Inside the grocery store.
The iron gate was still behind Wang Ye, but what was different from the previous two times was that the four guys, who didn't know whether they were humans or ghosts, were still sitting firmly on the wooden chairs, looking at Wang Ye with interest.
And Wang Ye, from the moment he placed the bronze box on the counter, he didn't move even a little bit.
"good."
The middle-aged man in white smiled indifferently, his body was full of Confucianism, elegant and elegant, but his voice was slightly stiff when he spoke.
He nodded slightly to Wang Ye and threw a piece of iron on the table. The other three stood up in unison and followed the middle-aged man in white out of the grocery store in unison.
Wang Ye watched the people's leaving figures warily, looked at the time on his watch, and his pupils shrank slightly.
11 o'clock, 59 minutes!
I only have one minute left, no, to be precise, it’s 30 seconds!
He hurriedly rushed to the wooden table, stuffed the iron piece thrown away by the middle-aged man in white into his pocket, opened the door of the grocery store and prepared to go out.
Seemingly thinking of something, he gritted his teeth, turned back, grabbed the square wooden chair on the ground where the middle-aged man in white had been sitting, picked it up, and rushed out one second before twelve o'clock!
twelve o'clock...
arrive.
The grocery store suddenly became illusory and completely disappeared from Wang Ye's eyes in a strange way, as if it had never existed.
Looking at this scene, Wang Ye was slightly in a trance.
If he hadn't actually been holding a wooden chair in his hands, Wang Ye might have doubted whether what he had experienced before was real.
Two consecutive illusions have left Wang Ye mentally empty.
Unlocking the heavy iron door behind him again and throwing it on the ground, Wang Ye watched his surroundings vigilantly.
As twelve o'clock approaches, the street people and all the scavengers have all returned to their hotel rooms.
The sky is getting dark.
A wisp of gloomy wind blew by, and ghostly mist gradually filled the city of scavengers.
It seems that at night, not even the Scavenger City can stop the invasion of ghost fog.
Not far away, ghost mist surged, filled with powerful ghost energy, and a group of figures gradually became clear from blur in the distance.
A group of people, all wearing red wedding robes, carried a sedan.
In front of the sedan, two thin figures were blowing trumpets, making bursts of cheerful sounds.
It's just that of the two people, one is missing his left arm and the other is missing his right arm.
The four people carrying the sedan walked stiffly and had expressionless faces, but the sedan was carried very steadily without any shaking.
On the side of the sedan, an old woman with a sinister smile was holding a handful of paper money in her hand, which was scattered on the ground from time to time.
At the very back of the sedan, there were two girls who looked to be no more than eight or nine years old. They were wearing white mourning clothes and tied with mourning belts on their heads. They followed the sedan and kept crying.
There is joy and mourning, and there is obviously a wedding, but paper money is thrown around.
This strange scene had a strong sense of impact.
Wang Ye subconsciously took two steps back, but the group of people still noticed Wang Ye's presence.
The marching team suddenly stopped.
Everyone stood there, looking at Wang Ye with empty eyes.
A strong sense of pressure came over him. Wang Ye took a deep breath, resisted the pressure, and slowly retreated.
At this moment, the red curtain at the window of the half-red and half-white sedan was pulled open from the inside.
Through the window, a pair of eyes can be vaguely seen.
Cunning, sinister, bloodthirsty, and violent.
All the negative emotions seemed to be gathered in these eyes.
Following his gaze, Wang Ye could only feel the blood in his body flowing at an extremely fast speed, and his skin kept cracking.
At this moment, Wang Ye felt the breath of death.
Wang Ye's eyes were full of unwillingness. He used all his strength to find the key given to him by the post office and walked towards the iron gate not far away.
He wants to bet on whether he can really enter the post office at any time, no matter where he is.
Perhaps, whether you can survive tonight depends on the effectiveness of the post office.
However, as Wang Ye moved his steps, the sound of bone cracking was heard, and severe pain was felt throughout his body.
Every step is so difficult.
Calculating the distance, he no longer had the chance to open the iron door with the key.
Just another death?
Wang Ye's pupils were slightly dilated.
When he was dying, a piece of iron left by a middle-aged man in white clothes in his pocket sent a wave of heat, sweeping through Wang Ye's body.
The originally cracked skin healed quickly, body functions increased at an extremely fast rate, the bones strengthened again, and the sound of blood flow could even be clearly audible.
The energy mass left behind by the mysterious fruit in the Dantian was constantly surging.
Wang Ye's internal organs were rapidly strengthened, and his muscles, skin, and bones were all enhanced to an extremely high level.
It's like a punch that can kill five Yang Chens who have awakened for the second time.
There is a vague feeling that with this level of cell activity, it seems that even if a limb is broken, it can grow again.
Just don't dare to try.
Finally, after about one-third of the energy was consumed, it returned to the Dantian and became quiet.
The heat flow on the iron sheet also disappears.
Inside the sedan, the eyes seemed to be a little surprised and became greedy.
Weird energy floated, and Wang Ye's body trembled violently again. Even if his body had just been repaired and strengthened, couldn't he withstand this guy's casual blow?
However, this time I should be able to reach the iron gate in time.
At this moment, the wooden chair that Wang Ye took out from the No. 7 grocery store emitted a faint green light.
The weird energy in the air disappeared instantly.
Wang Ye was startled for a moment, and seemed to have realized something. He immediately came to the wooden chair and sat on it.
The severe pain in the body disappeared instantly.
Inside the sedan, the pair of dark eyes looked at the wooden chair with some fear, and hesitated. Finally, the door curtain closed, and the group of guys in front of the sedan blew the trumpets again, carrying the white and red sedan, and drifted away. .
The streets were quiet again.
Wang Ye, with a crazy look on his face, rushed to the street the moment after the sedan left, and kept picking up the paper money scattered by the old woman on the ground.
It’s a good harvest!
Sure enough, wealth is found in danger. In an environment like the wasteland, the greater the danger, the greater the harvest!
Every piece of paper money here is of the same level as the three pieces I got before!
Without enough time to count them, Wang Ye put the paper money into his backpack, holding the wooden chair and walking towards the city gate.
Vaguely, I seemed to hear the sound of opera singing not far away, and the tune was very familiar.
Wang Ye was suddenly startled and thought about it!
It was when I came to the wasteland before that I saw that guy on the stage!
That rascal...
The palm of the terrifying severed hand was unscathed, but the stage was destroyed!
That guy, why are you here in Scavenger City!
