In the Apocalypse, Weirds and Fierce Beasts ran rampant, hunting humans. With order in ruins, human hearts were sometimes far more frightening than either.
Thus, whenever two groups of survivors met, they would remain wary of each other. This had already become standard practice in the Apocalypse.
Although the people from the Hope Convoy had just easily wiped out those hordes of Weirds,
the Sequence Users of the Flying Star Convoy still regarded them with extreme wariness.
After all, just because someone had saved you did not mean they bore you any goodwill.
"Excuse me, are you the Flying Star Convoy? Which of you is Chu Wei?"
Luo Fan spoke, questioning the Sequence Users before him.
At those words, the expressions of everyone in the Flying Star Convoy shifted slightly.
Compared to a chance encounter, having a convoy stronger than yours come looking for you specifically seemed even worse.
"I'm Chu Wei. What do you want with me?"
After a moment of silence, a man of about forty stepped forward from the Flying Star Convoy and asked Luo Fan.
"I've come to make a trade with you."
Luo Fan looked at the middle-aged man who had spoken. "I can summon a departed soul, and I need your help turning that soul into a humanoid puppet. You should be able to do that, right?"
Luo Fan had no intention of wasting words and stated his purpose directly.
Hearing what Luo Fan said, the Sequence Users of the Flying Star Convoy all relaxed a little.
Good, good. They came to ask Chu Wei for help. That was good.
"Well..." However, at Luo Fan's words, an awkward look appeared on Chu Wei's face.
"What is it? Are you unwilling to help? Don't worry, we won't shortchange you on your payment." Seeing his awkward