After dinner, the sky gradually darkened.
Unlike other bases, the Capital City had no curfew, even after the Apocalypse began.
Zou Botian and his group had already taken their leave, leaving only Zhu Congxi to follow behind.
Su Qingyun and the other two, wanting to broaden their horizons, also tagged along.
The entrance to the underground night market was surprisingly located in a single-story house in the outer city's slums. So long after the Apocalypse, the common people in the slums looked even more sallow and emaciated.
Not only that, but they wore increasingly tattered clothes, with a piece of animal hide thrown carelessly over them. Disheveled and grimy, they leaned listlessly in various corners.
They couldn't even be bothered to lift their heads to look at the newcomers, their eyes filled with utter indifference.
The houses in the slums did little more than shelter the common people from the wind and rain; they offered no other help.
