End of the World: Copy 23 trillion gold at the beginning

However, as Lin Feng and the others followed this so-called priest into the city, they were instantly enveloped by a strange atmosphere.

The survivors along the street seemed to be looking at Lin Feng, Zhao Jingyi and others with strange eyes.

It was as if they were the aliens who broke in here!

Because in the eyes of these survivors, there is no trace of friendliness and curiosity towards their fellow human beings, but rather a numb, empty, and complex expression with a hint of prying eyes.

Their eyes were cold, as if they were looking at a group of lambs to be slaughtered. Their gazes were fixed on Lin Feng and his group, making people feel uncomfortable all over.

The doors and windows of the houses on both sides of the street were tightly closed, with faint light occasionally shining through a few gaps. It seemed that there were pairs of eyes hidden in the light, watching their every move in the dark.

On the silent street, there were only the footsteps of Lin Feng and others. Occasionally, a few weak dog barks were heard, but they seemed to be swallowed up in an instant by the strange atmosphere and did not arouse any response.

What's even more strange is that there is a faint stench in the air. The smell is vague but lingering, as if it is emanating from a dark corner, and it is incompatible with the bustling atmosphere that should be in the city.

"Brother Feng, why are the people here so strange?"

At this time, Wang Shuxue, who was holding Lin Shan, walked quickly to Lin Feng and whispered softly.

But who would have thought that Lin Feng just winked at her, and Wang Shuxue immediately understood, and followed Lin Feng closely without saying anything else.

After all, if she could see such a weird atmosphere, how could Lin Feng not notice it?

And at this moment, suddenly, a melodious yet strange bell sound came from the center of the city. The rhythm of the bell was neither fast nor slow, but it made people uneasy.

Every time the bell rang, it was like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's heart, causing Lin Feng and the others to pause slightly.

As the bell rang, the survivors who were still watching them from a distance lowered their heads and quickly returned to their houses, as if they had received some kind of instructions. The street instantly became more deserted, with only Lin Feng and his group left on the street with a strange atmosphere.

The priest seemed to realize something and suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at Lin Feng and others following him, and explained with a smile:

"Don't be nervous. We here rest early. For the sake of the survivors in the city, we need to develop a good routine, so we remind them in this way."

"It's only a little after four in the afternoon. Isn't it too early for you?"

Lin Feng glanced at the watch on his wrist and said with a smile.

The smile on the priest's face froze for a moment, but soon returned to normal. He spread his hands and said calmly:

"Young people, you may not know that during this special period, a regular schedule can save resources to the greatest extent and also help stabilize everyone's emotions.

The time here is different from the outside.”

As he spoke, the priest looked at Lin Feng meaningfully and continued, "Besides, every place has its own customs. I hope you can understand."

I understand you, you are really talking nonsense.

Lin Feng thought to himself, but still nodded and smiled:

"Of course, when in Rome, do as the Romans do. We are new here, so we need your care."

A smile appeared on the priest's face again, but that smile seemed particularly fake in this strange atmosphere. Lin Feng agreed on the surface, but his eyes were inadvertently looking at everything around him, not missing any details.

At this time, Zhao Jingyi came to Lin Feng's side and said in a low voice: "A Feng, what the priest said is full of loopholes. How can he rest at 4 o'clock in the afternoon..."

Without waiting for Zhao Jingyi to finish her words, Lin Feng immediately made a silencing gesture to her and responded softly:

"Of course I know that. Since this old guy wants to play with us, then we might as well play with him. I want to see how he performs today."

As soon as Lin Feng said this, Zhao Jingyi and the others immediately understood what he was thinking.

"What are you mumbling about there?"

However, at this moment, the priest suddenly turned around and looked at Lin Feng and the others behind him and asked.

Lin Feng quickly responded: "Nothing, just everyone feels a little hungry."

"So that's how it is. I'll have someone prepare some food for you in a bit. This is where you'll be staying tonight."

As the priest spoke, he pointed to a house on the street.

Lin Feng looked forward following the priest's finger, and in front of him was a slightly old three-story building.

Large flakes of paint have peeled off the exterior walls, revealing mottled surfaces that look like scars carved by time.

The steps in front of the building were missing a few pieces, making them bumpy and uneven, as if someone could stumble and fall at any time.

The door was half-open, and a faint light shone through the gap, like a strange squinting eye.

"This house looks a bit old, but it's still spacious enough for so many of you to stay. You can just stay here for one night."

At this time, the priest's voice sounded in the silence, with a hint of unquestionable meaning.

Lin Feng frowned slightly, his mind growing even more alert. He quietly observed his surroundings and noticed the building's unusual location: it was at the corner of the street, and the surrounding houses seemed to intentionally or unintentionally maintain a certain distance from it, creating a strange sense of isolation.

"Father, I think we should just drive the RV from outside the city in so we don't have to bother you."

At this time, Han Wushuang finally couldn't help it and said with great rejection.

After all, this house is not only dilapidated, but also exudes weirdness everywhere. It is really difficult for people to live here with peace of mind.

But after hearing Han Wushuang's words, the priest still had that seemingly kind but hypocritical smile on his face and said:

"Don't worry, little girl. Here, nothing is more important than safety. This house has been specially reinforced, and our people are patrolling the area. You can stay here with peace of mind."

"But……"

"Okay then. Thank you for your help."

At this time, Lin Feng suddenly spoke up, interrupting Han Wushuang.

Then he turned to look at the women and gave them a soothing look, indicating that they must remain calm and not act rashly.

"Oh well?"

Seeing Lin Feng like this, Han Wushuang was like a deflated balloon and had no choice but to agree.

When everyone stepped into the small building, an old and decayed smell hit them in the face.

The light in the room was very dim. The few windows were tightly covered by heavy curtains, leaving only a few weak rays of light to filter in with difficulty.

There were a few worn-out pieces of furniture in the living room, and the tables and chairs were crooked, as if they had been hastily moved around.

"You guys take a rest first, I'll go get you some food."

After the priest finished speaking, he turned and left, closing the door behind him...