"That guy up ahead looks like a Transcendent?"
"Have any of you seen him among the people who go out to gather supplies?"
"Doesn't look like one."
"Every one of those people who go out looks fierce and vicious."
"Look at him. Even that little girl has more presence."
Scattered murmurs drifted out from behind doors, behind windows, and along the bases of walls.
Yang Yong caught most of it, his face expressionless.
He stretched out a hand, and the Demoness Pickup Truck vanished with a whoosh, stored inside the space within the Nine Nether Yuanchen White Bone Ring.
"Wow..."
Low gasps rose all around.
Such a huge vehicle had vanished just like that.
Anyone would have been stunned.
Yang Yong paid them no mind. He walked up to a relatively intact house and knocked on the door.
"Anyone home?"
No one answered. He asked again, "Are there any empty houses here we can stay in?"
Still no answer.
Inside, there was nothing but heavy breathing. Someone was clearly there; they simply didn't dare open the door.
Yang Yong was considering whether to take the door off with his blade when the sound of a vehicle suddenly came from the village entrance.
That sound... was far from normal.
The engine sounded like it was coughing, metal scraped against metal, and the tires made muffled squelching sounds as they rolled through the mud.
A rusty Off-Road Vehicle, practically falling apart, lurched in from the village entrance.
"They're back! The convoy's back!"
Someone shouted.
Immediately afterward, the people who had been hiding indoors poured out as though lashed with a whip, running toward the roadside.
"Where's my husband? Has my husband come back?"
"How much food will my brother bring back this time?"
"Plenty, for sure! Zhao Hu's such a good