The night market at the base was bustling, exchanging all kinds of things, but what was most lacking were food, water, and Crystal Cores.
Here, no one dared to carelessly bring out something like food.
The frenzy these people could whip up might trample a few to death.
"Miss, what would you like to exchange for?"
The girl with a cold expression stood in front of a stall, eyeing those few magazines with a somewhat complex mood.
This is the apocalypse!
The apocalypse, for goodness' sake!!
The apocalypse!!
"Miss, these are out of print now, they can be collected, once the apocalypse is over, their value will double," The stallholder immediately recommended upon seeing Chuzheng staring at the magazines.
"..." You sure know how to do business. "You think the apocalypse will be over?"
"Hey, gotta have some hope, right?" The person was very optimistic, "Miss, how about it? I'll exchange for a pack of instant noodles."