In those days of Plants vs. Zombies

(二九五四 六二三 一三)

The number of refugee flows is very huge, which means that the breath of life they exude is very huge.

The main body of the refugee wave is basically civilians with no fighting skills, and there are only a few spiritual warriors who survived the battle.

It can only be said to be fanciful to expect these few spiritual warriors who are still injured to resist the countless low-level undead or monsters in the abandoned city.

This also caused the refugees in War Garden 5918 to suffer heavy losses on the way out.

Thousands of powerless civilians were brutally slaughtered by the corpses roaming the abandoned city, and the spiritual warriors who escorted them were almost all killed or injured.

But fortunately, some refugees eventually arrived at the nearby War Gardens and... the homeless gathering place.

This homeless gathering place is located on the southeastern outskirts of Abandoned City No. 59. It was formerly a huge air raid shelter.

In the old days, this air raid shelter had a very complete configuration.

The ventilation system and power system sufficient for thousands of people make it stand out among countless gathering places.

Spirit-planting warriors and civilians from the Occupied War Garden, wandering traders who call themselves home from all over the world, criminals who defected to the Federation, and desperate wanted criminals...

Wanderers from three religions and nine schools with different origins all gathered in this air-raid shelter, making it a prosperous gathering place.

Some people may ask, since so many wanderers gather here, wouldn't the life energy emanating from this gathering place attract the low-level undead in the abandoned city?

In fact, this problem has been solved.

First of all, the air raid shelter where the gathering place is located is located deep underground, and the corpses on the ground are difficult to detect.

Secondly, the wanderer guards in the gathering area will also regularly clean up the low-level undead near the gathering area.

Finally, the wanderers each have special skills and can move alone in the abandoned city. Naturally, they also have ways to avoid the corpses and hide themselves.

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Just as Angela was about to enter the market, she saw several wanderers waiting at the entrance.

The leader was a roebuck-headed weed with a deep scar on his ugly cheek, diagonally across the bridge of his nose and extending to the corner of his mouth.

He was wearing decent clothes but stained with dried blood, and he was playing with a dagger in his left hand.

Several weeds dressed similarly to him, with a flowing air, holding crude weapons, surrounded Scar Weeds.

Scarweed pretended to be impatient, but in fact he used his eyes very seriously to look at every wanderer who entered the market, as if he was looking for someone.

Angela held her breath silently. She knew who these weeds were here to find.

Angela, who looked like a little lolita, silently lowered the hood of her cloak, blended in with the crowd, and walked quickly into the market.

Scarweed did not notice this petite figure and continued to identify the crowd.

This made Angela breathe a sigh of relief, involuntarily quickened her pace, turned around and turned into an alley in the market.

But Angela didn't notice at all that one of Scar Weed's younger brothers stared at her back silently until she disappeared into the alley.

This little weed boy left silently while Scar Weed wasn't paying attention, walking in the same direction as Angela.

The market, as a very important area where homeless people gather, appears to be more orderly than other places in the air raid shelter.

The ceiling of the air-raid shelter above the bazaar is equipped with many bright incandescent lights, which are very eye-catching in the darkness.

There are simple stalls, with a roll of bedding spread out on the dusty floor and scattered merchandise on display.

There are also normal shops located on both sides of the road, built with various materials.

All kinds of wanderers shuttled through the market, walking and thinking, sometimes talking to each other to discuss prices, sometimes arguing and insulting.

But physical conflict is not allowed here, at least not explicitly.

Several spiritual warriors patrolling with weapons can be seen in the market. They are the subordinates of the gathering place manager and are responsible for maintaining order in the market.

The little Loli's figure stopped in front of a shop on the corner of the street. She looked around, then opened the old wooden door and walked in.

The shopkeeper was standing behind the counter. Hearing the sound of the door opening, he turned around and looked at the visitor.

The owner of this grocery store is a middle-aged man with a long beard and a faded military uniform. His only remaining cloudy eye is staring at the petite Angela.

He is a pea-shooter with third-level spiritual power. He once served in a war garden in War Zone 59.

After the fall of his war garden, he fled to this gathering place and opened a small grocery store.

"Hey, this is Dr. Angela. Come to our store, what do you need?"

"No more polite words, Igonov, I need medicine, anything."

Angela took out a World Points coupon from her pocket and pushed it in front of the shop owner.

"Oh, Doctor Angela, if we spend this little bit of money on medicines, it won't be enough."

Igonov chuckled lightly, stretched out his left hand, and the hand with one finger missing slowly tapped the World Points coupon on the counter.

"What about these?"

Angela was slightly stunned, silent for a moment, and then took out a few World Points coupons and placed them on the counter.

"Just do it, doctor. You also know that it's hard to find rare things like medicines these days."

The shopkeeper cheerfully took a few World Point coupons, dipped his fingers in his own saliva, and counted them to check their authenticity.

Ignoring the anxiety of the blond girl at the counter, Igonov walked to the container unhurriedly, took out a few items and placed them in front of Angela.

An unwrapped bandage, a few anti-inflammatories, and half a bottle of medical spray.

"Seven hundred world points, you just give me these medicines, how can they be used!"

Angela was stunned for a moment, with a shocked look in her eyes, and asked the shopkeeper in disbelief.

“These are the medicines, Dr. Angela, do you want them or not? If not, there are many people who need them, so I have put them away again.

In the entire gathering place, I am the only one who has the ability to get medicines. If you want to treat those dirty refugees, you can only buy them from me at this price. "

Facing Igonov's half-smiling expression, Angela felt inexplicably disgusted.

But when she thought of the bedridden homeless people in the clinic, she still endured the discomfort and took the medicine she had finally bought.

"Yes, of course!"

Angela was about to leave when she heard the shop owner suddenly speak.

"Oh, by the way, Doctor Angela, it is said that some people in the gathering place are looking for the whereabouts of Sunshine Mushrooms. Do you know?"

Angela was slightly startled when she heard the word sunshine mushroom.

"Oh, are you also interested in sunshine mushrooms? Doctor Angela.

Hey, I'm just talking. After all, how can a rare plant spirit like the Sunshine Mushroom appear in a gathering place for wanderers.

If there is, it must be a precious commodity, right? It's a Sunshine Mushroom worth millions of world points, am I right? "

"Yes, yes, there's nothing wrong... I'll leave first."

Angela rushed out of the door in a panic, not noticing at all that Igonov looked at her with eyes full of passion and greed behind her.

"The living sunshine mushroom is here in War Zone 59."

Igonov sneered, walked out of the counter and came to the door of the store, making a gesture towards the outside.

The weed that had been following Angela appeared out of nowhere, came to Igonov and whispered a few words to him.

"Oh, I understand, you continue to keep an eye on her whereabouts, don't lose it."

After patting Weed on the shoulder and watching him disappear into the distance, Igonov turned around and entered the shop, closing the door.

Lighting a cigar and holding it in his mouth, Igonov's expression became darker. He silently picked up the old automatic assault rifle placed in the corner of the counter and began to slowly wipe it.

"I wonder how the sunshine mushroom tastes? It is rumored that the female of the sunshine mushroom clan can control Koro. I really want to try it."