The sun is like a meteorite with residual blood, slowly falling towards the horizon, and the afterglow casts a thick shadow on the high walls of the apocalyptic city.

The trading market wall looks even more majestic and lonely under the setting sun.

Outside the wall, the black asphalt ground has been cracked by the sun and has countless slender lines, like wrinkles on the earth, which have carried too much weight and years.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, groups of survivors trotted towards the gate of the trading market.

Among the crowd, there was a small team running at a slightly slower speed. One of them seemed to have been injured outside and had a lame leg. There were team members on his left and right helping him.

The man whose leg was injured was not carrying anything on his back, nor was the team member who was supporting him.

All the belongings of the three of them were carried by the other four.

They had already run onto the black asphalt road, less than 800 meters away from the gate of the trading market.

The leader, a muscular man, looked at the gate of the trading market not far away, and while trotting, he asked a man behind him: "Nandou, what time is it?"

Nandou looked at his watch and discovered that the dial of the watch had broken into pieces and the hands on it no longer moved.

He smiled wryly, raised his head, looked at the muscular man and replied:

"Huh——, Brother Sha, the watch is broken. Maybe... when we came out of the crematorium just now, we ran away from the zombies too fast and it was damaged."

Brother Sha frowned when he heard this and sighed:

"We can't do it without a watch. We can't grasp the time well. We might not be able to rush back to the trading market in time. We have to think of a way to get one in the trading market."

Perhaps it was because they had arrived outside the trading market and there were more and more people around them. The pace of those around them was not too fast, which made them feel more relieved.

Although they don't know the time, others definitely know the time. Since no one is in a hurry, this means that there is still some time before the trading market closes.

Nandou slowed down and said to Brother Sha:

"Shop No. 34 in the trading market commercial area is a grocery store. There seems to be mechanical watches for sale there."

"How many points?" Brother Sha asked.

Nandou quickly replied:

"The cheapest one costs 2 points, and the most expensive one I saw costs 20 points."

Brother Sha weighed the things in the package on his back.

"I'll go to the crematorium tomorrow and dismantle the generator. I should be able to exchange a lot of points for that generator."

It's the sixth year of the end of the world, and most of the places with abundant supplies have already been searched.

Such as food factories, supermarkets, residential buildings... basically all have been searched.

Only places like hospitals and schools have relatively few people going there. The density of zombies gathering in such places is high, and there are many zombies hiding inside.

Moreover, places like hospitals are particularly spooky, and mutated zombies such as wall-climbing zombies especially like to stay in it. Therefore, survivors who are not strong enough usually do not dare to take the risk of breaking into such a place.

On the contrary, in places like crematoriums, which have no value, very few humans set foot to search.

Although there is indeed nothing valuable inside, because few survivors have entered, some useful things can be found inside.

For example, today, they found a few bottles of liquor in a corner. I wonder if the corpse carrier inside needed to drink a few sips when carrying the corpse in order to increase his courage.

All in all, the trip to the crematorium was worthwhile.

The group of people walked under the wall of the trading market and saw a huge clock in the center of the gate of the trading market.

The time shown above is: 17:29.

call--

There's still half an hour left.

There is still plenty of time!

They breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, there was a roar of cars in the distance.

Rumble——

I saw a mighty motorcade speeding towards me from a distance.

Most of them were trucks, and the trucks were full of things, but the trucks were covered by tarps and it was difficult to see clearly what was inside.

There are two sidecar motorcycles at the front of the team. This type of motorcycle is also called a sidecar or a sidecar. It is a special type of motorcycle. It is characterized by an extra seat next to the main seat.

Often called a sidecar.

Each of the two sidecar motorcycles has a machine gun installed on the side seat.

The person sitting on the seat wore a black helmet, sunglasses, and scarf, and placed his hands on the machine gun, maintaining a posture ready to shoot at any time.

The end is cool and powerful!

The survivors who were lined up turned their heads and watched the convoy approaching.

"So damn handsome!"

"What's in this truck? Such a big truck..."

"Don't worry so much, step aside and stop blocking their way."

Cao Le, who is responsible for inspecting the entrance to the trading market, arranged two lanes in advance to allow the convoy coming from the headquarters base to enter.

Didi——

Suddenly a truck stopped at the gate, the window rolled down, and a head poked out.

"Old Cao." Xiao Hu waved towards Cao Le at the door.

Cao Le smiled and waved his hand, then pointed inside.

Xiao Hu knew that he was very busy now, so he didn't waste time by talking nonsense, so he asked the driver to drive into Wengcheng.

Time passes slowly.

5:45.

There are still 15 minutes until the market closes.

The gate of the trading market always closes at six o'clock in the evening.

Once six o'clock in the evening arrives, the city gates must be closed.

Anyone who arrives at the gate at six o'clock in the evening will enter the urn first without having to queue.

But if it's after six o'clock and the door is closed, it won't open no matter how many seconds you miss it.

Chu Juan and others, who came down from Jigong Mountain, hurriedly and slowly arrived outside the trading market, still 1 kilometer away from the gate.

Chu Juan glanced at her watch and shouted to the people behind her:

"There are still 15 minutes left, everyone run!"

The young men and women behind Chu Juan were carrying huge baskets on their backs and running frantically towards the gate of the trading market.

Originally, according to their original plan, there was no need to be in such a hurry.

But it took too much time to dig out the giant wild yam, which made the return time a bit tight.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! As they ran wildly, they finally arrived at the gate 6 minutes later.

Once we reach the gate, it's safe, which means we don't have to spend the night outside tonight.

Ever since the wall-climbing zombies appeared and could spend the night in the trading market, no survivor wanted to stay outside.

Wang Yongzhen was breathing heavily, his chest heaving and making a sound like a broken bellows.

He bent over and put his hands on his knees.

Bah, bah, bah!

Because he bent down, the wild yam in the basket behind him fell out.

These three wild yams are as thick as a fist, and one is nearly 40 centimeters.

The moment it fell out, some survivors nearby who knew the product screamed.

"Oh! Such a thick wild yam, you guys are so developed."

“Where did you dig the wild yams?”

"You were digging nearby, right?"

...

Wang Yongzhen's expression changed when he heard many people asking where they dug it from.

Didn't answer their questions.

These wild yams were items they exchanged for points and life-saving things. How could they tell others so easily.

If we tell them, we will have to compete with others when we go to dig wild yams in that place.

Liu Zhuangshi and two other physical education students protected Chu Juan and Wang Yongzhen behind them.

This is outside the trading market, and they are afraid of being robbed by others.

Although few people outside the trading market dare to openly rob, it is not as safe as in the trading market.

As long as they enter the trading market, their property and personal safety can be guaranteed.

Cao Le at the door looked at the time and saw that it was only five minutes before six o'clock, so he shouted to the team members who were doing a rough inspection at the door: "Put it in first, and then check it inside."

Then he picked up the whistle on his chest and blew it.

"No need to queue, hurry in."

"Go in, why are you standing there? You don't want to go in?"
To be continued...