Chapter 178

West Milton is separated by two layers of sand walls. However, the city is still surrounded by yellow sand. The thickness of the sand on the road can reach half a meter. If you step on it, you will have a deep footprints. Soon, the wind carrying sand will submerge these footprints without leaving any traces.

The gray buildings are next to each other. These buildings seem to have been built for some years. Fortunately, in order to protect against the severe local climate, doors, windows and walls were strengthened. The walls were reinforced concrete structure with a thickness of 30 cm, and the doors and windows were all double-layer, or even three-story.

Xia Fei wrapped his head in a blanket and walked in the narrow and dark streets of the city. From the outside, he looked like a nomad from the grassland. Most of the local people dressed in this way. He wrapped himself in heavy cloth, which was hard to distinguish between men and women.

There were few people on the street, and few pedestrians walked hard against the wall to avoid the invasion of wind and sand. They were all in a hurry.

According to the instructions of ultramicro computer, Xia Fei found the wind chime bar smoothly.

The bar is on a relatively wide road. The heavy alloy door is tightly closed. There is an incomplete signboard at the door. It is covered with a thick layer of loess. It is impossible to see what is written clearly.

It's only noon now. A large number of drinkers gather in the bar, talking and laughing loudly. You can hear it clearly when you stand outside.

Pushing open the first door, there is a porch. Xia Fei shakes the sand off his body, hangs the blanket on the hanger of the porch, and spits hard on the ground. Despite the protection of the blanket, Xia Fei's mouth and nose are still filled with sand, and his spitting is yellow.

Point up a red tower mountain, Xia Fei walks into the bar.

When the copper bell rang, people in the bar looked back at Xia Fei, a stranger. His rough faces were like rocks in the desert. His eyes were muddy. He was wearing strange clothes. Some people only wore a back heart, some wore thick leather clothes. I don't know if they live in the same place season.

The smell of the bar was sour. Xia Fei wrinkled his nose and sat down in a corner. There were other guests' leftovers on the solid wood table. A piece of black bread, mixed with some black substances in the green peas, seemed to be burnt pork.

The drinkers turned around and stopped talking to Xia Fei, but they still looked at Xia Fei from time to time, and their voice was obviously lower than that just now. It is obvious that there are not many visitors here.

A young man wearing an apron came to Xia Fei. According to Xia Fei's conjecture, the apron should have been white, but now you can't find any white place. The young man's face is as dirty as his apron, and it seems that he hasn't washed it for a long time.

"What to eat?" The young man narrowed his eyes and asked. His voice was feeble, as if he had not woken up. His attitude was not that he was serving Xiafei, but was collecting debts from him.

"What do you have to eat?" Xia Fei asked.

"Only pea stewed pork."

Xia feilue nodded, "OK, this is it."

"Absinthe?"

"I don't drink."

As soon as he heard that Xiafei didn't drink, a series of giggles came from the bar. On this desolate planet, few men didn't drink. Unless he couldn't afford to drink, Xiafei, who didn't drink, became the object of ridicule.

The young man walked away with a satisfied smile, and in a short time he brought a cup of water and a plate of red food.

This dish of stewed meat with peas is obviously different from the one just now. There are many red substances in it. You can smell the pungent smell from a few meters away.

The young people with aprons and the drinkers around are all staring at Xia Fei with malice, as if they are expecting something.

"By the way, I'll look for Fengling." Xia Fei said.

The young man was slightly stunned, "who are you? Looking for our sister Fengling

Xia Fei clamped the cigarette end with two fingers and flicked it gently. The cigarette end with spark banged on the wall and extinguished instantly.

"It's a long way to go."

After that, Xia Fei picked up a big spoon of pea stewed meat with a spoon and put it into his mouth. He chewed it hard. His eyebrows picked and said, "it's not bad."

One side of the young man was stunned. There were no less than three liang of local specialty Chaotian peppers in this dish of peas, not to mention human beings. Even if a cow ate so many peppers, he had to burn his stomach through. Xia Fei was not only eating, but also eating with a big mouth. He had no expression on his face, as if he could not feel the spicy at all.

The wine drinkers around have strange expressions. They were waiting for Xia Fei to be choked by chili peppers. However, Xia Fei's actions made them lose their heads for a time. Their mouths were so big that they were surprised to add nothing.

Xia Fei ate quickly, and a large plate of peas disappeared. He dipped the chili sauce under the plate with black bread. Although the dish was not delicate, it was never his habit to waste.

