I grabbed Murphy by the hand, "Wait! We don't have any local money, are you going to eat white food?"

I walked over to the stall, "Old man, how do you sell this Chaos?"

The old man didn't raise his head, "A copper coin and a bowl."

I glanced at the peculiar copper coins in his money jar, and I guess it was their local currency.

Murphy said, "We don't have any money, can we trade it for something else?"

"No money?"

The old man raised his head and stared at us for a while, "Look at your glamorous, don't look like beggars, why don't you have a copper plate in your pocket?"

I explained, "We're foreign."

"What!?"

The old man was startled, and immediately said solemnly and respectfully, "It turns out to be a cultivator outside!"

"I don't dare to ask you for money, sit down, I'll go and make wontons."

I didn't refuse, and I found a small stool in the corner with Murphy and sat down.

The old man wiped the table again and again, and only then did he bring two bowls of extra-large portions and a huge amount of wontons with shrimp and rice skins.

"Two immortals, please use it slowly."

I searched through the storage bag for a while, but I couldn't find anything useful.

I couldn't help it, so I pulled out a stack of compressed biscuits and threw them on the table.

"Old man, I don't eat your stuff for nothing. This is my bread, in exchange with you."

The old man was still trembling, "Thank you for the reward."

Murphy saw the clue, "Do you cultivators here bully ordinary people? Why do you seem scared of us?"

The old man said in fear, "If I go back to the immortals, I'm not afraid, it's ...... It's respectful."

Murphy was helpless, for fear of saying something more and scaring the old man.

It's not a meal, and there's not much in the neighborhood.

I opened a pack of compressed biscuits, "Old man, try our food and see if you can get used to it."

The old man took the compressed biscuit with both hands and took a bite lightly, suddenly looking shocked and intoxicated.

"Delicious, delicious!"

Murphy was puzzled: "It's just a compressed biscuit, what about you?"

The old man was a little excited, "The villain has lived a lifetime, and this is the first time he has tasted such a delicacy!"

I tasted the old man's wonton and probably understood what he meant.

It's not that the wontons are unpalatable, it's that the ingredients are fresh, the taste is simple, and there is basically no such thing as spices.

In addition to the salt, there are only green onions floating on the top.

For the elderly who have eaten simple food all their lives, the taste of compound condiments is indeed amazing enough.

I took out a few more packets, "I'll give you more if you like."

"We're outsiders and don't know your local rules, can you talk to us?"

When people eat, they subconsciously feel that they are in a safe place, which is genetically determined for a long time.

The old man nibbled on a biscuit, and suddenly became less restrained.

"If you go back to the immortals, there are no rules in our Black Rock City."

"If there is, it is nothing more than that we, the common people, have to pay tribute to the immortals every month, send mined ore, and a certain amount of grain."

Murphy said with some indignation, "No wonder you are so scared when you see me, it turns out that the cultivators here are bullying ordinary people one by one!"

The old man hurriedly defended, "The immortals misunderstood, this is not bullying, but respect."

"In our Black Rock City, there are only so many people who know how to cultivate."

"They have to be responsible for defending the city, defending against monster attacks, and even escorting our cargo across the district."

"Some cultivators, when they carry out their tasks, are going to die."

"They are fighting for their lives, and we should be more tired and tired."

In the Wasteland, you can't survive just by letting a group of ordinary people stay here.

In the same way, cultivators also need spiritual power to cultivate, deal with trivial matters, and so on.

The two sides should have formed some kind of symbiotic relationship.

No matter who bullies whom, both sides are Zhou Yu beating Huang Gai, one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer, we have no need to meddle in our affairs at all.

I asked, "Old man, how did this Black Rock City come to be?" Are there many cities like this in the wasteland?"

The old man was confused, "What is the Wasteland?"

I was stunned for a moment, "That's it...... The world you live in."

The old man, who was no longer nervous, smiled on his face, "This is the first time I've heard someone describe it like that."

"In this world, there are many places like Black Rock City, but they are very far away, and they have to rely on teleportation formations to pass through."

"A large teleportation formation, only cultivators are qualified to pass through."

"Ordinary people will be torn apart when they stand up."

I see.

No wonder on the map, the marks of some points are not clear at all, and there are even large blanks in the middle.

I said that my parents and grandfather could not have traveled such a long way to the deepest part of the wasteland.

There is a long-distance teleportation array between the city-states.

The thought of having a teleportation array to rush and not need to run long distances made my heart feel a lot more relaxed.

I asked, "How did Blackstone City come to be?"

The old man whispered, "That must have been thousands of years ago."

"Originally, a group of immortal cultivators gathered here and gathered a group of homeless people."

"The homeless people and immortal cultivators built houses and city walls, and further gathered people.

"The number of people gradually increased, and the walls became wider and wider, and there is now Blackstone City."

I always thought that the human world was the origin of everything.

I never thought that as early as a thousand years ago, there were people who survived in such a harsh environment.

After eating a bowl of wontons, we have food in our stomachs and our mood is much better.

Not far away, suddenly the sound of horses' hooves sounded.

"The government army is doing business, and the idle people are all out of the way!"

I saw two men in armor, spears in hand, riding tall horses, coming to our stall.

"Who are the cultivators from outside?"

He shouted at the top of his voice, and the people around him were silent.

The originally lively square was so quiet that even the sound of a needle falling could be heard.

I stood up, "I am, what are you three of you doing?"

The three people in front of him were all immortal Taoist priests.

The weapons in his hands and the armor on his body were nothing more than forged ironwork, plus some shoddy runes.

I don't need to be vigilant or mindful of these people.

The young man at the front turned over and dismounted, his eyes sweeping over my and Murphy's faces.

Murphy was probably staring impatiently, "What do you see, is there a flower on my aunt's face!?"

The young man's brows furrowed, "Our lord, please go."

"Husband? Or your husband!?"

Murphy looked at the three people in front of him with a gossipy face, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily floated into an evil smile.

"Are you the husband's concubine, or the male pet?"