"The person you like," Zhou Yingxue looked at Ren Xiaosu: "It's Yang Xiaojin, right?"

Ren Xiaosu silently and did not answer this question.

But Zhou Yingxue said, "If it were Yang Xiaojin, then I admit that she is indeed more beautiful than me, but weren't you who left Barrier No. 88 with Yang Xiaojin? Why didn't you see her?"

Zhou Yingxue remembers that Ren Xiaosu and Yang Xiaojin went to the northern river valley area to suppress bandits, and Yang Xiaojin never came back later.

Ren Xiaosu glanced at Zhou Yingxue: "Don't meddle in other people's business. Have you heard of thugs during your time in Central Plains?"

"No," Zhou Yingxue shook her head: "Although the thugs have been frequently active in the Central Plains in recent years, they are more secretive than they imagined and have more rigorous organizations. Some people say they are hiding behind a certain organization to command remotely, but no one knows which organization it is."

"Okay," Ren Xiaosu sighed. He has been in the Central Plains for two months, but he hasn't found anyone yet.

The sound of fighting in the barrier No. 61 finally stopped. The refugees were tired of the excitement in the middle of the night, but they didn't necessarily fall asleep when they returned to their shacks. When they woke up in the morning and went to the factory, they all stared at the dark circles and yawned.

But on the way to the factory with the workers, they were still discussing last night's battle with great enthusiasm, and were also happily guessing why it started to fight.

Unlike the sad expressions of the barrier residents, the refugees do not think that the battle has anything to do with them.

Refugees and barrier residents seem to live in two worlds, even their positions and values ​​are divided by a huge gap.

Every time Ren Xiaosu sees these things, he feels a little emotional, but Zhou Yingxue doesn't care about these things. She just wants to ask Ren Xiaosu: "Why are potatoes every meal?!"

Ren Xiaosu said indifferently: "Eat it just right, it's good to eat potatoes."

As he said that, Ren Xiaosu untied the rope for Zhou Yingxue and stuffed two cooked potatoes into Zhou Yingxue's hand. Zhou Yingxue took advantage of this rare free time to quickly move his joints so that the stiff joints would become flexible again.

At this time, Ren Xiaosu was still muttering: "You asked me yesterday, how could I, a superman, live in a market town? Because I was a refugee. You only had two meals of potatoes and felt that you couldn't eat them anymore, but you don't know that refugees in the northwest and southwest sometimes can't even eat potatoes. Who doesn't want to eat white rice and pasta? But do they eat them?"

Zhou Yingxue was stunned for a while, and she suddenly asked in a low voice: "Do you usually eat potatoes?"

"No," Ren Xiaosu shook his head: "I usually go to restaurants to eat, I have money."

Zhou Yingxue: "???"

At that time, she wanted to smash the two potatoes in her hand on Ren Xiaosu's face, but she didn't dare, and she really couldn't afford to offend her.

Zhou Yingxue looked cold: "I want to go to the restaurant, too."

"I think you're just thinking about nothing," Ren Xiaosu laughed happily, "Do you really think that the Wang family consortium is a bucket of money? Just after the destruction was done in other people's barriers, they turned around and walked in the market town with a swagger?"

For a moment, Zhou Yingxue felt sad in her heart. She was an extraordinary person at least, so why was she so powerless when facing Ren Xiaosu?

In the past, there were many young handsome men who pursued the 88 barrier. She was also the best in the Yang intelligence system in terms of assassination, intelligence and infiltration. Otherwise, other A-level killers would not have been killed by the barrier, but she had already escaped from the barrier.

But such an extraordinary person can only live by eating potatoes now.

Wait, Zhou Yingxue suddenly asked, "Where did the plants in your backyard come from?"

At this time, Zhou Yingxue finally felt something was wrong. She saw Ren Xiaosu with her own eyes and let the plants spit out potatoes. That scene almost subverted her perception. Don’t potatoes grow underground?

Ren Xiaosu smiled and said, "I had it when I bought this house."

"Do you think I can believe it?" Zhou Yingxue said stubbornly.

"That's the seeds I bought from others," Ren Xiaosu laughed happily.

"Nonsense, I have never seen anyone sell such strange seeds on the black market," Zhou Yingxue frowned.

"Black market?" Ren Xiaosu became interested: "Is there a black market in Central Plains?"

"Have you ever seen the black market?" Zhou Yingxue was stunned for a moment: "No matter where there will be such underground trading venues, the things sold are all contraband."

"Are there any treasures flying from the sky or any legendary magic weapon? Isn't this the era of the extraordinary?" Ren Xiaosu asked novelly.

"You didn't say anything," Zhou Yingxue rolled her eyes: "The focus of trading there was arms and medicine, as well as pre-catastrophic technology that was dug out from somewhere in various small groups, and finally intelligence transactions. My earliest mobile phone was also bought on the black market."

Ren Xiaosu said: "Can the peripheral killer's mobile phone still be bought on the black market? How much does a mobile phone cost..."

"One is 500,000!" Zhou Yingxue said.

Ren Xiaosu was shocked: "So expensive? The reward for a D-level mission is only 20,000 yuan!"

"But if you are promoted to level C, you will earn back five tasks," Zhou Yingxue said: "And some of this phone was not bought by the killer, but some big men who are hostile to Ankyo Temple buy for self-defense. Although you can't see the A-level tasks, you can see them at level B-level and B-level below. If Ankyo Temple releases the tasks, they can prepare in advance."

"Hey, don't Anjing Temple know about this?" Ren Xiaosu said in confusion.

"They don't seem to care," Zhou Yingxue said.

"What else is there on the black market?" Ren Xiaosu asked.

"By the way, there are many killers who live on the black market for a long time, because there are the safest hotels there. When Ankyo Temple releases collaborative tasks, the killers can become small groups through the hotel and disband after performing the tasks," said Zhou Yingxue. "For example, the task of the barrier No. 63 the day before yesterday, or the task of the barrier No. 61 yesterday can be completed in collaboration."

Ren Xiaosu suddenly realized that when he saw the text message, he was thinking that those killers usually hide their tracks and don’t know each other, so how can they cooperate?

It turns out that there is another world in this dark underground organization.

Now, Ren Xiaosu was a little interested in this black market. He didn't know what level he was in this black market killer? And there should be many A-level killers there, and he could even meet people from Anjing Temple. Just think about it and know that this would be a place where extraordinary people gather.

He is about to complete the task of taking Zhou Yingxue in. At that time, he will use the skill map to replicate the skills. Wouldn't it be fun? He is quite concerned about the skill of Tangerine Dragon Painting.
Chapter completed!