The Red and White Sedan Chair

Inside the grocery store.

The iron door still leaned against Wang Ye's back, but unlike the previous two times, those four figures, whether human or ghost, were still sitting steadily on the wooden chairs, looking at Wang Ye with interest.

As for Wang Ye, from the moment he put the bronze box on the counter, he hadn't moved even a tiny bit.

Not...bad.

The middle-aged man in white smiled faintly, his body full of Confucian temperament, elegant and breezy, but his voice was a little stiff when he spoke.

He nodded slightly to Wang Ye and threw an iron chip on the table. The other three stood up in unison and followed the middle-aged man in white out of the grocery store.

Wang Ye watched the backs of the people leaving guardedly and glanced at the time on his watch. His pupils shrank slightly.

11:59!

He only had one minute left, no, to be precise, 30 seconds!

He hurried to the wooden table, stuffed the iron chip left by the middle-aged man in white into his pocket, pushed open the door of the grocery store and went out.

Seeming to have thought of something, he gritted his teeth and turned back, grabbed the wooden chair that the middle-aged man in white had sat on before, and carried it out just before twelve o'clock!

Twelve o'clock...

arrived.

The grocery store suddenly became a little illusory and disappeared completely from Wang Ye's eyes in a bizarre way, as if it had never existed before.

Seeing this scene, Wang Ye was slightly lost in thought.

If it weren't for the real wooden chair he was holding, Wang Ye might even doubt whether what he had just experienced was real.

The two consecutive illusions had already exhausted Wang Ye mentally.

Undoing the heavy iron door on his back again and throwing it on the ground, Wang Ye observed his surroundings guardedly.

With the arrival of twelve o'clock, all the street vendors and scavengers had already returned to their rooms in the inn.

The sky darkened.

A wisp of ghost fog spread as a ghostly wind blew through Salvage City.

It seemed that even Salvage City could not block the invasion of ghost fog at night.

Not far away, ghost fog surged, strong ghostly energy lingered, and a group of figures gradually became clear as they walked over from the blur.

A line of people, all dressed in red wedding clothes, carried a palanquin.

In front of the palanquin, two petite figures blew trumpets, making cheerful sounds.

But one of them was missing his left arm, and the other his right arm.

The four people carrying the palanquin had stiff steps and expressionless faces, but the palanquin was carried very steadily without any swaying.

On the side of the palanquin, an old woman with a sinister smile held a bunch of paper money, scattering it on the ground from time to time.

Behind the palanquin were two girls who looked no more than eight or nine years old, dressed in white mourning clothes with mourning headbands on their heads. They kept crying as they followed the palanquin.

Joy in the front, grief in the back, it was clearly a wedding, yet they scattered paper money.

This bizarre scene had a strong impact.

Wang Ye instinctively took two steps back, but the group still noticed Wang Ye's presence.

The procession suddenly stopped.

Everyone stood in place with empty eyes looking at Wang Ye.

A strong sense of oppression came, and Wang Ye took a deep breath to withstand the pressure and slowly retreated.

Just then, the half-red, half-white palanquin curtain was pulled open from the inside through the window.

Through the window one could vaguely see a pair of eyes.

Cunning, sinister, bloodthirsty, violent.

All negative emotions seemed to be gathered in this pair of eyes.

As he was watched, Wang Ye only felt his blood flow at an extremely fast rate, with his skin cracking incessantly.

At this moment, Wang Ye felt the breath of death.

Wang Ye's eyes were full of unwillingness. He tried his best to take out the key given by the post office and walked towards the iron door nearby.

He was gambling on whether he could really enter the post office anytime, anywhere.

Perhaps his survival tonight depended on the effectiveness of the post office.

But as Wang Ye moved his steps, the sound of bones cracking rang out, and severe pain spread through his body.

Every step was so difficult.

Judging by the distance, he no longer had a chance to open the iron door with the key.

Was he going to die again?

Wang Ye's pupils were slightly distracted.

On the verge of death, the iron chip left by the middle-aged man in white in his pocket radiated heat that swept through Wang Ye's body.

The cracked skin quickly healed, bodily functions grew rapidly, bones strengthened again, and even the sound of blood flow could be heard clearly.

The energy group left by that mysterious fruit in his dantian churned continuously.

Wang Ye’s internal organs were strengthened rapidly, his muscles, skin, and bones all enhanced to an extremely high level.

It felt as if one punch could kill five Yang Chens after his second awakening.

He vaguely felt that under this level of cellular activity, even if he lost a limb, he could probably regrow it.

But he didn't dare try it.

Finally, after the energy group consumed about one third of itself, it returned to the dantian again and calmed down.

The heat flow on the iron chip also disappeared.

There seemed to be a trace of surprise in the eyes inside the palanquin, which then turned greedy.

Strange energy fluctuated, and Wang Ye's body shook violently again. Even though his body had just been repaired and enhanced, could he still not withstand a casual strike from this guy?

However, this time he should be able to hold out until the iron door.

Just then, the wooden chair that Wang Ye had taken from Grocery Store No.7 emitted a faint cyan glow.

The strange energy in the air vanished instantly.

Wang Ye was slightly surprised, seeming to realize something. He instantly came to the wooden chair and sat down.

The violent pain in his body disappeared immediately.

The eyes in the palanquin looked at the wooden chair warily, seemingly hesitant. Eventually, the curtain closed, and the group in front of the palanquin blew their trumpets again and carried the bicolored palanquin away.

The street became quiet again.

And Wang Ye rushed to the street in an instant after the palanquin left, frantically picking up the paper money scattered on the ground by the old woman.

Jackpot!

As expected, seeking wealth in danger, the greater the danger encountered in this kind of environment, the greater the gains naturally were!

Each of the paper money here was at the same level as the three he had fished before!

Without bothering to count, Wang Ye stuffed the paper money into his backpack and carried the wooden chair towards the city gate.

Faintly, he seemed to hear the sound of opera singing not far away, the melody very familiar.

Wang Ye was shocked when he suddenly remembered!

It was the guy on the stage he saw when he first came to the Wasteland!

That guy...

Took a terrifying palm that shattered the stage without the slightest injury!

How did that guy get to Salvage City!