Xia Fei wiped his hands and lit a cigarette again and said, "call the wind chime to see me."The young man just regained his mind, put away the tableware on the table in a panic and sneaked out from the back door of the bar.

The voice of the drinkers is lower. The people who can eat three or two peppers in one breath will never be a nobody. Ordinary people will cry for their parents as long as they taste it.

Spicy is just a feeling. Mental powers can use their powers to prevent these sensory signals from being transmitted in the brain. Xia Fei has the mental manipulation ability. Of course, he can do this. In addition, in the year of inheriting the planet, Xia Fei tried to survive as long as it is edible food, no matter how bad it is. This chili is not good for him what.

About ten minutes later, a woman wrapped in black cloth came slowly in from the back door of the bar.

"Sister Fengling."

"Sister Fengling."

The men in the bar saluted the woman one after another. They called her sister Fengling regardless of her age. It seems that this woman still has some fame in the local area.

Xia Fei looks at Fengling curiously. Fengling is about 30 years old. She has dark skin. There is a red birthmark on her left face. Her eyes are curved. Even if she doesn't smile, she looks like she is smiling.

Her figure, appearance and dress are all ordinary, and her temperament is approachable. Xia Fei knows that ordinary and smiling are just her surface. If this woman is not outstanding, she will never be respected by many men.

Fengling glanced at Xia Fei, and her eyes seemed slightly surprised. Then she looked out of the window and said faintly, "it's late. Close."

"Yes." The young man with an apron and a bartender in his fifties rushed out boards from the corner and sealed the doors and windows from the outside.

After all, it's too early for a bar to close now. Of course, bars open in the morning are rare.

The bar door was closed. The young man and the bartender left happily. Only Xia Fei and wind chime were left in the room.

Wind chime sent off his man, plugged in the back door, and then came to Xiafei opposite to sit down.

"Are you Xia Fei?" Fengling asked with some doubts.

Xia Fei nodded, "I am."

Fengling's eyes bent into two crescent teeth and said with a smile, "I didn't expect you to be so young."

Xia Fei smiles, "I didn't expect uncle Porter's friend to be a woman, and this woman has temperament."

Fengling covered her mouth and laughed happily, sending out a string of silver bell like laughter, "you are very good at speaking, which is much better than Porter's elm pimple."

There seems to be some ambiguity between the words, "is this Porter's woman?" Xia Fei is suspicious of his mind.

"Let's get to the point. What happened to Uncle Potter?" Xia Fei frowned and asked.

When talking about old porter, the smile on Fengling's face disappeared immediately, replaced by a faint sadness.

"Potter came here about a year ago." "I don't know why he came back from within the league," he said

"Back here?" Xia Fei asked suspiciously.

"What? Old Potter didn't tell you about himself? "

Xia Fei shook his head, "no, I only know that he used to be a soldier, but I don't know anything else."

"That's right. There was an alliance inspection fleet. Every year, they would visit the three star area from the alliance. Porter was the logistics chief of that fleet. Unfortunately, the alliance has paid less and less attention to us in recent years, and even the only fleet has been eliminated." Fengling said while recalling.

The Chief Logistics Officer of an alliance secret service fleet is not low, but the third highest position in the fleet after the captain and chief of staff. It is true that Porter joined the army when he was young, but he is no ordinary soldier.

But why did he leave the army and run to the desolate graveyard to open a repair shop? To survive? No way. Even if a senior military officer is in trouble, he will not worry about his livelihood. There must be some special reasons why old porter did this.

Xia Fei thought for a moment and asked, "what year did Uncle Porter serve as Chief Logistics Officer in the secret service fleet?"

Windbell tilted his head and thought, "fifty two years ago."

Xia Fei didn't feel any surprise. He already knew the relationship between power level and life span. Old porter looked like he was in his 70s. If he was logistics chief 50 years ago, he should be over 100. As for the age of wind chime, Xia Fei dare not guess. She and Porter are friends, and they are not young.

"Did Uncle Porter say why he came back here?" Xia Fei asked again.

Fengling shook her head. "He never told me about it, but he often left and came back in a hurry. I saw his expression. Every time he came back, he looked very disappointed. Recently, he called me to his side and gave me this thing."After all, the wind chime takes out a golden disc from the space ring, which is the main body of the ancient communication system, through which information can be sent no matter how far away.

"What did he tell you?" Xia Fei asked in a hurry.

"He told me about you and told me to let you know if he didn't come back in a month."

"Tell me to come?"

"No Wind bell shook his head, "inform you not to come." (to be continued, please visit www.qidian.com , more chapters, support authors, support legitimate reading! )

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