Rebirth: Living in Wilderness with My Superpower
Chapter 471: Soul-Stirring Race of Immortals

Chapter 471: Chapter 471: Soul-Stirring Race of Immortals

Fool not coming back was fine, but once he did, he nearly had everyone in tears.

The bowl of orange-yellow shaved ice in his hand was really appealing, and Fool was thoroughly engrossed in eating it, his face relaxed, and his thin lips turned bright red from the cold.

Yet he didn’t seem to be in pain; instead, he looked utterly content.

Seeing him so lost in his food, everyone couldn’t help but speed up.

But the faster they went, the more their writings became skewed and crooked, really driving them to desperation.

Bai Sasa was naturally the second to finish writing the poster, followed by Rabbit, who had been writing with the leader in the Seven-Person Team for the longest time and simply had to salvage some dignity for them.

Then came Old Monk, Bai Lingyu, Smiling Face, and Xiao Chan.

Unexpectedly, Ah Dao and Xiao Shan ended up being the last.

Out of respect for Ah Dao’s fierceness, people didn’t dare to laugh, only able to chuckle inwardly.

And so, whether they were natives of this area or the newcomers from The Apocalypse, both had their first taste of shaved ice in their lives.

In order to leave a bowl for Old Uncle Qiu and others, Li Wenli said he would keep it, but he actually tossed it into his Space.

After all, only Space could keep these things from melting.

In this sweltering heat, having a bowl of shaved ice after a hard day’s work was indeed a great comfort.

Speaking of which, on their way to work today, Old Uncle Qiu and the others finally learned what Li Wenli and his group had been up to yesterday.

Last night, Li Wenli and the others hadn’t explained clearly, and everyone thought they had only captured a Bandit.

Who knew that they hadn’t just captured a Bandit? They had taken care of all eight hundred Black Six’s subordinates.

Moreover, they had ventured into Zhongshan Tomb to bring out Black Six, otherwise, had Black Six obtained the Art of Underworld Soldiers from there, the world would never know peace.

This morning, they first went to the city gate to collaborate with the soldier conducting the announcement, keeping good order in the stands, and upon returning, they immediately joined the intense new recruit training.

Unexpectedly, there suddenly appeared about twenty new recruits, as burly as they were, but with faces full of humility, seemingly easy to get along with.

Latter it was known that all of these were the reformed Black Spider Bandits that Li Wenli and his group had brought back yesterday.

No wonder their faces were so well-behaved; it turned out they had a past record.

However, Old Uncle Qiu’s family was always generous and kind-hearted, never treating anyone differently because they were Bandits, and treated everyone the same. Additionally, with the training involving a lot of physical and tactical drills, these men, who had trained in the jungles for years, naturally excelled.

Everyone admired them even more.

But faced with others’ praises, Old Uncle Qiu’s family humbly waved their hands in dismissal, never taking any undue credit.

After a long day’s work, they finally got to rest.

The group hurried home, intending to discuss with Miss Junjun and the Fox Brothers that this Reward Silver exchange matter was too dangerous, but before they could even start, each was handed a bowl of mango shaved ice.

Looking at the bowl of orange-yellow shaved ice, they momentarily forgot what they were going to say, and after another bite, they were completely lost in bliss.

This ice-cold mango was indeed a rare treat.

In their village, just being able to cool watermelons in the well was considered the best form of chilling something, and eating ice was unthinkable, a luxury only the Royal Nobility could afford.

Never did they imagine that today, they would get to experience it. Really, the taste of ice was exquisitely divine.

As for the persuasive arguments they had prepared all day...

All forgotten.