The taste is still good. Being able to eat this kind of cake dessert in the apocalypse is a luxury for many people, including her.
After eating, she told the man about the five couples she and Ying had selected.
The man nodded. "The Shadow will take care of it. It shouldn't be long before they reveal their true colors."
"Yes."
Xiao Yue and Pei Yanting pretended to be a couple and sneaked into the black market. They must have come here with some purpose. It is probably related to Xiao Yue's illness. If they want him to survive, they have to find medicine, so sooner or later they will be exposed, and the rest will be left to time.
After eating and drinking, the two went downstairs.
The lobby on the first floor had been quickly cleaned up, and guests began to come and eat and stay in the hotel.
Most of these guests wore hats and masks, wrapping their bodies tightly. It was obvious at a glance that 80% of them were outsiders.
After she and the man left the restaurant, they lived on the other side of the street, a relatively quiet street.
This place is a little different from the bustling street market just now. Very strict identification is required to enter and exit. People who come to the black market to sell themselves are not even qualified to set foot here.
There are many private residences here, and the black market is illuminated by a strange dim red light cast by red lanterns 24 hours a day. If there is no clock, you have no idea what time it is outside.
The streets were completely silent, with only the lanterns swaying their figures.
Duan Xiaolin pushed open a door and led her into a private residence.
This side is also a courtyard, but the courtyard is empty and there is nothing in it except a pond full of stagnant water and a dusty wooden table placed under a tree.
The lotus flowers in the pond have withered.
Several crooked trees spread from the ground to the eaves. Everything sold on the black market had lost its spiritual energy, leaving only empty shells.
The yard is not very big, but in a place like the black market where one inch of land costs a hundred lives, this is the dream of many people.
Pei Xiqing casually opened a door to a room in the courtyard.
I thought I would be covered in dust, but I didn't expect the inside to be quite clean.
She asked, "Is this where you stayed before?"
"Um."
"Which room are you sleeping in?"
The man came over: "This is it."
Pei Xiqing rushed in without thinking.
The decoration inside is quite retro. The reflection of the window grilles looks like some kind of pattern. Several lanterns are hung under the eaves, like monsters with eyes open at night, with a very black market style.
She rubbed her neck, feeling a little tired. She asked the man where the bathroom was, took some clothes from her bag, and went to take a shower.
Half an hour later, she came out of the bathroom, rubbing her aching neck. Turning around, she saw the man standing by the window and talking on the phone.
Noticing her presence, the man waved at her, touched her wet hair naturally, and motioned her to sit on the edge of the bed.
Pei Xiqing sat down obediently, feeling the gradually rising temperature of the man's big palm. The strange energy slowly shuttled through her hair, bringing a warm breath. She closed her eyes and felt comfortable and wanted to sleep.
All I could hear was him talking intermittently to the person on the other end of the phone about some goods.
"Transaction tomorrow."
"Um."
"I'll prepare whatever you want."
She opened her eyes curiously.
What deal tomorrow?
Duan Xiaolin continued to use his supernatural powers to dry her hair.
Gradually, I felt comfortable again.
After a while, her hair was almost dry. She leaned on the man and almost fell asleep. She heard him still talking to the person on the other end of the phone, so she slowed down her movements, took off her shoes and got into bed.
The man stood beside the bed, staring at her quietly with cold eyes behind his glasses.
He was a little cold, as always, but compared to his usual indifference, beneath this calm expression, there was a different, darker tone.
Pei Xiqing wore loose clothes, long sleeves and long pants, and there was nothing unusual about her at other times. But when she got into bed, she felt uncomfortable being stared at by him like this.
She coughed lightly, covered herself with the quilt, turned her back to the man, closed her eyes and went to sleep.
After a while, the noise from the man's side stopped.
There was a sound of dripping water coming from the bathroom.
She hugged the quilt tightly, but her heart was pounding.
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