Salvage City was full of strangeness.
On the streets, small groups of people exuded powerful auras. Everyone here, upon returning to Shangjing City, would have the qualifications to compete for the position of team captain. Moreover, their methods were even more ferocious. They had all crawled out from between knife edges, far different from those greenhouse flowers.
But even though there were quite a few people walking in Salvage City, and even some shops open on both sides of the streets, it was...silent as the grave.
Everyone tacitly maintained quietness. At most, when buying and selling in shops, they would speak in low voices.
Each shop had only one young clerk. They looked quite young and didn't seem to have any aura of energy on them at all, just like ordinary people.
But those powerful salvagers didn't have any thoughts of looting the shops.
It was as if they were apprehensive about something.
Wang Ye appeared on the street as a new face, quickly attracting many gazes. But different from the city gate, they merely took a glance at Wang Ye before shifting their eyes away.
There was an unwritten rule in Salvage City.
No life or death matters outside the city.
No loud noises or killing allowed inside the city.
Although not explicitly stated, those who violated the rules had already mysteriously died.
In this life and his previous one, this was Wang Ye's first time coming to Salvage City. He looked around curiously and found that all the shop clerks had slightly pale complexions and stiff bodies, with dull eyes.
It was as if...they lacked the aura of the living.
Were they puppets?
Wang Ye thought for a while as he ceaselessly searched for No.7 Grocery Store on the streets.
The search process was much easier than he had imagined. Going deep into an alley, at the farthest corner of the alley, there was a shop that looked rather shabby. A damaged signboard hung there, with the words "No.7 Grocery Store" written on it.
After silently remembering the location of the grocery store, Wang Ye checked the time. There were still two hours until 11pm.
Based on the postal service's intention, it seemed he could just put down the box and leave directly.
But something was likely to hinder him. He must rush out of this seemingly ordinary shop before midnight.
After roughly organizing his thoughts, Wang Ye entered the grocery store.
After all, this place would become his home ground two hours later. Checking it out in advance to get a better grasp of things was always better.
Strangely, while all the shops outside, regardless of size or goods sold, had a clerk inside, this one was...completely empty.
The shelves inside the grocery store were even completely bare, as if it had been abandoned for a long time.
But if the grocery store was already abandoned, the counter, floor, tables and chairs were all clean and tidy, clearly showing traces of cleaning.
Of course, it would have seemed a bit strange if the address given by the postal service looked ordinary and normal.
Carefully observing the layout of the shop, from the counter to the door, there was only a distance of 5 meters. Although there was a square table with four chairs in between, with Wang Ye's current speed, he could rush out in just one second even if he took a detour.
It was hard to imagine what he would encounter next that would make the postal service give him an hour to escape.
Behind the counter was a wooden door, locked by an old bronze lock.
Based on the layout, it seemed to connect to the backyard.
Other than that, there was not much difference from other shops.
At this moment, footsteps sounded from outside the door.
A man who looked very weak scholararily walked into the grocery store wearing an ancient white robe.
Wang Ye's gaze flickered slightly as he took two steps back and stood to the side silently.
The scholar had fair skin, an elegant scholarly temperament. He gracefully came to the front of the counter and peeked inside.
Then a disappointed look appeared on his face and he turned to leave.
It was as if he had just noticed Wang Ye. A hint of joy flashed across the scholar's face, but he didn't speak. Instead, he lightly nodded at Wang Ye and exited the grocery store.
Silently observing everything until the scholar left, sweat kept dripping down Wang Ye's forehead and his entire body weakened slightly.
From the moment the scholar entered the grocery store, a powerful oppressive aura directly flooded the room. Under this terrifying aura, even a slight movement took tremendous effort from Wang Ye.
That person...was quite terrifying.
Recalling all the actions and emotions of the man after he entered, Wang Ye slowly exited the grocery store.
There were still two hours until 11pm.
Perhaps this mission was more dangerous than he had imagined. He needed to make more preparations.
Shangjing City.
The sky gradually darkened as the clouds formed a swirling vortex shape. The center of the vortex was pointed right at the neighborhood where Wang Ye was.
In a house.
It's about to appear!
The address has been locked - Donghua District, Xingfu Community!
An old man who looked like a peasant took a hard puff from his tobacco pipe. Beneath his honest face was a hint of gloominess: This mission was personally assigned by several big figures of our stockade. If we mess it up, there's no need to go back.
A middle-aged woman with a headscarf had a solemn expression as she nodded: I heard the Buddhist Clan and Dao City are also participating. Relying on just us few will be a bit difficult.
The other two youths, one male and one female, nodded in agreement with grave expressions.
The old man knitted his brows and hesitated for a long time: At the critical moment, I will ask the inspector to take action. Moreover, we also have people among the top echelons of the heavenly branch.
Hearing the old man's words, the three visibly relaxed and the atmosphere lightened up again.
This time, regarding the election for the Buddha's successor, although the moderator couldn't make a move due to the greater situation, he has passed his Vajra pestle to you. I believe that with the power of the Vajra pestle, you will definitely be able to gain an advantage in this operation.
Huating Hotel
In front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window, a handsome young man stood with his hands behind his back.
Behind him, the middle-aged bald man respectfully said:
The moderator was able to give me the Vajra pestle, how could the other elders just watch as I forcibly charged ahead with their own supporters?
They're just tacitly maintaining an unspoken understanding. If I'm confident I can crush them relying solely on the Vajra pestle, I'm afraid the first one to die would be me.
However, even so, I, Anan, will still forcibly suppress this generation.
A strong self-confidence emanated from the youth.
The middle-aged bald man became even more respectful. Pressing his palms together, he softly chanted: Amitabha.
In various locations throughout Shangjing City, several youths all emanated powerful auras.