Chapter 32

This desert trek was like a period of asceticism. On the afternoon of the fifth day, around six o'clock, Fu Le finally saw ahead. The towering, mountain-like wall of copper and iron stretched out before him. Within a hundred meters of the wall, there were tents of different heights and sizes, densely packed everywhere, gathered together like a large market. Many people came and went, carrying things in their hands, wearing gray linen clothes, their expressions numb, like walking corpses.

Fortunately, Fu Le was wearing a gray tracksuit and black sneakers, so the colors weren't too jarring.

The people outside the city had very short, greasy hair that looked like it had been chewed by a dog; some of it had even turned into greasy cakes. They seemed to habitually hunch their backs, only looking at their feet and not at anything else.

Fu Le's hair was also greasy. She had no water or washing supplies in her space. Although she had tied it into a bun, her scalp was still unbearably itchy.

It's good that there's a city; she wants to go in and find a place to rest properly, she's too tired.

The Death Shuttle, which was supposed to arrive in three months, was brought here in less than three months. And it wasn't even a normal dimension; she hadn't even prepared any daily necessities.

To avoid looking too different, Fu Le smeared sand on his face, but...

Forget it, it's not dirty enough. I'll use a gauze scarf. It's all gray and dirty, but it'll still block my view.

Fu Le found a gray bed sheet, stuffed a bird's beak inside, and hung it diagonally on his back like the ancients. The shuttle said that everything here was good, so he should be able to exchange supplies here as well.

At this moment, Fu Le appears as a five or six-year-old child with a long Tang sword hanging on his back, looking like he is struggling.

"Dad, look, a woman has come out of the Sand Hell." The skinny boy was wiping the sand jar in his hands with sand when he looked up and saw a woman carrying a large object wrapped in something, slowly walking towards the city.

Upon hearing this, the man turned his head and indeed saw a woman struggling to carry something as she slowly walked over.

Soon, just like the father and son, more and more people spotted the woman.

"She's a hunter, right? Why is she alone? What's she carrying on her back? Is it animal bones?"

"The huntress is amazing. Look at her eyes, her body, she's so strong."

"My God, someone came out of the Sand Hell, what level of martial artist must that be?"

"Lone Rangers, they're all alone, and their skill level is at least level seven or eight."

"Wow, that's amazing..."

As Fu Le approached step by step, more and more people gathered around her. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at her with surprise. They even made way for her to go in.

Fu Le: ...

Is this a trap to catch her like a turtle in a jar?

Seeing that Fu Le had stopped moving forward, a tall but thin man stepped forward and asked with a smile, "Excuse me, are you Lord Lone Traveler?"

A lone traveler? What's that?

However, they were speaking Chinese. Phew... thankfully, we could communicate.

Seeing that the lone traveler remained silent, the man spoke again, "Lord Lone Traveler, are you heading back? This way, please."

Why does that sound a bit like someone from the capital?

Fu Le turned his head, frowned, and still didn't speak.

The man thought the 'lone wolf' didn't want to talk to him, so he sighed, stood aside, but still had a friendly smile on his face.

Hearing that the Lone Wanderer had appeared, the others rushed over, eager to witness the Lone Wanderer's prowess.

Seeing that he was about to be surrounded, Fu Le became secretly on guard and walked into the path that the crowd had made way for him. At the same time, he activated his protective shield and quickened his pace.

The group of refugees were still pushing forward, trying to get closer to the 'lone traveler', when suddenly, they felt an invisible, enormous force suddenly blast them away. Those who were closest to him were all caught in the crossfire and were thrown to the ground. "Ouch..." the refugees cried out in surprise as they fell into a pile.

Fu Le, who had caused trouble, paused, thinking to himself: I'm sorry, I dare not stop, and then sped up again.

She had to get through here as soon as possible to see if she could get into the city.

Anyone who isn't blind can see the location of the city gate, so Fu Le didn't plan to ask anyone. Since they shared the same language, they could know everything.

"Sister, are you going into the city?" When they were less than a hundred meters from the city gate, a thin young girl walked out from the crowd.

Fu Le didn't speak, but stopped and looked at her dusty face. The girl had a pair of bright eyes, unlike the numbness of other adults, they were full of vitality, and compared to other people's skin and bones, the girl's face was somewhat fleshy.

Su Qun felt her scalp tingle under Fu Le's gaze, but she still forced herself to bow slightly and said respectfully, "Lord Lone Wanderer, is this your first time in Wancheng? I am a native of this place and know all the procedures for entering the city. Just give me some food, even a withered cactus, and Su Qun will be happy to serve you."

"Su Qun?" When Fu Le spoke, he realized that his voice was hoarse and his pronunciation sounded like a duck.

Forehead……

“Yes, Lord Lone Wanderer.” Hearing Lone Wanderer’s question, Su Qun was very happy, her eyes filled with great emotion. The others around her, hearing Lone Wanderer speak to Su Qun, looked at her with envy and jealousy that seemed to burn her.

"Let's go together then. What are the rules for entering this city?"

Su Qun smiled excitedly, stepped closer, and respectfully landed a step behind Fu Le. "Yes. This is Wancheng, which can accommodate 500,000 people. It is one of the three largest cities in the Doomsday Realm. To enter the city, you need to pay 10 grams of gold, charged per person. During the day, you can do business, shop, or engage in other activities that do not violate the city rules. If you cannot find an inn before dark, you will be expelled from the city. No homeless people are allowed in the city. If you have relatives, you can stay at their home. If you, the Lone Traveler, wish to stay permanently and become a resident of Wancheng, you need to pay 10,000 taels of gold, or personally slaughter a ferocious beast from the Doomsday Realm to prove your worth."

"How long can I stay inside once?"

"Ten days. Once the ten days are up, we'll be evicted. The hotel has records; there's no escaping it."

What currency do you use for transactions here?

"gold."

Fu Le: ...

She didn't have a single gram.

"Can we collect parts from wild beasts here? Like bird beaks?" Fu Le lifted a corner of the cloth on his back so that Su Qun could see what it was.

The latter stared wide-eyed at what was inside the sheets, covered his mouth, and his pupils trembled; clearly, he was terrified.

"What, is it not going to work?" Fu Le frowned. "Are the other towns far from here?" If not, we'll find another one.

"No, no, no, no, no, Lord Lone Wanderer, you've misunderstood. I, I was just, I was just scared. This is a Kui bird, this is the Kui bird's beak, is it, is it?" Su Qun's lips were trembling.

"right."

Su Qun covered her mouth in shock again, "Lord Lone Wanderer, this can be exchanged for ten thousand taels of gold, just one! If you show this to the city guards, you can apply for a permanent residence permit on the same day. Moreover, the captain of the city defense team will personally come to receive you."

Fu Le looked at Su Qun in surprise. So this thing works so well?