Crackle, crackle.
The vast abandoned factory felt rather empty. A dozen or so people gathered around a bonfire of dry wood, the atmosphere turning chilly.
The dwindling flames kept devouring the dry wood with a crackle, finally swelling again and sending warmth out in all directions.
"Phew..."
Someone quietly exhaled a breath of cold air.
Kiki reached out and clutched Lin Xian's sleeve, fear and unease in her eyes.
"What do you mean by ghosts? How are they different from those zombies and strange entities?" Lin Xian asked.
"We don't know. We mainly call them that because these incidents often involve supernatural phenomena, like the 1542 Radio we just mentioned."
Lin Xian's brow furrowed deeply.
Supernatural phenomena—the words alone were enough to make his skin crawl.
Seeing the mood grow cold, Jiang Yun broke the silence.
"Everyone who's survived these past few months has seen plenty of strange things. This information might be useful, or it might just be hearsay. Staying alive is still what matters most right now, so let's stop wasting words on anything else. If anyone wants something or has something to trade, let's introduce them in turn. No need to waste time. Once we're done, those who need to trade can trade, and those who need to move on can get going."
"He's right." A bespectacled man wearing a shirt beneath a bulletproof vest looked up, his expression somewhat grim.
"You from the Infinite Train need red beans, right?" As he spoke, he carefully took one out of his belt pouch and placed it in his palm, his expression numb. "We'll trade for anything. Fuel, food, weapons—we're short on all of it..."
Lin Xian nodded. "How much can this thing be traded for?"
"A hundred liters of gasoline, or—or seven days' worth of supplies for ten