Who gave you permission to travel through time with Earth?

Chapter 130 Reunion with Zhou Tongtong

"what……"

But Guo Shi was unaware of this, and could only let out a silent wail with a bitter face. Heaven knows how much panic and pressure she felt after discovering this during the day.

When she turned her head and saw that her gang members were still acting so carefree, a nameless anger surged up in her heart, and she kicked them as they were engrossed in their meals!

"Buzz—"

But then, something emitting a blue light appeared from Fang Jin's fingertips, which he then casually placed in Guo Shi's palm. The latter subconsciously looked down and almost couldn't help but exclaim in surprise!

"The novelist's..." "Vice-leader, do you mean to sell it to prolong our lives?"

"...Do you even know what a spatial artifact means? 'Priceless but unavailable' is just a label; its uses are far more extensive than you imagine. You dare try selling one?"

Fang Jin's lips twitched as she looked at her business tycoon, who seemed somewhat stunned, and leaned down to speak softly.

"During the initial campaign and before we left West Market, I secretly acquired some resources for future use. Take these and get the shop running. At least we won't have to pay out of our own pockets to fill the gaps."

"Also, you'll be in charge of this equipment for now. You'll be going into the dungeon soon, so please take care of the shop and your own affairs. I'll handle the Bronze Hall matter."

Guo Shi nodded slightly, recognizing the novelist's chess piece as her master, and then carefully tore open a corner of the chess piece's space... The overflowing jewels inside almost blinded her.

"How about that, is it enough?"

Guo Shi was stunned for a moment, then her eyes lit up with ecstasy. Logically, she should have condemned Fang Jin's despicable act of embezzling public funds for personal gain, but now... she just wanted to acknowledge the thief as her father.

"That's enough, that's enough. Even if the whole operation goes bankrupt, I can still keep the cash flow for half a month... But how much did you embezzle? This bottle of rum looks so similar to the top bottle in my wine cellar."

Fang Jin ignored her, took the bottle of rum that had been taken out, drank it down, and went back to the room. The heavy, soundproof iron door slammed shut behind her.

He still had no intention of resting, but instead prepared to run dungeons again. Fang Jin hoped to push the two magic systems to perfection as soon as possible, and advance to the intermediate level in full condition as soon as possible, instead of continuing to take things as they come.

Encountering the Buddha Mingfo was a gift to Fang Jin, but it also served as a warning. He was still too weak. A single glance from an eighth-level deity could kill him. In such a vast world, how could there only be one Buddha Mingfo?

I can't die yet... Fang Jin's lips curled into a playful smile, then she raised her finger again and slashed open the simulated door, quickly climbing over it.

……

Outer city circle, wasteland city.

The empty cities in the outer ring each have their own style, some filthy, some extreme, and some dilapidated. Among them, Wasteland City can be considered a "beautiful" place, at least there is no constant threat of death.

Here, there is only ruin and desolation. The brown land is full of the ruins of high-rise buildings. Occasionally, a steel building can no longer support itself and collapses with a loud bang, causing the earth to rumble and the glass to burst like fireworks.

"boom--!"

But this is also the outer city circle, the area with the largest population. No matter how dilapidated these buildings are, they can still provide shelter from the wind and rain, and block the gaze of those deranged creatures who are starving and going crazy.

The most eye-catching thing in Wasteland City, carrying the most hopes and desires, is the train track built on the sky bridge, spanning the entire city from the air, with roaring carriages speeding by every day.

This has led to the emergence of a profession called "hook slinger." Some people are unwilling to make a living in the outer city and cannot get tickets to the mid-city area, so they have no choice but to come up with this desperate measure.

Ironically, while many have successfully obtained professional certification, whether or not one has access to the Midtown area is a completely different matter. Outside of Midtown, you don't even have the necessary connections to obtain such certification.

Even if you entered the country improperly, or are simply an unregistered person, there are always places that take you in, and you can even save up some money to legalize your past identity.

There are also residents in the outer city area. In name, they can even be considered residents of the main city, but their lives are so miserable that they are like begging for food in the wilderness, with only an extra layer of false protection.

Therefore, similar professions are quite popular, and in reality, they are all forms of illegal immigration. Hookers are just one type of person who has taken root on cross-border trains, and the danger factor is very high, so they do not account for a large proportion.

But today... its smuggling method has been noticed by a group of people.

"Miss...it's almost time."

In a gray-brown building that is broken in the middle, several figures dressed in black robes are hiding in the window, silently observing the tracks not far away, with several emaciated corpses with bright red clothes at their feet.

When they observed the track begin to tremble, and it grew more violent over time, one of them immediately went to the next room, bowed to the girl inside who was wiping the metal on her arm, and said:

"We should get ready."

"……good."

With a snap, the girl retracted the opened mechanism, then grabbed the blue fuel can on the ground, gulped it down, and then tossed the can aside and stood up irritably.

...She is Zhou Tongtong, or rather, she should be called Lu Tongtong now. After taking on Lu Chen's identity, she could not possibly keep her original surname. It was impossible for her to change this long-term and persistent sense of abnormality.

In fact, the sense of separation between her and Lu Chen's identity was too strong. Even now, the maids who served her in the Lu family still find it hard to change their way of addressing him. After calling him "young master" for more than ten years, it would be strange for anyone to suddenly switch genders.

Due to name segmentation habits and the numerous entanglements Lu Chen was involved in, Zhou Tongtong's deviation value was being depleted quite quickly; more than half of the 5 points she earned from the free-state instance had already been used up.

Therefore, she had to actively apply to the system for hunting missions, carrying out tasks similar to dungeon commissions in the main world, hunting down stowaways hiding among the crowds... and preying on her own kind.

Of course, Zhou Tongtong had no psychological burden about this at all, and even hoped that her target would be Fang Jin, who had entered the main world with her in the same batch. How wonderful it would be to bathe in his blood.

Although the probability was extremely low, the hunt was targeting a player in the main city of the Bronze Region. Jin Fugui, whose identity was being used by Fang Jin, claimed to come from an armed merchant shop in the black market.

It's virtually impossible for them to establish themselves in this Iron City. How could the Bronze Pavilion allow something as filthy as a black market to exist in the main urban area? Even if it did, it would have to be excluded from the first district.

But no matter what, the hunting mission had to continue. Zhou Tongtong walked to the window and looked at the obviously trembling track. The restlessness and killing intent in her heart gradually rose to another level.