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The leader expressed no problem, but at the same time indicated the need for some basic tools. In response, Sage Yu made a satellite phone call on the spot and had the flying yacht bring several containers over directly.

The person in charge stated that next time they come, they could bring human weapons over.

The leader did not respond to him but looked at Malin instead.

Malin, with a smile, used his spiritual energy to rub a high furnace by hand—everyone, watch as I forge a fine steel machete.

The person in charge watched Malin swing his first hammer, almost spitting a mouthful of blood—such courage visible to the naked eye is only possessed by a Great Craftsman.

Malin asked the leader to select a batch of strong and smart children, and Malin imparted artisan knowledge to these children—with Malin’s current strength, doing so was absolutely no problem.

Although the person in charge’s arms dealer dream was shattered, Malin stated that they could bring shotguns to sell, a suggestion approved by Sage Yu. Of course, they didn’t know that zombies could achieve limited aiming only when using shotguns, but shotguns indeed have range limitations, and there was no risk of zombies causing harm to humans after obtaining shotguns.

After all, in the battle distance of New Hangzhou’s army, three hundred meters is considered medium-close range, one hundred meters is already nearly face-to-face—even the weakest Transcendents can reach it in seven seconds.

Therefore, Thainan’s army can usually completely suppress zombies from three hundred meters and beyond.

In everyone’s eyes, zombies, like beasts, don’t understand how to dodge bullets. Even holding a shotgun, they’re merely targets, posing no threat.

Malin also doesn’t plan to teach zombies how to march and fight; a shotgun only allows them to hunt more quickly and effectively. Also, having a gun makes adventure groups think carefully about whether it’s dangerous to strike first.

"I have to say it again, whether humans or you, you must learn to cease fire. Leader, have your tribe paint their left forearms red with beast blood or paint. Sage Yu, please inform the adventure groups not to strike first at zombies with red painted left forearms in this area. You can establish true trust and then help each other, but until then, I hope you coexist peacefully."

·No problem, oh, by the way, sir, the old madam gave me a name. I’m now called Shen Wansan.

The old madam, it seems the old dean has already adapted to her new identity, which made Malin very pleased: "By the way, the leader now has a name, you can just call him Shen Wansan."

After Malin finished his introduction, Sage Yu was the first to extend his hand: "Mr. Wansan, may our cooperation be pleasant."

Shen Wansan hesitated for a moment before finally extending his hand, somewhat shyly, but his behavior and the firmness of Sage Yu’s handshake made Malin delighted—look, this is a brand new step.

With Sage Yu as a model, the caravan leader also extended his hand, and this time Shen Wansan readily accepted and shook hands.

This made Malin feel... maybe zombies have been so brutally oppressed by rogue machine souls over the years that they’ve developed a psychological shadow, otherwise why would Shen Wansan be so biased against Sage Yu.

But evidently, this isn’t something Malin could know, after all, Malin isn’t the god of fate.

Speaking of which, the zombies who previously said they’d bring things finally arrived, pushing the carts over.

The caravan leader walked over and quickly drew a battle-damaged laser rifle from one of the carts, checked its condition, then turned around as his deputy tossed a pair of batteries over. He installed the batteries and pointed the muzzle at a bird in the sky.

Malin looked up and watched that unlucky bird transform into a thoroughly cooked roast bird in 20 microseconds.

"Connect the circuits properly for a revamp, replace with a brand new military plastic casing, this thing can sell for quite a bit." Sage Yu said with a smile, pulling out an entirely metal object with a handle from the cart: "Leader, I want all of these."

"Good, we... how... trade." Shen Wansan asked.

"You can finish saying it, great." Sage Yu turned and beckoned to the leader’s deputy, who came over.

Sage Yu pulled out his stick and heavily struck the deputy’s chest armor.

The deputy flew back, then quickly flipped up.

"Such armor, I can modify it to fit your physique. One item is exchanged for one piece of armor."

"Done... deal." As a warrior, Shen Wansan obviously understood how reliable this armor was, he agreed to the trade on the spot, then shouted a few times, and his subordinates began to pull these items one by one from the cart.

Malin was somewhat curious: "What are these."

"Factory core backups, one core backup can maintain a factory’s full operations for at least three months. I never knew there were so many core backups here... perhaps I should call several more flying yachts with containers full of armor and take them all back." Sage Yu said, once again opening his satellite phone.

Malin, watching Shen Wansan’s subordinates already finding hundreds of core backups from hundreds of carts, felt this should be a good thing, so he turned and beckoned to the deputy.

"Sir, you wouldn’t also want to hit me, right?" The deputy asked with a face ashen,.

Malin laughed heartily and tossed two potions to the middle-aged man: "Life-saving good stuff; you just cooperated with Sage Yu to complete this trade, consider it a little gift from me."

The deputy accepted the potions, completely clueless, but many in the caravan understood, one person immediately offered ten thousand, only to be overtaken by thirty thousand.

"Enough, this is Old Chen’s fortune, why are you all making a fuss!" The leader reprimanded his subordinates, then patted the somewhat bewildered deputy: "Old Chen, keep the things well. Doesn’t your child need to go out of town for trials? Leave this for the child, it might save a life."

"Ah, yes, thank you Captain Lin." The deputy expressed gratitude, then belatedly bowed to Malin.

This bow, Malin accepted, then reached out and bestowed the deputy with a healing spell formation, improving many hidden injuries on the man’s body.

Then in his thanks, Malin opened a cigarette pack, distributing a round of cigarettes among everyone in the caravan, before finally returning to Sage Yu.

"Few Legends are as approachable as you." Sage Yu said with a smile.

"Now you’ve seen one." Malin said, reaching out and a teddy bear appeared in his hand from the cart.

With spiritual energy, he brushed off its dust and handed the almost intact toy to the small zombie.

"It’s a gift." Malin said.

Though borrowing flowers to offer to the Buddha a bit, the small zombie still liked it very much. The little creature worked hard to stand up straight, took the big toy, and happily climbed up the side of the wall.

Malin noticed Sage Yu slightly wistfully looking at the toy, so he reached out again, this time summoning several small toys from two carts, they transformed under Malin’s control into the large toy—though with minor color differences from different toys’ surfaces, Sage Yu was still delightedly accepting the big toy from Malin.

"Is this my gift, thank you." Although Sage Yu is a Sage, he is still a Domestic Fairy, and has no resistance to fluffy toys, he stuffed the toy into his backpack.

After giving away two gifts, Malin lit a cigarette for himself, then caught a small box thrown by the leader of the caravan.

"What is this." Malin asked.

"Music player, press that gold button and a song list will appear. Making such a sturdy product before the Great Destruction Era seems very extravagant to us, but now it seems, if not for such an extravagant approach, we might never understand what it was like before the Great Destruction." The leader’s sigh caused Malin to press the button, and a small screen appeared before him.

Looking at the song list with somewhat familiar names, Malin in contemplation selected this song.

With the mountain as its prow, it sails out to sea for a thousand years, using the time of a flower blooming.

This song was sung by someone eight millennium ago.

And now it’s sung again by the person who once sung it.