Bab 521: Treasure

Society had changed in many ways since the apocalypse, but in others, it remained the same as ever.

Xu Feng kept his head down, following Yujie closely. They passed stall after stall, some offering crude weapons, others showcasing gleaming jade stones that pulsed with energy only Xu Feng could see.

Every now and then, someone glanced in their direction, but most people were too busy tending to their own business to care about their group of four.

Weapons were on display everywhere: guns, swords, knives, and stranger, more primitive tools of survival. The prices for firearms were astronomical—far beyond what Xu Feng had imagined, not that he fully understood the value of this world's currency, which seemed to be a mixture of gold and crystal nuclei.

Swords, on the other hand, were far more affordable, and the odd assortment of makeshift weapons—crafted from scrap metal, wood, or whatever else people could find—were the cheapest of all.