Fantasy and Reality, Singer Admits Defeat!
After crossing over to the wasteland for so long, this was the first time Hunter Tiger had led people away from Pingtan Shelter, left Qinggang City, and set foot somewhere more than a thousand kilometers from the shelter.
Everything around them was unfamiliar. Even the air seemed filled with the scent of freedom.
But that sliver of novelty was violently swept away the moment they entered No. 2 Gathering Place.
"My god, why does it stink so badly here?"
Before they had even approached the Gathering Place, Hunter Tiger sniffed the air and sneezed, his face revealing several traces of astonishment.
He looked into the distance.
The stench had practically solidified in the air, where the warm and cold currents had stagnated. It was like a massive black umbrella hanging over No. 2 Gathering Place, shrouding the entire area in gloom.
Hunter Tiger had always considered Qinggang City's sewers the foulest place he had ever seen.
But compared to this, that place seemed like nothing.
The tangible stench was like a biological weapon, strong enough to make his eyes water.
Moreover, the construction here was shockingly dilapidated.
As the group gradually drew closer, the sight of the inner and outer areas of the Gathering Place was horrifying.
The first thing that came into view was row upon row of low houses. The walls were covered in cracks, and some had even partially collapsed, exposing their mud-and-mortar interiors.
The roof tiles were incomplete. Faint light filtered through the gaps, and the mottled shadows highlighted the desolation of the place.
Glass in the windows? How could they afford such an expensive luxury here? Most of the houses had replaced their windows with woven grass mats, which gave off a wailing sound whenever the wind blew.
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