"What a bunch of Mole People with their eyes on top of their heads. If we had any other choice at all, we wouldn't want to come back to this disgusting place. Bah!"
While Tang En sat in his office, stuffing himself, a group of wanderers carrying a "hotspot map" left the new city and couldn't help spitting at the towering Great Wall behind them.
It sounded unbelievable. That was clearly a place they once hadn't even dared dream of entering.
Not only was it filled with the warmth of civilization, but its resources were also seemingly inexhaustible.
But now, everything had changed.
In less than half a year, they had come to see through the hypocrisy of the Mole People.
Or rather, they had recognized the invisible "Shackles" locked around their heads.
Yes.
They had become residents of the shelter, but so what?
The shelter had merely changed the words "wanderer" into "new city resident." In essence, the discrimination remained.
"If we can't find that Wandering Tribe, are we really not going back?"
A wanderer walked among the group, looking worried.
He was one of the outstanding members of the new city's residents.
If they stayed in Qinggang Shelter, their savings from the past period would at least let them maintain a normal life for half a month.
But once they left the shelter, the temporary coins bearing Edmund's portrait couldn't even buy a single bird feather.
"What else can we do? Aside from buying alcohol, our coins can't buy anything."
One of the people toward the rear of the group rubbed the cold metal coins in his pocket and replied.
There was no such thing as free trade in Qinggang New City.
Although they had received currency, it could only be used during fixed periods each day.
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