"So what?"

Bahram asked, his hand never leaving the gun in the back.

"Ha!"

The older boy said and shook his hand.

"You're really bad, you know?"

The boy lifted his coat, pointed to the long scar on his stomach, then turned around and showed several scars to each other.

"Can you fight? Can you kill people? Have you ever killed people? If you don't, the angels won't want you! I've heard that what they want is a powerful soldier, and I'm the one who works hard and can fight the most in the gang."

He put down his clothes and looked at Bahram with mocking eyes.

"I can see your hand. You haven't even touched a knife."

Bahram blushed for a moment.

"Nonsense! I killed people when I was ten years old! A group of marauders attacked our mine - there is a lot of salt and can sell a lot of money."

He realized that he was beginning to deviate from the topic, so he restrained his mouth.

Why did he suddenly want to impress these two people?

"Those marauders in cloaks are hard to hit, but I hit one shot and he died! Right in the chest, red blood spilled all over the ground."

He didn't mention his shame at shooting people indiscriminately, although he did kill the predator.

"Really?"

The old boy tilted his mouth and head, squatted over the stone and leaned against Bahram.

At such a close distance, Bahram was choked by his foul breath.

Although he was at the bottom of the nest, his grandfather had strict requirements for personal hygiene, and so did Bahram.

"Then you're really a hero. Oh, but be reasonable, how are you going to climb grey cliff town? How are you going to climb those cliffs?"

"And you?"

Asked Bahram, forgetting to hide his impatience.

He has left the area where he lives. The foothills are too strange to him.

Even if he heard the trap in the boy's words and knew that the other party must be going to laugh at him, he couldn't help asking.

"I think he's going to walk over."

The first boy smiled at the second.

"Uh huh, walk over."

The second boy smiled rudely and awkwardly. He shook his head at the brown water.

"You can't walk past it. Nest Duzi. The wind on the cliff takes your meat off your bones. You have to have a baby to go up."

He patted something on his back.

"A pair of mountaineering auxiliary equipment. If you want to get to Huiya town from here, you have to rely on this!"

"Yes, people in grey cliff town use this thing."

Another boy smiled and screwed the cap of the water bottle back into his backpack.

"You don't know anything. You haven't even prepared mountaineering equipment, so you're not an excellent candidate. I really don't know why you have to participate in the screening. You're playing your life."

"I've come so far."

Bahram spread out his hands and said:

"I'm sure I can get there."

"Maybe we should kill him now."

The boy who was drinking water suddenly said with a sinister face:

"When you get the province, you have to compete."

The posture of the two boys changed. They looked at Bahram with their eyes. It was a very threatening look.

Bahram's heart almost stopped.

That's what he was afraid of, so he held the pistol tighter.

They looked at each other and estimated each other's strength, but no one acted rashly.

Suddenly, the first boy laughed, and his stocky companion laughed.

"I really scared you. He really thought we were going to kill him, didn't he?"

Bahram looked at them and smiled. He didn't dare to relax at all.

Well versed in the nest rules, he knew that if he hadn't been so tough just now, they would have killed him.

More importantly, they should guess that there is a weapon behind them.

He was convinced that maybe they still wanted to kill him now, but they didn't want to pay too much.

"My name is Homer."

The old boy with black teeth and a bad smell patted his chest and said:

"The bald little fat man is Fayou."

Fanyou gave him an obscene look and then nodded his head, probably to show friendship.

"You talk very little."

"So?"

"At least tell us your name."

Haomo said helplessly.

"Bahram, Bahram Tate."

As soon as this sentence was uttered, the two boys began to laugh wildly again.

"What's funny?"

Bahram, who felt insulted, shouted.

"Bahram? Only children use this name! No one in the gang will look up to you if you use this name."

"My name comes from family and glory. It has nothing to do with the things that go down the ditch."

"You're such an interesting guy, aren't you?"

Homer laughed.

"So you think your family background is more noble than us?"

"No."

Bahram shook his head.

"This also has something to do with nobility and inferiority. I'm just explaining a fact."

Homer's smile became stiff.

At this time, Fanyou touched his little partner.

"What do you think? Do you want him to go with us for a while?"

"Why? He doesn't even have a mountaineering device."

"Three pairs of eyes are better than two. That's why."

Homer shrugged and didn't want to say anything at all.

"You can walk with us to the climbing point under grey cliff town."

Vayou said seriously:

"After that, you have to go by yourself. What? We can take care of each other. Others may not be as friendly as us. You know, many people want to be angels."

Bahram was silent. He thought about the proposal in his mind.

In the case of 2-1, Bahram can't guarantee that he will win.

If he accepted, they might kill him while he was sleeping.

If he refuses, they can follow him.

But they are obviously more familiar with the terrain here. If they really want to cooperate, they can take him to Huiya town faster, whether he has mountaineering equipment or not.

It's really attractive.

Of course, he has another choice.

Now he took out his gun and killed haomo. It doesn't look like a brave guy. He may choose to run away, so he can not only be safe, but also get a set of mountaineering equipment.

But he can't do such a thing.

Finally, the main reason why he agreed was that he had left alone for too long.

"OK, that's it. If we work together, the probability of success may be greater."

They held each other's hand, but Vayu smiled.

"Anyway, to be honest, a skinny guy like you has a low chance of success."

Homer frowned and threw a stone at his friend's forehead.

"Shut up, he's one of us now, just like in the gang. We're brothers now."

He turned his head to Bahram and held each other's hand more tightly.

"Brother."

Bahram nodded cautiously.

"Yes, brother."