"Who are you people?"
An old man walked over slowly, wearing a white old vest and black shorts.
He leaned on his cane, clearly very old.
Xiao Ping's eyes were bloodshot, and he stared directly up at the old man.
His eyes were filled with bloodlust and killing intent; if he weren't holding the girl, he could have pounced and killed him on the spot.
The old man showed no reaction even under such a gaze, and calmly asked,
"Who are you people, and why have you come to our Daying Base?"
Xiao Ping gritted his teeth and said coldly, "My sister came to deliver supplies, and this is how you treat her?"
The old man froze. Deliver supplies?
What supplies?
"Are you sent by the Hope Base?"
Xiao Ping was too lazy to waste more words on him. He held the girl in his arms tightly.
Her whole body trembled slightly, clearly in great pain.
The young man's expression was grim, and he said fiercely, "Help her quickly!! She's in so much pain! I'll give you one minute, or I'll kill you immediately!!"
Xiao Ping's killing aura was no joke; he would really kill him!
The old man's brows furrowed. He took out a small bottle of medicine from his pocket, poured out a pill, and handed it to him.
"This is the demon vine antidote. Her obsession is too strong. Normally, demon vines only cause hallucinations or nightmares, but she has fallen directly into a dream."
Xiao Ping took the antidote and directly put it into Xu Qian's mouth. After a while, she stopped trembling and slowly opened her eyes.
The young woman's eyes were slightly red, and her face was pale, clearly in great pain from the dream.
"Qian, are you alright?"
Xu Qian shook her head and said softly, "I'm fine."
The old man was so startled by her face that he stumbled back a few steps.
"Are you Xu Qian?"
Xu Qian looked up and gave him a faint glance. He was no different from in her past life, with white hair, white eyebrows, and a white beard.
"Yes, I've come to deliver the unmelting ice to you."
She turned to look at the fragments of vines around them. She had vaguely heard them mention demon vines just now.
Many bases liked to place guards at their entrances, rarely growing things like demon vines, because growing demon vines was equivalent to blocking the path for everyone to enter...
Daying Base was made up of middle-aged and elderly people, and they couldn't possibly have people standing guard at the entrance.
But... that memory was too painful.
When Wei Daying heard "unmelting ice," his eyes lit up, and even the cane in his hand trembled slightly.
"You're willing to give us unmelting ice?"
Xu Qian was famous in every base; she was a notorious demon.
She was ranked first on the bounty list. If they old men had the ability, they might have gone to capture her.
Why would she deliver ice to them for free?
Xu Qian didn't want to waste time blaming them for using demon vines as guards; there were two more bases waiting for them.
"How many people are in your base?"
Although Wei Daying was old, he spoke very clearly.
"632 people."
Daying Base was formerly Daying Village. Now it had been reformed. The young people had either died outside, turned into zombies, or disappeared without a trace.
Some children worked in the base, leaving the old men and women to stay in the village.
Fortunately, before the land corroded, they were people who loved to farm. They planted a lot of sweet potatoes, rice, and other crops out of boredom.
Fortunately, they had a spatial ability user, and they weren't picky eaters. Their food was enough to survive.
"Lead the way, I'll deliver the ice to your base."
Xu Qian raised her hand and pressed her throbbing head. Those demon vines were really potent.
"Qian, are you okay?"
Xiao Ping looked at her worriedly, then glared at Wei Daying.
It was all his fault!!
Wei Daying frowned, hesitating.
Xu Qian's reputation was too bad. If they let her in, what if she did something to the people inside...
Xu Qian saw what he was thinking at a glance. She waved her hand, and a pile of ice appeared on the ground.
Wei Daying stiffened, his old face flushing red.
He had judged a gentleman by his own low standards.