"Qingshui: Boss, we've arrived, but we can't get in right now."

"Xin Bu Re: Almost, almost. I'll help as soon as I'm done clearing up."

After Fang Xinhan eliminated the last zombie in the small town, he looted all the surrounding convenience stores.

Then he flew towards the human camp.

Yuan Qingchen and the others, who had reached the human camp, did not enter it, but parked their car outside.

Qin An got out of the car and looked at the iron spikes in front of him, and the rows of fences behind them, and even a few scrapped vehicles.

Qin An looked up, and what met his eyes was barbed wire Surround around by sharpened wooden posts.

The posts were not tightly fitted; they looked more like they were casually pieced together.

Fortunately, there was wire wrapped around them for stability, so even though the overall appearance wasn't beautiful, it was quite sturdy.

But then again, in the apocalypse, who cares about beauty? Just being alive is enough.

The overall size of the camp was not large, only about the size of two football fields.

In addition, they had built watchtowers, with dedicated personnel armed with guns on guard.

Sure enough, someone with a gun was currently aiming at Qin An, as he was the only one who had gotten out of the car at that moment.

"Hey, friend, don't shoot. We mean no harm."

The sentry was seen saying something into his walkie-talkie, then began to inquire about their intentions.

"We are wanderers. Can we rest here for a while?"

"If you want to rest, rest outside the camp. Don't enter the camp."

Qin An saw that the mission was not yet complete and knew that no matter what he said today, he had to get in.

"Qingfeng Xiyu, bring that out."

Lin Yue understood and threw him a long, wrapped item.

Then Qin An took out a box of cigarettes from it and waved it towards the sentry.

The sentry, looking through his binoculars, saw the cigarettes in Qin An's hand, and his craving immediately flared up.

However, he knew that he bore the safety of everyone in the camp, and he could not possibly give in for a pack of cigarettes.

"Boss, they have cigarettes."

"Hmm? Cigarettes! Anything else?"

Hearing this, the sentry began to inquire,

"Do you have any other supplies?"

Qin An knew there was a chance, but besides two cartons of cigarettes he'd grabbed when passing a street corner, he hadn't brought anything else.

Just as Qin An was wondering how to use his eloquent tongue to persuade the other party, a loud sound echoed from the sky.

Fang Xinhan once again flew in at Mach 1.

However, this time he stopped directly in the air and landed in front of everyone with a 'superhero landing,' except his blocky head was a bit out of place.

Fang Xinhan looked at Qin An, who was wide-eyed, holding a cigarette, and standing there in a daze.

"Oh, busy, are we?"

Fang Xinhan took out a series of supplies he had just looted from the convenience store from his netherite backpack.

"Sir, as long as you let us in, there will be plenty of supplies."

Sentry: ...

Players: ...

"What? Falling from the sky? And bringing lots of supplies! Quick, let them in."

The iron gate with iron pulleys opened, and Qin An got into the car, slowly driving into the camp.

Fang Xinhan, on the other hand, swaggered in. After the earlier deterrence, no one dared to provoke him anymore.

"Phase One Mission: Escape the town and enter the nearest human camp. (Completed)"

"Reward will be settled together after exiting the instance."

"Players, please explore the camp; Phase Two Mission will be issued later."

After entering the camp, Qin An parked the off-road vehicle in an out-of-the-way spot and motioned for everyone to get out.

The instance game added a filter-like layer to the indigenous people within the instance.

No matter how strangely the Players were dressed, they appeared normal to the indigenous people, and even their languages were mutually intelligible.

Just as the Players got out of the car, an uncle who looked like a mercenary came over, leading a group of armed subordinates.

"Hello everyone, I'm Mike Weil, the leader of this camp. I heard you're wanderers looking to rest here?"

"Yes, Brother Mike."

Qin An immediately pulled out a cigarette and offered one to him, then took out a lighter and lit it for him.

"Phew~, that's strong."

Mike Weil exhaled a puff of smoke, showing a very satisfied expression.

Just as Qin An was lighting the cigarette, Fang Xinhan pulled the other Players away from the two talking.

Then he and Lin Weiwei started playing with a puppet doll that Fang Xinhan had just made using Alchemy.

"Brother Mike, you see..."

Mike Weil put his right hand in front of Qin An, indicating to wait a moment.

Then Mike Weil exhaled another puff of smoke.

"You know, it's not easy to survive in this world. Since we're providing you with a place to rest, you'll have to contribute something, right?"

Mike Weil smoked the cigarette down to the butt, then flicked it to the ground and stepped on it to extinguish the embers.

"I know some of you are very strong, but since you didn't force your way in, it means you have no ill intentions.

Since there are no ill intentions, we welcome you."

Fang Xinhan stepped forward at this moment and poured out all the daily necessities from the convenience store, such as toilet paper, food, and beer.

Because Mike Weil and the other indigenous people were given a filter, from their perspective, Fang Xinhan was carrying a super large backpack and then pouring out its contents.

From the Players' perspective, Fang Xinhan was only carrying a normal-sized backpack, and then, like Doraemon's Fourth-Dimensional Pocket, poured out a large pile of items.

Qin An quietly walked to Fang Xinhan's side and asked,

"Liang Boss, will your backpack and the hoverboard you showed earlier be available for purchase later?"

"I haven't decided yet. Probably, maybe, perhaps."

Upon hearing that Fang Xinhan might put such items up for sale, his eyes instantly lit up.

"Brother Mike, how many days can these supplies last us?"

Mike Weil was also stunned looking at the huge pile of things on the ground.

They hadn't expected the other party to have so many supplies.

"Welcome to our camp."

Fang Xinhan: ...

All the Players: ...

Good heavens, they just became one of us. That's quite something.

Fang Xinhan looked at the supplies being moved, then slipped a box of cigarettes to Mike Weil.

"Brother Mike, has our camp encountered any trouble recently?"

"You noticed?"

Mike Weil was slightly surprised but accepted Fang Xinhan's cigarette.

Then he pulled one out and lit it.

"The zombies have evolved recently."

After saying that, Mike Weil took a deep drag.

"Are you talking about the ones that crawl on all fours?"

"What? There's a new type of mutant again?"

Apparently, the evolved zombies Mike Weil encountered were not the same kind Fang Xinhan had met.

However, Mike Weil's brow furrowed even deeper; this time, he even forgot to smoke his cigarette.

"We previously sent people out to gather supplies, but when a 10-person team went, only Kovi, with a severed arm, returned."

Fang Xinhan didn't speak, just listened quietly as the other party recounted the encounter.

"Kovi said they encountered a new type of zombie. Although they looked the same as ordinary zombies, they seemed to have intelligence, using weapons and summoning companions.

Kovi's teammates fought desperately to let him break through, but he was bitten along the way, so Kovi directly severed his arm and finally returned here."

(PS: What kind of Katana do you all like?)