Lin Feng narrowed his eyes.
He was wondering whether he should just break the door down and force his way in.
To complete the mission, he definitely needed to gather basic information about the current world.
And if he wanted a higher score, he could not avoid interacting with the locals.
But if he used violence, would the residents of this village's several dozen households come swarming out?
Lin Feng was not particularly willing to test whether this small village still had any sense of unity.
Or perhaps he could lure them out with some food?
In the apocalypse, food and clean water were hard currency. No one would refuse either of those things, no matter how dangerous they might be.
Though with snow everywhere here, they probably were not lacking water!
Just as Lin Feng was considering whether to take out a piece of chocolate, the door of a somewhat larger house not far from them suddenly opened.
Creak—
The old wooden door, long fallen into disrepair, made a teeth-grating sound that instantly drew Lin Feng and Ophelia's attention.
The door slowly opened, revealing a hat-wearing face behind it.
The old face was wrinkled like orange peel, bearing a strained smile.
The worn cotton-padded coat was covered in patches. The visitor was a skinny old man.
A skinny old man.
"Travelers? Would you like to come in and sit for a while?"
The old man invited them in, seeming quite enthusiastic.
A cold wind blew past, making the old man's body tremble involuntarily as he made a show of pulling the half-open door a little more closed.
Lin Feng narrowed his eyes, his mind racing.
But soon, a smile appeared beneath Lin Feng's mask.
"Then sorry for the trouble, old sir!"
Lin Feng pulled Ophelia toward the house.
Through