The tent on the shore stretched for at least a thousand meters. When he walked to the tent concentration area, Haoren immediately frowned, covered his nose, and couldn't help but mutter: "It's so dirty! It's so smelly!"

The public area next to the tent is full of all kinds of domestic garbage, and mosquitoes and flies as big as palms are flying around nearby, with fishy smell like stinking ditches floating in the wind, which is unbearable.

What is most surprising is that even in such an environment, many people seem to know that they are squatting next to the tent, holding a lunch box, and eating like nothing is wrong.

Rather than saying that this is a gathering place, it is more suitable for a refugee concentration camp. Before he vomited it out, Haoren accelerated his pace and passed through the dilapidated places on the periphery. As he went deeper inside, the dirty and messy scene barely improved, but the overall feeling was still full of chaos.

Haoren couldn't help but think of the town. Although it was still full of various unstable situations, at least on the surface the entire town maintained a certain stability and could make people live with a little peace of mind. Although all this was brought about by Sheriff Wang's pressure, it was a good idea.

But it’s different here. No one with strong individuals stand up. It seems that these people are living and fighting in their own small groups.

No one obeys anyone's control, and the final result is chaos.

Haoren occasionally saw several people arguing with each other. Without saying a few words, he fought on the spot without any scruples. The others watched indifferently and continued to do their own things.

Even in a hidden corner, Haoren saw one or two dead bodies that had been dead for a long time. It was obviously not the mutant monsters. These people were somewhat sensible in fighting, but sometimes they would take too much action and even use their skills directly, which could cause death.

Going further, the order was relatively better. Several men with red armbands wrapped around their arms were walking back and forth. Judging from the luster of their equipment, they were at least at the bronze level. They were much stronger than those who had black iron equipment and even none of them on the periphery. They were probably maintaining order, at least the situation of openly fighting and hurting people did not appear here.

There were dozens of people in a long queue not far away, and I don’t know what I was doing, so Haoren stepped forward to inquire.

"You just came!" A man wearing a red armband came over and looked at Haoren with vigilance: "I also want to cross the river?"

"That's right!"

The man with red armband shook his head: "If there is another way out, it's better not to cross the river, even if you go to other provinces."

“How to say it?”

The man with red armband sneered softly: "Didn't you see that eight-legged monster? Many people have died here in order to cross the river. At first, there were at least tens of thousands of people who gathered here to cross the river, and they crossed a small part one after another. Later, the star anise octopus appeared and completely controlled the waterway. Whether it was a ferry or a bridge, they would die miserably. Many people gave up crossing the river and went to Annan Province from the north."

Haoren looked around and said, "There are at least hundreds of people here."

Another man also came over and sighed: "The people who stayed are all miserable people. Our relatives and friends are all in the city. Not everyone can cruelly abandon their wives and children, and only care about running for their own lives."

Haoren's face was a little dark. He thought of his parents at home, and he didn't know whether they were alive or dead at this moment. Yang Feng and his friends also came to the city to find their parents and relatives, and he didn't know if they had successfully crossed the river.

Thinking of this, it is quite pitiful that those outside who are fighting and fighting are doing nothing. They have to choose to cross the river because they care about their relatives. However, the fierce elite monsters always wander in the water, consuming everyone's will.

"Can you cross the river other places? I remember there are more than just bridges here."

"It's impossible! The other bridges have collapsed completely, and the only ones that can be barely used are here." The man in red armband shook his head.

“Where is the ferry?”

"The ferry is even more impossible," two men with red armbands smiled bitterly: "The piranhas in the river are so terrifying. When the ferry is on, you can be knocked over directly. I have seen several people with my own eyes being eaten so that they are not even left with skeletons!"

Haoren also sighed: "So can only eliminate the octopus and then cross the river from the bridge?"

"Yes, this octopus is very smart. As long as you feel someone is close to your attack range, you can immediately take away someone even if you stand on the bridge."

