After Lan Yueyue left, Wen Jiuya felt that even the air had become much fresher.
“Finally, we can properly have some fun. This street is really interesting, it has everything. Now people trade goods for goods. My nail set was exchanged here with a Big Sister using a bottle of water.”
This trading street was not very prosperous. Most items were placed on a piece of cloth or in a slightly broken basket.
There were clothes, shoes, gold and silver jewelry, sleeping bags, tents…
Wen Qiao exchanged a box of braised pork rice for three gold bracelets she liked. She used her metal-type superpower to test them first; they were real. They had engraved patterns and looked very beautiful.
Prices seemed low now, but they would become even lower in the future.
Because it had only been 19 days since the apocalypse, many people had not yet exhausted their food and water supplies. Later on, the real apocalypse would begin—the apocalypse of humanity.
Wen Jiuya used water to exchange for several jewelry necklaces. Xue Qi verified them as genuine. The two sisters had similar tastes and got along very well.
Seeing that the two of them were happy, Xue Qi did not interfere. He went alone to someone who seemed to be trading information.
It was a gray-faced boy.
“Can I ask you a few questions?” Xue Qi walked over holding a box of self-heating hotpot.
“Five boxes of self-heating hotpot for five bottles of water. I am the all-knowing informant of Minqi Base—there is nothing I don’t know.” The boy quoted his price, clearly taking advantage of Xue Qi being a new face.
“You are a mental-type superpower user?” Xue Qi noticed his nervous expression and then said, “I am too, but my level is higher than yours. With such a useful superpower, why don’t you go kill zombies instead of earning money through information? That won’t be a long-term path.”
The boy did not dare act up and replied aggrievedly, “Two boxes… two bottles of water.”
“Fine. I ask, you answer.”
“Mm.”
“What important information is there recently?”
The boy thought for a moment. “There are 15 superpower teams in the base. The strongest are the Leader’s Rose Thorn Team and Hu Ju’s Zuye Team. These two are founders of the base and also its leaders. The others were formed later. Some are quite strong, others are average.”
“Recently, there has been a very difficult mission that has been troubling the leaders. About 652 kilometers southeast of the base, there is a small private rose garden. A whole yard of roses mutated after the apocalypse. At first, no one paid attention to it, until it began to eat people.”
“At the beginning, it would wrap around and devour anyone who passed by. Later, its level increased rapidly, spreading fast, and now it has completely covered the courtyard that once contained it.”
“It even actively attacks humans. The Leader issued a mission request: Mutated Rose Flower, to be completely eliminated. The reward has already increased from five sacks of ten-jin rice to ten sacks of ten-jin rice, plus three crystal cores, because all self-organized teams and both of the base’s strongest teams have failed—everyone was wiped out.”
“I heard the Leader is planning to form a new free team and have them work together with the leaders’ Zuye Team.”
Xue Qi interrupted him. “What are the abilities of the Zuye Team?”
“I was just about to say. Their team is different from others. All members are earth-type superpower users with strength enhancement stacking. They are both offensive and defensive. But since the rose is plant-type, to prevent unexpected situations, they will also bring fire-type users and other ability users.”
“Do you know about crystal cores? The news came from Base No. 1 in Capital City two days ago. They can enhance one’s superpower. The higher the level of the crystal core, the more obvious the improvement. So it is easy to see that although this rose mission is dangerous, the temptation of level-two crystal cores is even greater.”
“Anything else?”
“That’s it. This is the most popular news recently.”
Xue Qi handed him the promised supplies after the boy left.
The three of them exchanged glances.
“Are we going?” Xue Qi asked.
“Yes!” Wen Qiao and Wen Jiuya answered at the same time.
The two of them were not people who usually kept plants, but they both liked flowers. Now that it was the apocalypse, and there was a chance to enter a private rose garden, of course they would go.
Why wait? They would register immediately.
The group walked back from the end of the trading street to the front again. Wen Qiao and Wen Jiuya looked like two nouveau riche women—one wearing three gold bracelets, the other wearing two necklaces. Their reason was simple: they looked good, and they did not want to store them in their space for now.
Xue Qi had truly become a “pretty boy.” He was dressed very plainly, looking like someone who was not favored.
But in the eyes of others, he was already very favored—clean clothes, no injuries, a space-type superpower, and food stored inside.