No matter what, Wen Ya would never allow herself to die like a weak chicken in the wasteland of the Deep Blue Planet.

Wen Ya turned the ring on the ring finger of her left hand with her right hand as usual, and fell into thought.

Wait a minute......

What is it?

Wen Ya raised her left hand and was pleasantly surprised to find that the space ring also followed her, and this space ring was still a gift from her father when she was admitted to the Huaxia Dragon Group.

Although it is not as exaggerated as in fantasy novels, you can grow medicine and raise fish, and build a world, but there are also ten square meters of storage space.

She often goes on missions outside the home, so Wen Ya stuffed her space ring with all kinds of food, medicine, and a change of clothes, as well as some weapons to take advantage of.

These things are what Wen Ya desperately needs now.

I hope those things are still ......

Holding back the ecstasy, Wen Ya opened the space ring, but unfortunately the original ten square space was compressed to less than one square, and there were only some mineral water, a few boxes of high energy bars, and a military dagger in it.

Without the slightest hesitation, Wen Ya quickly took out a high-energy bar, swallowed it into her stomach, and then took out a bottle of mineral water and poured it down, replenishing water and heat, and the dizziness just now was also reduced a lot.

Although Wen Ya occupied this body, the original owner of this body did not leave too many memories for Wen Ya.

The so-called confidant can know the other, the doomsday wasteland, this kind of situation that can only be seen in novels, Wen Ya has not experienced it.

After looking at the time displayed on Zhi's brain, it was five o'clock in the evening, and Wen Ya decided to go to the shelter to see what was going on.

After tidying up her clothes, Wen Ya walked to the mirror and looked at the appearance of this body, if you ignore the dirty things on her face, this face is actually eighty percent similar to her original self, and the remaining twenty percent raises her appearance to another level.

The stunning beauty in the post-apocalyptic wasteland is an original sin, and it seems that the original owner is not stupid and knows how to disguise himself.

Tied up her hair, put on a tattered hat, deliberately lowered the brim, Wen Ya opened the door and walked out.

Passing through several dimly lit lanes, with the memories of the original owner, Wen Ya came to the square of the slum of the refuge.

It was dinner time, and a middle-aged man in uniform was directing a few people in the same shelter outfit as Wen Ya to carry a few buckets of potatoes and some black porridge with mixed vegetables to the square.

Suddenly, many people surrounded him.

A small boiled potato, a small cup of mixed vegetable porridge, costs twenty glory points.

The only food that can be exchanged for Glory Points in the Vault is drinkable water and dry synthetic food.

Synthetic food can only be eaten full, without any nutrients, the body in the case of a long-term lack of various nutrients, will weaken, although the price of food sold in the square is ridiculously high, some capable people are still willing to eat once in a while.

Of course, if you want to have a hot bite at once, unless you have enough glory points to rent an ensuite in the center of the sanctuary, which is equipped with electrified appliances and simple kitchen utensils.

The rooms of the ghetto are not equipped with these features.

After the thermonuclear explosion, there was no shortage of people who poured into the various shelters, including those consortium aristocrats, and a large number of them had made various preparations and stored a large amount of materials in advance before the nuclear explosion.

The nobles of the consortium were involved in the construction of the refuge, and it stands to reason that these people would not live in the ghetto, but in the rich area of the refuge.

In the affluent area, there will be a private swimming pool, artificial sun, a variety of fresh vegetables and fruits, as well as servants and much more.

The middle-aged man in uniform is the law enforcement officer of the shelter, and the financiers behind them are those consortium nobles.