Pei Xiqing grabbed the man's hand and exerted a little force, weakening his strength a lot.
Seeing a hint of surprise on his face, he asked with satisfaction, "I'm Mrs. Duan, so what are you?"
The man raised his eyebrows slightly.
He leaned close to her ear and asked, "What do you think I am?"
The topic had already shifted somewhat from her actions.
He also understood instantly that the answer she wanted was not superficial at all.
Pei Xiqing leaned against his chest and chuckled, "Guess for yourself."
Since she is Mrs. Duan, a title that belongs exclusively to him, what about him?
Isn't there a code name that belongs only to her?
Pei Xiqing lowered his eyes, temporarily suppressing the evil thoughts in his heart. He turned around, put on his hat, and asked in a slightly lowered voice: "Is the black market here?"
Duan Xiaolin said: "There are many ways to get to the black market, and this is just one of them."
"What kind of existence is the black market?" she asked. "Is its existence permitted by Farrand?"
"Flanlun can only manage rules, not people's hearts." The man smiled and explained, "Endless desire and desperation drive countless people into the black market. Its existence is probably equivalent to the borderline before the end of the world."
Some things can only be prevented and cannot be completely eradicated.
People's hearts cannot remain unchanged forever.
Pei Xiqing roughly knew what was going on.
Take a deep breath: "I'm ready."
She had never really been to a place like this.
Even before she transmigrated into the book, the darkest place she had ever encountered was the guesthouse of several directors, where she came face to face with these truly bad and evil people.
The mental preparation required is far more than just meeting those zombies.
Another group of people around began to move forward.
It is not difficult to see some kind of paranoid desire and calculation in their eyes.
Some wanted to make a fortune in the black market, some simply wanted to survive in the black market, and some had impure motives that were hard to tell...but they exuded a sinister aura, and one could tell at a glance that many of them were desperate criminals with blood on their hands.
In the early days of the apocalypse, everyone was more or less able to work together to fight against foreign enemies in order to survive. Now that the apocalypse is gradually becoming stable, people can sacrifice their lives in order to obtain personal belongings.
The man squeezed her palm.
Pei Xiqing gathered herself and followed the man forward.
Shadow leads the way.
The streets slowly began to darken on both sides.
The surrounding buildings are a little unclear.
The fog gradually spread.
The group of people in front had gradually disappeared. It was hazy and dark. Although it was still daytime, Pei Xiqing had the illusion that he was in the dark, and a cold breeze blew on his back.
Ying lowered his voice and said, "Go through the alley ahead and take another hour's drive to the black market. Brother Duan's identity in the black market is Boss Duan, who has hospital resources. Remember not to reveal your real name, and don't leave Brother Duan and my sight."
"I understand." Pei Xiqing understood what he meant. "Then I'll call you Duan Qing. Is that okay?"
Shadow: “Huh?”
"A name I mentioned a few days ago."
"OK."
Duan Xiaolin smiled: "What a nice name."
Pei Xiqing winked at him: "It's okay, it's easy to call her, and it's just right for me to be Mrs. Duan."
He said, "You are not just qualified to be one."
Only she can be it.
In front of Ying, Pei Xiqing was still very reserved. He coughed lightly and said, "Of course I know."
She then asked, "What about Ying? Do you want to change your name? What should I call you?"
The man said, "Call him Wang Yue."
"Um?"
She turned her head in disbelief.
What kind of illogical name is this?
"This doesn't suit our Brother Shadow's identity and strength. It's a bit strange."
Ying Youyou said: "This is my real name."
…
Pei Xiqing was stunned for two seconds.
Duan Xiaolin explained appropriately: "This is related to the rules of Franlon."
Pei Xiqing nodded.
Knowing that this was not a good time to say these things, he said softly, "Understood."
After passing through a damp, dirty and narrow passage, everyone got on a shabby black car one after another.
The facilities in the car were extremely poor. Pei Xiqing had to hold the man's hand to barely step on the shaky pedals and get on.
It looked like a large bus, but its interior and exterior had been burned to a charcoal-black color. The seats were barely fit, and the railings inside were a bit dirty and would turn black if touched.
The car started and shook, just like the dream before she transmigrated into the book, when she and the director went to the countryside to make a rural-themed movie, riding a three-wheeled motorcycle and bumping along the bumpy mountain road.
However, the road conditions here are still acceptable, but it feels like the car is about to fall apart.
There is always the possibility of parts falling off.
She sat next to Duan Xiaolin and noticed that there were strangers looking at her from all around. She slightly lowered her hat and did not communicate with them.
However, gradually, she found that the attention of the people around her seemed not to be on her, but on the man next to her.
Pei Xiqing was confused but didn't show it obviously until the car stopped and the people in the car got out one after another. She followed the man out and only looked up slightly when she heard several unfamiliar male voices in her ears.
The sight before her did not shock her.
Instead, it made her feel that things were completely upside down.
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