What's wrong with being cold-blooded in the end times? Anyone who messes with my wife will die.

It is often gloomy after the rain in autumn, and it is a rare sunny day.

The strange smell of the damp soil mixed with the cold air penetrated into everyone's nostrils, causing a continuous coughing.

They struggled to make their way through the dilapidated ruins, their breathing echoing in their ears. There were tents set up on the roadside, iron pots set up, and pale mist rising up.

Some people gathered together and whispered, holding something in their hands, trading furtively and cautiously, with faint blue and deep purple light appearing between their fingers.

A black-haired boy wearing a peaked cap, about twelve or thirteen years old, looked around and recognized what it was at a glance. He grabbed the man's hand and whispered, "Dad, they have a lot of spirit crystals."

The sturdy and handsome man was wearing a black camouflage uniform. He seemed to be the leader of the team, with a faint red glow on his chest. Behind him were tired-looking women and alert-looking men. There were about twenty or thirty people at a glance.

The appearance of this team did not attract the attention of others, because the road they were taking through the ruins was already blocked.

"There are so many people queuing up, and there are still many people living around the ruins. It's too difficult to enter the city." The boy said, "Dad, can we really get in?"

The man simply pressed the top of the boy's hat lightly, and walked closer to the crowd with his companions, asking the two young men at the end of the team.

"This is the Alien Alliance City, right?"

The two young men, one with a sinister look and the other with a cheerful expression, the former just looked at them silently, while the latter answered the question frankly: "Are you new here? From somewhere else?"

"We came all the way from the north," the man said gently, "traveling day and night, and the people we met along the way were all heading to Aito City. We heard that the Alien Alliance City here can exchange various supplies."

"In today's world, eating fresh fruit and bread can only be achieved in dreams, but in this Alien Alliance City, any dream can become a reality." The cheerful man smiled and said, "However, if you want to obtain supplies, you have to give enough weight."

The man nodded politely and stood in line with his men at the back.

On both sides of the team, there were countless tents, simple bungalows built with elemental powers, and people with special powers sitting on the ground smoking, drinking, and eating dry food. When they looked at the people in the queue, their eyes were very deep, as if they were looking at walking prey.

The queue stretched forward and forward, seemingly with no end in sight, but the towering dark wall suddenly crashed into everyone's sight so fiercely that it even blocked the sky.

"Dad——" The boy shook the man's hand and pointed to a window that appeared on the high wall. There was a dark figure swaying on the window. Looking more closely, it seemed to be a "guard" specially created with supernatural powers.

There are just too many people.

Although the team was noisy, it was very orderly and there was no queue-jumping. The boy was very thirsty. He watched the psychic on the side of the road unscrew the cap of a bottle of red date yogurt and drink it into his mouth in big gulps. He couldn't help swallowing.

"Ai Xin." The man called his name, "I've told you many times not to keep your eyes directly on one person for more than ten seconds."

Ai Xin withdrew his gaze in disappointment and rubbed his dry lips fiercely.

"Dad, where are we going to sleep tonight? Can we get supplies?" he asked repeatedly. "Sister said we can go in directly when we come."

The man covered his mouth directly, shook his head gently, and looked at a gentle but pale woman behind him.

"Ah Heng, if Xiao Fu doesn't want to come, where will she go?"

The woman rubbed her brows and spoke in a hoarse voice: "She won't leave here. Maybe... there is no way for her to appear here."

The team kept moving forward. They saw that many people with special abilities who went to exchange supplies had unhappy faces. Some were whispering and grumbling, while others went directly to the tents and bungalows on both sides, dragging black bags.

"The exchange rate of spirit crystals has dropped. It's already hard to get high-level spirit crystals. This Yimeng City is really relying on its monopoly. The people in it are arrogant and domineering..."

"You better be careful with your words. The people we are doing business with are from the lower class of the outer city. They are different from the upper class people in the inner city."

"Inside the city there are upper and lower classes, but what about outside the city?"

"For people like us who can't even enter the Alien Alliance City, we can only find a place to stay in the ruins. Naturally, we are refugees."

"This isn't a peaceful society to begin with. Face the reality, buddy. If you're good at math, you should know that it's been seven or eight years since the apocalypse. We'd be lucky to have a place to exchange supplies!"

"Isn't this nonsense? It's already 2030..."

Ai Xin took out a small box of lozenges from his coat pocket. There were only a dozen lozenges left in it. He poured out two, one for his mother and one for his father.

Neither of them took it. Ai Xin stuffed one into his mouth. The sour sweetness of lemon and the fragrance of mint danced in his mouth. He resisted the urge to crush the candy, quietly observing his surroundings and following the crowd forward.

When they started to line up, the sky had just cleared up. After an unknown amount of time, even the damp soil on the ground had become dry, and Ai Xin finally stood near the archway under the black wall.

The arch is covered with spikes on both sides, exuding a gloomy and cold aura. When the front wave of people enter, the spikes under the arch will slowly retract into the wall. When they enter, the spikes will grow out again and cross the queue.

Ai Xin looked at the spikes and saw the three-dimensional relief words engraved on the wall next to the arch.

"The south entrance of the outer city is open once a week."

"Regardless of right or wrong, the heads of troublemakers will be thrown on the wall."

"Giving the head to the wall...what does that mean?" Ai Xin read out the words above.

At this moment, the black wall seemed to have a spirit. After hearing his words, the dark surface slowly began to float, and then receded like the tide, revealing something hidden inside the wall.

Ai Xin screamed and bumped into his mother!

There was a small door next to the archway. A psychic carrying supplies was just coming out. When he saw the little boy was so scared that his face turned pale, he started to tease him.

"Be careful. The Lord of Yimeng City never has the patience to judge who is right or wrong."

"Yes, if you cause trouble outside, I will cut off your head with a wisp of black energy."

The man looked sullen and said nothing, just staring at the arch.

This time the wait was not long. After the spikes slowly opened, he took Ai Xin and his wife by the hand, turned back to confirm the presence of his companions, and walked in.

In an instant, their eardrums were vibrating with the chaotic noise in the city.