Real Apocalypse Game

The shopkeeper nodded quickly and kept sniffing his nose, as if he wanted to smell the aroma of the cigarette:

"Tell me, this guest, what do you want to change? I will tell you everything I know."

Shen Feng nodded, glanced around the shop, and found that there were quite a lot of messy things, and they were basically found by miners in the ruins of various towns.

There's even a battered mountain bike in there, hanging on the wall as if it were a decoration.

Shen Feng's eyes lit up and asked:

"Can that motorcycle still be driven?"

The shopkeeper immediately showed the face of a profiteer and said:

"This customer, this is the most valuable thing in my shop, it's worth far more than even a legendary cigarette..."

The firefly next to him interrupted him immediately and said:

"Come on, isn't this the junk I moved back last year? It's not usable at all, the wheels are broken."

The shop owner said a little embarrassedly: "Even so, this is a commemoration of prehistoric civilization, and it is definitely a treasure."

"Damn treasure, you go to the ruins where the mines are half-opened. There are such things everywhere... This is what you said at the beginning." Yinghuo said angrily.

Shen Feng smiled and asked, "Is there gasoline in the store? Gasoline is...the liquid that can make the car run, and it smells pungent..."

Before he finished speaking, Yinghuo and the shopkeeper next to him looked at him with strange expressions.

Then I saw the shopkeeper take out a dilapidated Coke bottle from under the dilapidated counter, which contained a yellow liquid, and a strong smell of gasoline emanated.

The purity is almost, and there are some impurities, but it should be usable.

The shopkeeper tilted his head and asked:

"Outlander, did you come from a very barren place? We still have a lot of gasoline here, all of which are exchanged from the crow tribe dozens of miles away... Of course, there are no cars in our town, and we use this Something to illuminate."

Crow tribe?

Shen Feng's heart moved, it seems that the level of civilization remaining in this world is more optimistic than what he expected before, at least there are vehicles, and even oil refining.

Only the newly refined oil can be preserved.

"I want this broken car."

"Three cigarettes." The shopkeeper said with narrowed eyes.

"Three cigarettes? A broken motorcycle that can't be driven, you are stealing money!" Yinghuo shouted indignantly.

Shen Feng said without changing his face: "You can only change one. After all, it's useless. In addition, you have to catch this barrel of oil."

The shop owner sneered and said, "Outlander, don't you want to repair this car? You'd better give up your mind, the most powerful technicians in our town can't repair it, and there were people from the crow tribe who came to see it. Well, it's useless at all."

Shen Feng said calmly, "One, plus this money, or I'll leave."

As he said that, he threw out the bottle caps that he had obtained from a few gangsters before.

The owner gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, just one, what more do you want?"

Soon, Shen Feng took Yinghuo to continue bargaining, and bought a bunch of things including used motorcycles at the price of half a pack of cigarettes, as well as many metal parts seen in the store.

Plus two bottles of groundwater and some jerky.

Yinghuo also took out the flyer of the supermarket's big sale that he found, and changed a full 800 bottle caps, and immediately became a little rich woman.

The two returned home full of rewards, and Shen Feng directly found an abandoned house in a corner of Wuming Town to live in.

There are so many houses of this kind that you only need to pay taxes to the mayor, you can live directly, and they are sheltered by the security team in the town.

What made Shen Feng a little regretful was that the shop owner didn't know any of the questions he wanted to ask.

On the issue of nuclear warheads, the shop owner also wanted to make up a story by himself, saying that the nuclear warheads were the eggs laid by the God of East Wind. He wanted to fool Shen Feng and be easily seen by him.

In the end, the shop owner had to be frank. Perhaps only the mayor can know about these things. After all, he is the oldest person.

Helping Shen Feng put those tattered things away, Yinghuo said excitedly:

"Shen Feng, thank you very much this time. Although you tied me up, you are a good person! I am rich now, and I want to treat you to dinner! Come, follow me to the restaurant!"

Without further ado, he grabbed Shen Feng's arm and pulled it out.

The two quickly came to a building in the central area of ​​Wuming Town, with the signboard of "Unknown Hotel" hanging on it.

Walking in with Shen Feng, Yinghuo sat on a chair with only an iron shelf, patted the table and shouted:

"Boss, bring two potatoes, four cockroach cakes, two roasted mice, and a plate of dried earthworms! By the way, there is also a bottle of well water that was just pumped up!"

The owner and chef of the restaurant were both alone, and they built a fire next to them and started roasting potatoes and mice, jokingly saying:

"Yinghuo is making a fortune, what treasure have you dug up?"

Yinghuo said with a smile: "I dug up the paper with the words of the gods written on it, and there are images of gods on it. Don't many big tribes accept this?"

The few people eating next to them couldn't help but exclaimed:

"That's really lucky! That's enough to last you three winters...if you can keep respawning."

"It's better to be a miner than to grow potatoes and raise cockroaches."

"Tsk tsk, why can't I dig anything good..."

Food was served quickly as there was really not much to do.

The potatoes were baked directly with rat oil, the cockroach cake seemed to be made of ground cockroaches, and the dried earthworms were washed and dried directly, with a little salt added.

Yinghuo didn't care about this, just picked up a potato and started to gobble it, saying:

"It's not as good as what you gave me to eat, but it's not bad to eat people. Eat it quickly."

Shen Feng picked up a piece of cockroach cake and looked at it. He took a bite. Surprisingly, it wasn't too bad to eat. After all, it was completely ground and only protein was left.

For the food in the wasteland, he had already prepared himself mentally. To be honest, the current situation is many times better than he expected.

It's just that the taste is too bland, no oil or salt, it's really not delicious.

Shen Feng groped for a while in his backpack, then UU Reading www.uukanshu.com took out a bottle of Lao Ganma, unscrewed it, and put it on the table.

I picked up the chopsticks made of twigs, put a chopstick on it, put it on the browned potatoes, took a bite, and it tasted so much better.

The aroma of chili oil wafted out, immediately causing a sound of drooling.

"What the **** is this? It's delicious too!"

"Could it be... is it a legendary seasoning?"

"It seems to be the pepper in ancient myths! It must be, it must be that kind of thing!"

"There is a head portrait on that bottle, and there is even a divine language. This is a sacred relic from the ancient times? The woman on the portrait is a goddess?"

The people around were muttering and drooling for a while, and the eyes they looked at Shen Feng had turned into reverence.

What is the identity of this foreigner? It has so many treasures.

Could it be that he is a Taoyuan person from Taoyuan Township?

In the corner, the group of Scar who was eating cockroach cake, their eyes were full of greed, and they could hardly hold back.

"Scar, aren't we the guardians of Wuming Town? Why didn't the mayor let us rob the stranger?"

A man of five and three thick said viciously.

Scar snorted coldly and said:

"What the mayor wants is order, and what he wants is taxes, how can we live or die..."

A hunchbacked subordinate next to him said viciously:

"I think we should change the mayor too... If it wasn't for that holy spear in his hand..."

Scar raised his hand slightly, looked at Shen Feng in the distance, and said solemnly:

"Be quiet, have you noticed that there seems to be no mutation in this foreigner's body... You said, could he be a provenance? I heard that the crow tribe is looking for a clean and flawless source..."