"No, I have no chance of it. I have no chance with them, so I have to rely on his family to spend money." The person who spoke moved closer.

But he did not hold the flashlight, and Ling Yang did not have a light in his hand, so he couldn't see who came.

The sound does not seem to be acquaintance, but according to his words, this should be some kind of foreign aid invited by the Dong family. Yu Lingyang said that he is neither an enemy nor a friend.

"Then what does his family want you to do for money?" Ling Yang leaned against the wall, took a rest, deliberately pretending not to take the other party seriously.

However, there was no barrier force fluctuation on the man, and this distance was indeed safe for Ling Yang.

He didn't walk forward any further, and stopped in the darkness about ten meters ahead, "Consultant."

"Consultant?" Ling Yang didn't like the other party's way of speaking. He looked at him and didn't even show his face. "You've come, don't you say anything more?"

The other party laughed, "Miss is so interesting, so you're so kind."

"There is no one around the wilderness, why are I polite to you?" Ling Yang left the cold rock wall and stood there, walking towards his companion, looking unwilling to pay attention to the other party.

This guy must have happened to have just arrived. He deliberately waited until this time before he spoke, instead of running away in panic. He must have something to say and do, or some way to protect himself. He is sure that Lingyang and the others will not move.

Own.

Moreover, it doesn’t matter whether the Dong family dies or lives. Then he is definitely not a thug, and his identity as an advisor is quite credible.

"You are not curious about how many people are waiting for you in front? Which way is the right way?" Seeing Ling Yang walking backwards, the person who spoke also moved a few steps, and still maintained a distance of about ten meters.

Don’t want to show your face? Are you someone you know? After Ling Yang confirmed the injuries of each companion, he was going to pass the flashlight and shine it directly.

"I'll go!"

She had to admit that she was shocked.

He was not the one he knew, but he turned his face at the moment when he was suddenly shining by the beam of light, avoiding the light, and revealing a gloomy and terrifying side.

There was a particularly terrifying burn on it.

"You are still so reckless." After a moment of panic, the other party quickly returned to stability and faced the beam of light shining from Ling Yang.

"Do you know me?" Ling Yang turned the flashlight a little, "Oh, if you have something to say, come over, we have to continue rushing."

But in fact, they had to take a break. Li Wentao's foot injury needed to be treated urgently. In addition, Chu Qian and Qi Mu also had some trauma on their bodies and had to clean up a little.

"Aren't I afraid of scaring you?" The other party walked forward a few more steps.

"Do you have a number ten ugly?" Ling Yang asked lazily, and moved forward half a meter to sit cross-legged. The person behind her was dealing with the wound, and as the opposite sex, she was more polite to turn her back on her back.

Ling Yang picked up his backpack, took out a few self-heated hot pots, and made them for everyone to eat.

Anyway, you have to take a break, and you will have the strength to beat someone up after you are full.

"Number 10? Then I'll lose a little." The guy stopped at the loud, hunched down and rustled with something.

Ling Yang deliberately ignored it and focused on adding water to the lunch box, sorting out all kinds of flavors, waiting for them to heat up and exuding aroma.

After about five or six minutes, the man slowly walked over and sat cross-legged, "You little girl is indeed very interesting. You are not curious about who I am, nor do you ask me what I am here for."

"Who are you and what are you doing, huh?" Ling Yang dimmed the beam of the flashlight a little, expanded the lighting range, and then stood on the ground.

Only half of this guy's face was burned, and his other half was still eyes, and his nose was nose. "You don't remember me, alas."

He put the things he took from Dasheng into a small box, without avoiding Ling Yang's gaze.

Is it a cell phone and a piece of... a finger?

"... from the advance team?" Ling Yang did not ask him what he did with someone's fingers. She didn't want to be too curious.

Since this person was a consultant and had a loud voice and frequently mentioned the advance team number just now, Ling Yang guessed that this guy was his old teammate.

But she was only twelve or thirteen years old at that time, and all three children in the team were adults, and she couldn't remember it clearly.

But she was sure there were no burns inside.

"No. Zero Three Nine." He put the small box in his hand back into his pocket, "Hello, Zero Four Nine."

"My name is Lingyang, I have a name." Lingyang rolled his eyes. It was a matter she didn't want to mention in advance, but this did not mean that she missed her old teammates very much.

On the contrary, she was very disgusted with these adults who didn't even bother to remember their own names.

Dong Chao, Jiang Mu, Luo Anbang and Xiao Jing are the only few people who know what they are willing to call her name.

"Ah, Lingyang..." He murmured and repeated as if he had known it for the first time, and then smiled, "It's great, I forgot what I've called."

Ling Yang did not respond, but just looked at the person in front of him again. If he was really Zero Sanjiu, he would not be old now, because the advance team numbers are sorted by age.

But he looks so vicissitudes.

"What's going on? Who is this?" Jing Gonghuan leaned over from behind.

"Passenger." Ling Sanjiu always smiled when he spoke, but his face was not at all fluctuating, which was really uncomfortable.

Seeing that Jing Gonghuan turned to himself for verification, Ling Yang could only shrugged, "Probably maybe it was my old teammate. Do you know the advance team?"

"......The advance team nine years ago?" Jing Gonghuan frowned, "But all the survivors are left at the base, and no one has left."

That's right, fifty people went out, sixteen people came back, all sixteen people stayed at the base, only those who died in battle later, and no one left.

Ling Yang also knew this fact, so this guy called himself Zero Sanjiu and made her very depressed, "Ah, ahhhhh, you are..."

"Did you remember?"

"No, I can't remember who you are." Ling Yang confessed, "But I remember a fire that killed several people. Are you one of them?"

It was too long, and Ling Yang's memory back then was very vague. He only knew that they were chased by a large group of numbers and burned a large forest.

"Yes, I'm alive in the disaster." Ling Sanjiu sighed, but his face couldn't express his expression at all. Ling Yang couldn't tell whether he was happy or sad.

"Then why are you here? Are you serving this group?" Jing Gonghuan was originally the social role of their group, so he naturally had to ask who came and what he wanted.
Chapter completed!