The Funing base was built on a small wasteland on the outskirts of Funing City, near the Huancheng River, and the base was established by the surviving troops of the Funing Military Region.

The reason why the base was chosen here is because this area is the only place around Funing where there is unpolluted land, although the unpolluted land area is less than half an acre, it is a great resource in the last days.

Liu Qiang, who was guarding the gate of the base, was a security guard of a property company before the end came, and when he heard the sound of a motor in the distance, he immediately cheered up, and after a while, a military off-road vehicle with a sleek appearance stopped.

Wang Xiang had to stop, and a horizontal fence was set up at the gate of the base.

Liu Qiang glanced at the people in the car and said lightly: "Three people, three black crystals." ”

"What Sombra?" Wang Xiang looked puzzled, he probably understood that it was to charge an entrance fee or something, but he really didn't know what Black Crystal was.

Liu Qiang's face suddenly pulled when he heard this: "Boy, isn't it pretending to be garlic?" "It's been more than a year since the end came, and who doesn't know Sombra.

"I'm so ......"

Liu Qingqing pulled Wang Xiang and said, "Is it okay for us to replace it with something else?" ”

In the last days, there can still be a woman and a child, such a person Liu Qiang does not want to offend, hearing Liu Qingqing say this, his face softened, and he asked lightly: "What is it?" ”

More things are better than less, and Wang Xiang was not very disgusted with such things as paying the city fee, and asked in a low voice: "What to replace?" ”

Liu Qingqing pointed to the flatbread covered with an oilcloth in the back seat.

"Is this thing okay?"

Liu Qingqing nodded, and before he could speak, Wang Xiang took out a large cake and threw it at the window.

"Is this okay?"

Liu Qiang was almost thrown in the face by the flatbread and was about to get angry. Suddenly there was a nose movement. I took a closer look at the flatbread in Wang Xiang's hand. It was not mutated food, but ordinary food, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Black Crystal is only the lowest level of spar currency in the last days, and three Black Crystals can only buy a palm-sized piece of mutated grain, and the cake made of ordinary grain in Wang Xiang's hand is almost half a catty in weight, and at least two Citrine can be exchanged for two Diotrine, that is, two hundred Black Crystals, so Wang Xiang's throw in Liu Qiang's eyes is like the feeling that someone threw out a hundred yuan bill in peacetime.

"Yes, yes." Liu Qiang's attitude immediately made a 120-degree turn. He nodded at Wang Xiang with a smile on his face.

Wang Xiang was also stunned by Liu Qiang's changes, threw the cake in front of him, and said lightly: "Then we can go in, right?" ”

Liu Qiang grabbed the flatbread and put away the bar, Wang Xiang drove the car slowly into the Funing base, Liu Qiang in the back took out three black crystals from his pocket and threw them into the box next to him, and then logically put the flatbread that Wang Xiang threw at him into his pocket.

"You don't have to give so much just now, just a small piece is enough, ordinary food is more precious than mutated food." Liu Qingqing whispered, she only knew that ordinary food was more precious than mutated food, but she didn't know that it would be so precious.

Wang Xiang said nonchalantly: "Forget it, it's just a piece of cake." Is it hard to tear it into small pieces? By the way, what was the black crystal he was talking about? ”

"Sombra is a crystallization within a dead body. It grows in the head of a zombie, and I heard that crystals are the source of energy for zombies, so only by cutting off the head of a zombie will it lose its mobility. ”

"Holy! Which becomes ...... It's so disgusting to think of using this thing as currency, who wants to cut off the head of a zombie and dig up Sombra! ”

Liu Qingqing's eyes were a little confused, and she murmured in a low voice: "Who wants to live in such an apocalypse......

The inside of the base is even more chaotic than expected, the road is full of scattered tents, and there are many vacant houses outside the base, but they would rather set up tents here, because they don't have to worry about being bitten by zombies that suddenly appear when they sleep.

Tearing a small piece of flatbread, Wang Xiang smoothly asked the location of the black market, the reason why he went to the black market is because everything can be exchanged there, but there is also the danger of being cheated by the pit, and there is nowhere to appeal, it seems that as long as you don't kill people at will in the base, the base will not ask about other things.

Wang Xiang was still wearing a satin brocade robe brought from the Tang Dynasty, holding a "burning stick" in his hand, followed by Liu Qingqing and Bao'er, the strange shape naturally attracted the attention of many people, but they paid more attention to the oilcloth bag in Wang Xiang's hand, and their keen sense of smell told them that it was food made of ordinary grain.

Liu Qingqing and Bao'er seemed to be a little scared, and followed closely behind Wang Xiang, Wang Xiang was actually very panicked, he found that almost all the people in the black market were carrying weapons such as knives and axes, and even many people were carrying firearms.

Pretending to be calm, he walked around and didn't find a place to sell firearms, there were several people selling knives, axes and sticks, Wang Xiang was a little puzzled in his heart, he came here this time mainly to change some firearms, cold weapons are not necessary for him at all, if he really wants to, he can bring them from Datang.

It's not a matter if you don't have a common currency on your body, you can't always take out a piece of bread every time, Wang Xiang found a stall of an old man who looked good, and a sign was erected in front of his stall, which said "Collect and sell all kinds of food".

Seeing Wang Xiang coming, the old man immediately became enthusiastic and asked them what they needed to buy, Wang Xiang shook his head and said, "I want to sell something." ”

"What's that?" The old man's eyes were fixed on the oilcloth bag in Wang Xiang's hand.

Wang Xiang didn't touch the oilcloth bag, but took out the small half of the flatbread that he had just torn from his pocket and handed it over.

The old man looked at the flatbread, sniffed it with his nose again, and said, "Yes, it is a flatbread made of ordinary flour, and I can give you sixty black crystals." ”

A small half of a large cake can be exchanged for sixty black crystals, and Wang Xiang finally understood why Liu Qiang, who was guarding the gate of the base, suddenly changed his attitude towards him.

The price offered by the old man is relatively high, but Wang Xiang doesn't quite understand the current price, so he nodded and agreed to the exchange, seeing Wang Xiang nodding, the old man quickly put away the small half of the big cake, and asked: "Do you want sixty black crystals or six white crystals?" ”

As soon as Wang Xiang heard it, he understood that Baijing should be a currency with a larger face value than Black Crystal, and the exchange ratio was one to ten, so he thought about it and said, "Give me three Baijing and thirty Black Crystals." ”

The old man nodded, and happily took out three white crystals the size of a little thumb nail, and then counted out thirty black crystals and handed them to Wang Xiang.

Wang Xiang took it and looked at it curiously, the crystal color was crystal and a bit like crystal, but it was a little different, Wang Xiang felt sick at the thought that this thing was dug out of the zombie's head.

(To be continued.) )