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The first thousand five hundred and ninety-two chapters lucky

Lin Beichen was about to say something, when suddenly his peripheral vision caught sight of a hundred thousand meters away to the right, and his expression suddenly changed.

I saw countless figures floating in the starry sky, struggling hard. The dilapidated wooden antique starship I saw before was unable to withstand the huge pressure during the ultra-long-distance transmission.

The pressure directly disintegrated and turned into broken wood. It looked extremely miserable. For people without the protection of the starship, some people with foresight prepared wingsuit alchemy equipment and breathing equipment. Some whose strength reached the lord level or above can survive temporarily.

Most people couldn't even utter a struggle and cry, they were gradually frozen to death before their eyes, and their vitality was rapidly passing away...

"Pitiful."

Wang Fengliu shook his head and sighed, saying: "I was deceived by an unscrupulous smuggler, and I lost all my wealth, only to get on the Death Starship."

Lin Beichen said: "How much does it cost to help save people?"

Wang Fengliu was startled and said: "Master, you really have a Bodhisattva heart...Such small things can be regarded as accumulation of negative virtue for us, and there is no charge."

Immediately, he turned around hurriedly, commanded his men to dress appropriately, put down four small lifeboats, and rushed to the scene of the incident quickly.

At this time, Lin Beichen saw that in the 'air crash area', some starships and small boats were already approaching, and they began to rescue people, and 'caught' all the dying people.

"There are still many good people in this world."

Seeing this scene, Lin Beichen couldn't help but sigh with relief.

But the next moment, he saw from the outside that the 'rescue team' led by Wang Fengliu and the other rescuers seemed to have a dispute, and then turned into a confrontation. They seemed to refuse to give in until Wang Fengliu came out and showed

After receiving some kind of token-like token, the other rescuers retreated angrily...

In the end, about 70% of the plane crash victims were rescued.

Except for a few who died, the other 30% were taken away by other rescue teams.

Wang Fengliu brought a total of more than 300 survivors to the deck and said: "Master, I have brought everyone I can. There are still some who are unwilling to accept our rescue. I did not force...

"Having said this, he paused and gritted his teeth and said: "Of course, Master, if you insist on people, I will lead people to rob them. I want to see who is not a wise bastard in this four-way transit starry sky area.

Dan, dare to go against our [Sword of Revival]."

Lin Beichen waved his hands and said in a confused voice: "Okay, okay, we are not robbers, and others have good intentions in saving people.

No need to grab it."

Wang Fengliu hesitated for a moment and said, "Master, they are not going to save people."

"Um?"

Lin Beichen was startled and said, "What do you mean?"

Wang Fengliu came closer and whispered: "Those guys are from the Corpse Recovering Team, specializing in making money from air disasters. If you encounter such unlucky people whose starships disintegrate after teleportation, if they die, they will directly take the belongings of the deceased and abandon them."

If the corpse is still alive, after catching it, they will first search around and squeeze out all the property. The old, weak, sick and disabled will directly kill the star-feeding beast, and the young and middle-aged men and women will be sold as slaves... In short, their end will be very miserable.

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When Lin Beichen heard this, he instantly felt horrified.

A chill shot up from the soles of his feet and shot up his spine, as if his skull was about to be blown away.

Is there such a crazy thing?

"Isn't there anyone who cares about this kind of thing? Which empire belongs to this star field?"

he asked.

Wang Fengliu said: "This is the area controlled by the Chaos Alliance."

The Chaos Alliance is a conceptual name, which refers to the state of disorder here. It is not controlled by any race such as humans, demons, orcs, etc., but is on the edge of the intersection of various forces. Different

Races, empires and forces all have their tentacles stretched out here, and everyone has formed a common tacit understanding. Any disputes encountered will be resolved based on strength.

Of course, there are only a few forces that really speak with weight.

One of them is [Sword of Revival].

Lin Beichen was speechless after hearing this.

In such an area, the law of the jungle is the eternal melody.

To a certain extent, maintaining this chaotic state is not what all parties want. After all, only muddy waters are the only way to fish.

"Go and ask if you can buy those people back."

Lin Beichen said again.

Knowing the danger of people taken away by other forces, Lin Beichen suddenly wanted to do good things.

In addition to having a huge amount of prehistoric gold, he wanted to do something good and accumulate some luck for Ling Chen, Han Buhuan and others.

Wang Fengliu said: "Don't worry, young master, I will negotiate with you personally."

He knew this was a good opportunity to perform.

After saying that, he immediately turned around and took the people away again aggressively.

Lin Beichen's eyes swept over the faces of everyone on the deck, and he showed a smile, saying: "Don't be nervous, everyone. Like you, I was teleported from the Hunter King Star Territory, and I am half a fellow countryman. You can prepare first, and wait until

After a while, we entered the Brood Nest transfer station, and you can leave on your own according to your original plan."

When everyone heard this, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

I left my hometown and came here, had no friends, and encountered a plane crash. I was almost on the verge of death.

Fortunately, I met a good person.

"Thank you, sir."

"May I ask your lord's surname? I would also like to ask for your permission. I, Liu Dezhu, and my family of three are willing to go back and burn incense and pray for you day and night."

"Old Muyunya, thank you so much for saving my life."

Everyone came forward to salute and thank him.

People who can ride on starships and pay ultra-long-distance transmission fees are indeed not ordinary people. They are also people in the Hunter King Star Territory. They are extremely polite in their words and deeds.

Lin Beichen waved his hands with a smile and said: "It's just a small effort to meet you. Don't worry about it. If there is another chance, we may meet again. If you really want to repay me, please do whatever you can to repay me.

Within this period, I need to help the compatriots I encounter who are in trouble, so that this feeling of mutual help among our human race can be passed on."

When everyone heard this, they all stood in awe.

I didn't expect that this young man, at such a young age, would have such great courage and moral character.

Lin Beichen waved his hand, not taking away a single cloud.

Everyone also settled temporarily on the deck.

After a while, Wang Fengliu returned to the command cabin and brought back more than twenty other survivors.

They obviously suffered terrible things on the starships of other forces. All their belongings were robbed, and they were also tortured to a certain extent. They all looked shocked.

The experiences of these people spread to the ears of other survivors, and these people immediately felt grateful that they had met Lin Beichen. Otherwise, they would have turned into a wisp of dust in the sky of jealousy.

But at this time, Lin Beichen, who was missed by everyone, walked into the boudoir in the early morning with a smile.

Before parting, it's hard to leave.


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