strong and pungent smell.

Tang Zhen took a closer look and discovered that there were a few Wanderers lying in the corner of the cave. They were obviously sick or injured, and moans would be heard from time to time.

Seeing the neatly dressed Tang Zhen and the rest enter the cave, other than giving them a surprised glance, they spent the rest of their time staring blankly at the empty space. Their expressions were numb, as if they had already lost any hope of living.

The eyes of these people seemed to have lost the life of a living person, leaving only the sorrow of quietly waiting for death.

Tang Zhen understood the feelings of these people. They were injured in such an environment. They had no other choice but to wait for death.

If one wanted to treat an illness, one had to take medicine and inject. This was a common thing for Tang Zhen, but for the Wanderers, it was no different from a fantasy.

Even if others did not say it, Tang Zhen was also very clear that in this chaotic world, life-saving medicine was probably much more valuable than human lives.

Tang Zhen wasn't willing to see these people waiting for death. Since he had encountered them, he would think of a way to help them. As for whether it would be effective or not, it would depend on their luck.

Enduring the stench that assailed his nose, Tang Zhen bent down to check the condition of those people. He took out a box of anti-inflammatory medicine from his backpack and handed it to the very beautiful silver-haired girl.

When the girl took the anti-inflammatory medicine from Tang Zhen, she seemed to be at a loss. She didn't know what the small box was for.

Tang Zhen saw her blank expression and told her that this medicine might be able to treat these people's injuries. At the same time, he told the girl how to take it.

He never thought that after knowing the effects of the pill, the girl would actually be so grateful that her eyes were filled with tears. She bowed deeply to Tang Zhen. After the bow, there was an additional trace of respect in her eyes when she looked at Tang Zhen.

Using broken bowls to bring water, the girl helped the injured take the medicine one by one.

Tang Zhen clearly felt that after the injured people had taken their medicine, the surrounding Wanderers "eyes were filled with deep gratitude when they looked at him.

To be able to take out such an expensive medicine to save people proved that this cultivator was kind and a rare good person.

It was mealtime in the Wanderer camp, and their food was placed next to the fire.

Tang Zhen walked over to take a look and found that the Wanderers 'food was extremely simple. It was just some grass seeds and black paste-like things. Tang Zhen even saw a piece of dried tree bark and a handful of purple grass roots.

Tang Zhen definitely couldn't swallow such food. After sighing, he got Qian Long to take out a bag of biscuits and a can of steamed pork in front of everyone. He opened it and threw it into the boiling clay pot.

Everyone looked at this scene in silence, their eyes filled with curiosity and anticipation.

Not long after the food was placed in the pot, a fragrant aroma wafted through the air. The smell was so delicious that everyone greedily sucked in the aroma of the food floating in the air with intoxicated expressions.

A thin and weak little boy who was holding a toy widened his eyes. He looked at the remaining biscuits in Tang Zhen's hand in a daze. Saliva unknowingly flowed out and dripped onto his dirty chest.

Tang Zhen could not help but smile when he saw the big-headed boy's dazed expression. He waved his hand at the little boy, who was cramping, and handed over the remaining biscuits.

It was obvious that the little boy was malnourished and had a strong desire for food, but he was timid by nature and did not dare to approach.

Tang Zhen walked over when he saw this. He smiled and stuffed the biscuit into the little boy's hand. However, his eyes suddenly widened when he inadvertently saw the toy in the little boy's hand.

Money, a lot of money!

A thick stack of US dollar bills was folded into a few things by the little boy. He didn't know what these randomly thrown away and colorful bills meant to Tang Zhen.

Of course, the little boy was not to be blamed. After all, in this era, these printed things from the wild buildings had long become as useless as waste paper.

"These biscuits are for you, and those things are for me!"

Tang Zhen calmly took out another packet of biscuits and said. The little boy immediately snatched the biscuits from Tang Zhen's hand when he heard this and tightly hugged it in his arms. As for those good-looking pieces of paper, he stuffed them all into Tang Zhen's hands.

Tang Zhen chuckled as he placed the money into his backpack. He roughly estimated the amount and thought in his heart that this bag of biscuits was really too valuable.

After seeing the transaction between Tang Zhen and the boy, the silver-haired girl walked in front of Tang Zhen and softly asked,"Sir, do you still want that kind of colorful paper?"

"That's right. Do you still have this kind of paper in your hands?"

Tang Zhen immediately became alert and hurriedly asked.