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The convoy traveled all day, stopping occasionally to rest, and finally arrived at a town outside Zhou'an County just before dark.

As experienced wandering adventurers, they generally do not choose to spend the night in areas close to the county town, because that means more night owls.

The car swayed and came to a stop on the side of the road. Ah Zhao yawned, stretched, and patted Ye Xiao's arm.

Stop spacing out, get off the bus.

Chen and the others had already gotten out of the car. Ye Xiao quickly turned his head to look at the two people sleeping soundly behind him and hurriedly reached out to wake them up.

"Hey, hey, wake up, we're getting off the bus!"

The two men, who had been slumped over, suddenly woke up with a start. Liang Kai, looking completely bewildered, raised his sleeve and wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth.

Zhou Qirui rubbed his eyes, still half asleep, and asked, "Huh? We're here so quickly?"

"Get off the bus right now!"

Ye Xiao urged them on, grabbed his backpack, and jumped off the bus.

The car was parked on the side of a road. The road was not very wide; it was probably a provincial or county road.

There are only two lanes for both directions, but fortunately, this lane is not very congested.

The road is lined with self-built houses by the villagers, as well as large tracts of farmland, and behind the farmland are mountains.

These self-built houses come in various shapes, most of them resembling traditional matchboxes.

Those with money will build taller buildings, tile the exterior walls, or build them in the style of old-fashioned villas.

They don't have much money, so the exterior walls are still red brick, or only one or two floors have been renovated, while the rest are empty.

Only a few newly built houses have iron doors or security doors; most of the others still use wooden doors.

These houses are mostly clustered together, situated on both sides of the road.

The surrounding area is surrounded by farmland, so much so that this section of the road and houses have not been greatly eroded by vegetation.

Ye Xiao glanced into the distance; the horizon had been dyed crimson by the sunset.

Night is not far off.

The sound of a door closing came from one side; Zhou Qirui and Liang Kai had already gotten out of the car.

Ye Xiao and his two companions stood by the car, not daring to move much. The guys in the cars in front and behind came over carrying several large blankets.

Brother Chen had a cigarette dangling from his mouth, but he didn't light it. Instead, he scanned the surrounding houses.

He pointed to a relatively new-looking three-story building and winked at the group.

"Zhou Yao, take a few people to check this house. If there's nothing wrong, we'll stay here tonight."

As soon as Brother Chen finished speaking, a man wearing a obviously old leather jacket led several people toward the three-story building.

Beside the car, the group of homeless people stood one by one by the roadside, smoking.

Ye Xiao doesn't smoke, but Zhou Qirui and Liang Kai couldn't resist their cravings and shamelessly asked for a cigarette. While smoking, they chatted and joked with the group.

Ye Xiao stood near Brother Chen, observing quietly.

A man with yellow teeth and curly hair exhaled a smoke ring, looked Liang Kai up and down, and his gaze fell on the embroidered characters on the chest of his clothes.

He asked with a puzzled tone, "What? You used to be a car mechanic?"

Just as Liang Kai was about to nod in agreement, he saw Ye Xiao staring straight at him, as if he would immediately cut out his tongue if he said anything wrong.

Liang Kai suddenly remembered Ye Xiao's warning and quickly chuckled awkwardly to brush it off.

"Heh, I know a little. I didn't study well before, so I became an apprentice at a very young age."

The other one, with a cigarette dangling from his lips and squinting, reached out and touched Zhou Qirui's clothes.

The clothes and pants worn by these guys looked like they had been piled up in a box for years.

Even the few good items were worn out and unrecognizable.

The clothes Zhou Qirui and the others were wearing looked brand new.

The guy flicked his cigarette ash to the side and chuckled.

"You guys seem to be doing quite well behind those walls, aren't you? You're well-fed and warmly clothed, living the life of royalty!"

The skinny man next to him, with a hunched back, nudged him with his arm and gestured towards Ye Xiao with his lip.

"And there's a young master there too. Look at his fair skin and delicate features; he's quite handsome!"

“How can we beggars who can only wander around compare with these young masters?”

Listening to their sarcastic remarks, Ye Xiao could clearly sense that...

These people all had an inexplicable sense of arrogance towards Zhou Qirui and Liang Kai.

He originally thought that Ah Zhao's unfriendly attitude was just a problem with his personality.

But the flippant and disdain in the way these people spoke with Zhou Qirui and Liang Kai was far too obvious.

Clearly, these asymptomatic individuals are a valuable resource in the eyes of these homeless people.

However, in some ways, these people also looked down on them.

Zhou Qirui, who works in sales, naturally noticed it, but because of these people, he didn't dare to show it.

A moment later, a person came out from the other side of the house and waved to the crowd.

Brother Chen took a deep drag on his cigarette butt, then stomped it out on the ground and waved to the crowd.

"Come on, let's all go inside! It's getting late."

Ye Xiao and the other two silently followed these people into the house.

The house was very simple, with very basic decorations, just white walls.

The furniture is mostly made of wood, and now it is covered in dust and smells musty.

The group of people casually sat down in the house, and a slightly overweight man with a receding hairline stood at the doorway of the kitchen on the first floor, grinning.

"Hey, it's an old-fashioned stove!"

As he rolled up his sleeves, he winked at Brother Chen, "How about cooking some noodles tonight?"

Brother Chen sat on a bamboo chair and casually waved his hand, "Whatever."

Seeing Ye Xiao turn his head to look over, Brother Chen scoffed, unscrewed a bottle of water, and took a sip.

"What? Want some? Don't you have your own food?"

Zhou Qirui twitched his eye and silently walked to Ye Xiao's side. "They took all the food, and they only left me one bottle of water."

Zhou Qirui spoke cautiously, his voice barely audible, as if afraid the group would hear him.

Ye Xiao wasn't afraid at all and directly said to Brother Chen, "But didn't you take all the stuff? Are you planning to let us starve to death on the road?"

Brother Chen frowned, turned to look at A Zhao and the others, and A Zhao, who was sitting on the stairs, shrugged and spread his hands.

"I didn't take it, Lao Liu and the others did."

Ah Zhao looked over at a man with a square face and stubble on his chin.

Those triangular eyes glanced disdainfully at Ye Xiao and his group, their gaze fixed on Ye Xiao's indifferent face. With a mocking grin, they spoke:

"Finished!"