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After returning from the South Campus, Xiao Yun lay in her room, quietly waiting for the dawn to arrive.

Today is the day of the fourth Tarot session.

"Last time it just so happened to coincide with the arrival of winter, and no one else had time to come. This time, it probably won't happen again."

Xiao Yun sat on the bed, his eyes flashing.

With the "Survival Guide to Another World" available in Wuyou Township and the assistance of the system, he no longer needed to collect advanced resources and information through the Tarot Club.

But what Xiao Yun wanted was information from all over the world revealed by other members of the Tarot Club.

"It's a pity that the Tarot Club only has four people right now. The Hanged Man Hua Wuye is even in the same city as me. Sigh, Tarot Club, please step up your game and bring in more people. With so few people, you can't cause any trouble even if you want to."

While waiting, Xiao Yun opened the system and used the last chance to refresh information today.

[Ding! Preview information has been updated]

[Someone has trespassed into the Palace of Illusion and Reality, disturbing the slumber of the King of Illusion and Reality and the Wind. Because of His wrath, the ancient city will experience three consecutive days of "Illusion and Reality Storm" weather. During this period, please do not step into the fog.]

"Another Dragon King! But judging from the description, his awakening seems to be related to the ancient city. Why?"

Xiao Yun was filled with doubts, but unfortunately, he had no refresh attempts today and could not search for detailed information.

"My teacher's wife made that blunder, causing me to waste a message."

Xiao Yun sighed softly, not dwelling on it too much.

With the gathering time drawing ever closer, Xiao Yun left a message in the guild channel, instructing the others not to go out for the next few days.

After finishing, he immersed his mind in the contract connection and, with the help of the Raven King's body, arrived above the gray fog.

The familiar light of the white pagoda appeared before them, and the head of the group, an old man with a white beard, looked on with a smile.

At the same time, three other eyes were looking over.

The head of the table and the foot of the table are Miss Moon and Mr. Warrior, respectively.

But the other one wasn't the Hanged Man; it came from the opposite side.

Xiao Yun looked at the newly appeared figure opposite him and spoke softly:

"And this is...?"

"Ah, good evening, Mr. Death, we were just talking about you."

Miss Moon smiled and began her introduction with enthusiasm:

"This is a new member, codenamed Hermit. He entered unintentionally two days ago and was recruited by Mr. Tower."

"Lady Hermit, this is Mr. Death, an extremely powerful alchemist! He's the big boss here."

As she introduced herself, Xiao Yun and the hermit opposite her were also sizing each other up.

"Female, eighth sequence. Judging from her code name choice and demeanor, she's a con artist."

"It seems... to be a man, wearing a mask, and his voice is fake. He's a cunning old fox."

The two nodded almost simultaneously and said hello in a rather casual manner.

The atmosphere became a little awkward for a moment, so Miss Moon quickly stepped in to lighten the mood, explaining in a complaining tone why she hadn't attended the last meeting.

A sudden, harsh winter, hasty preparations, scarce resources... famine, hunger, death...

The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat heavy, and even Mr. Ta, who had been smiling the whole time, lowered his head, his expression turning somewhat gloomy.

"It's the same here, but thankfully, Mr. Death traded me a batch of supplies before winter came, so very few people starved to death."

The soldier sighed softly, looked at Xiao Yun, his eyes flashing with gratitude, and even a little excited.

"Is it really necessary? How much impact can the supplies traded by just one person have? The soldiers' side probably has fewer people, or their resources are already quite scarce."

"And this cunning old bastard is actually a good person?"

The hermit muttered to himself, glancing at Xiao Yun with suspicion in his eyes.

Little did she know that the soldiers were grateful to Xiao Yun not only because they had obtained the Starlight Mutant Crop from him.

More importantly, Xiao Yun casually mentioned, "It's getting cold, get ready."

Although they misjudged Xiao Yun's intentions at the time, the warriors were still somewhat alert to the weather changes. They not only stockpiled a lot of food in advance, but also subtly reminded their guild leader, so that their guild would not be in such dire straits when winter came.

"Without these prior preparations, even with the resources provided by Mr. Death, we probably wouldn't have survived the sudden onslaught of winter."

The soldier looked at Xiao Yun, suddenly stood up, bowed slightly, and asked in a pleading tone:

"Mr. Death, could you trade me some more crops? I brought a lot of local specialties with me today, I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

He deliberately emphasized the words "local specialties".

Xiao Yun instantly understood, and his eyes lit up:

"He's a smart person, not bad at all. We can get to know each other better in the future."

The thought of a large pile of glittering ore filled Xiao Yun with excitement, but he remained outwardly calm, simply humming in agreement and saying:

"Let's wait until everyone else is finished before we talk about it."

"clear."

The soldier bowed again and sat back down.

He had just sat down when Miss Moon looked over to Xiao Yun's left:

"Mr. Death, I wonder if you have enough crops? Could you... trade me some seeds?"

Xiao Yun was stunned for a moment, and guessed a lot from her words.

"It seems that even the most prosperous regions are not much better off in the face of the threat of winter."

"It seems that even the most prosperous regions are not much better off in the face of the threat of winter."

Miss Moon previously only engaged in high-end transactions; she was merely interested in farming and animal husbandry, but never took them seriously.

The fact that they're bringing it up now means they're genuinely struggling to make ends meet.

But Xiao Yun did not agree immediately. Instead, he pretended to ponder and tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

Tap—tap—tap—

The muffled sound echoed in the gray fog, and for a moment, Xiao Yun replaced Mr. Ta as the focus of this space.

The moon felt uneasy, and fine beads of sweat appeared on its forehead.

"Sure, but I also need to prepare for the harsh winter, and I don't have many things I can trade, so..."

A hoarse voice rang out, carrying an additional meaning.

The moon, as if granted a pardon, quickly nodded:

"No problem, as long as you're willing to trade, I can definitely offer you a price that satisfies you."

Xiao Yun nodded, while on the other side, the soldiers suddenly tensed up.

"Oh no! Someone's trying to steal the boss's favor from me!"

"The moon was already wealthy to begin with. Buying seeds is probably just because it was too rich before and didn't have the habit of storing food. Now that we're really going to trade, I definitely can't compete with these three measly things I have. But..."

The soldier glanced at the bright yellow item in his backpack, his eyes brimming with confidence:

"Hehehe, what good is money? Do you think that big shot is short of money? What he lacks is my full sincerity."

"Sorry, Miss Moon, I'm the only one who can curry favor with this big shot."

The soldier and the moon exchanged a glance, and a tense atmosphere filled the air.

Sensing the atmosphere around him, the hermit frowned slightly, lost in thought:

"Could the Grim Reaper really be a big shot?"

She looked at Xiao Yun, her eyes filled with a sense of caution and awe.

At the head of the long table, Mr. Ta's expression was even more complicated.

Wait a minute, have you forgotten the procedure?

Not only did they not greet him, but how could the transaction begin without his permission?

Does anyone still take him, the controller of the gray fog, seriously?

Mr. Ta glanced at Xiao Yun, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"This child must not be allowed to live! Once I recover a bit more, I'll find a way to kill him!"

At that moment, the gray fog trembled.

To Mr. Ta's left, in the third position, a figure slowly appeared.

The Hanged Man, Hua Wuye, arrived late, and with that, all the members of the Tarot Club were present.

Mr. Ta nodded and said:

"In that case, today's gathering shall officially begin..."

Before he could even say "start," the Hanged Man's loud voice rang out:

"Holy crap! You'd never guess what I've been through!"