Haoren frowned: "Staying this bridge has not been completely destroyed. Perhaps it is deliberately attracting others to take risks. This is a hunting bait!"

The man with red armband was stunned and asked, "Isn't that evil? Is it so high IQ?"

Haoren shook his head, not giving much explanation on this issue, pointed to the long queue and asked, "What are you doing in line here?"

“Buy a tent!”

"Ha? Tent!"

"There is a tailor here. Anyone who comes here will come to buy one. I suggest you take a look, it's really a good tent."

Haoren nodded and thanked him, and was also lined up behind the line. No wonder there were dense tents of large and small. It turned out to be the products of the secondary professional tailor, but this was not bad, it was much better than the ones in the open air.

After waiting for more than half an hour, it was finally Haoren's turn. The tailor sold the tent, a short-haired woman in her thirties, not tall, looks very capable, and is wearing a light yellow robe.

"What kind of tent do you want?" the woman asked without raising her head, as she quickly flipped through the piles of folding tents on the table.

"Are there any types of tents?" Haoren was very curious.

The woman finally raised her head and looked at Haoren: "I just came here. The tent I made is divided into three types: simple, economical, practical and luxurious."

Haoren smiled with great interest and said, "It's quite interesting, let me introduce it."

"Simple tents are the most ordinary tents, and can only be accommodated by people; economical and practical tents have the function of automatically adjusting the temperature, of course they are limited to tents, and a small bed is also provided for free; in addition to all the functions of economic tents, the luxurious tent also comes with a reply acceleration effect. If you live in the tent, your health and mana will be replied faster." The woman spoke very quickly, and she has no idea how many times she said about these introductions.

"Does the luxury tent have an accelerated recovery effect?" Haoren thought.

The woman's eyes lit up and she smiled and continued: "The luxurious tent has exclusive functions, which means that once your tent is built, no one can break in at will unless you agree. If it is destroyed by force, the tent will automatically issue a warning sound and warn the owner in advance."

Haoren thought for a moment and asked about the price.

"A simple tent of 1,000 Doomsday coins, economical and practical 3,000 Doomsday coins, and luxurious 6,000 Doomsday coins!" The woman saw that the young man was a little moved, and smiled and said, "This is the most fair price, and within a few kilometers, no one can make such a tent except me."

This kind of luxurious tent must consume a considerable amount of honor to exchange for drawings in the professional altar. If an ordinary person is, he will probably never do such useless things.

There are many functions of luxury tents, but they are not very effective. They are just providing a wild residence. But this woman just exchanges for drawings of this tent, and the sales look pretty good. She is really a very business-minded woman!

Haoren was still pondering, but the people behind the line were a little impatient and urged him to move forward quickly.

"How many items are needed for deluxe tents if they use equipment to pay the bill?"

After strengthening the full set of 12-level equipment, Haoren was out of money. Although the later Fire Ant King dungeon made the Doomsday coins on his hand more abundant, he did not want to use the money for the time being. Instead, the equipment was not very useful to keep it.

After the town was destroyed, it also means that it is impossible to encounter a large-scale trading ground for the time being. As for this refugee concentration camp, Haoren does not feel that the equipment can be sold openly in this chaotic place.

In this way, using equipment to mortgage the money of the tent is a very good choice.

"Two pieces of black iron equipment, one piece of bronze equipment, and silver equipment, forget it, you can't have silver equipment." The woman quickly quoted the price.

Haoren was a little surprised. He originally planned to exchange two bronze equipment. One bronze suit was worth about three thousand end-of-day coins, but he thought about it and found that this was only measured by the price in the town.

Different places, the value of equipment will also vary greatly. From the women's words, Haoren immediately roughly judged the equipment level and even the combat power level of everyone in this place.

Even bronze equipment is so scarce, Haoren doesn't have much expectations for the combat power level of these people.

"This is a bronze-level magic guard. You should be a mage profession, and it is quite useful to you."
Chapter completed!