After spending more than three hours, Fang Heng and Zhong Lei arrived at the apocalypse merchant camp.
The camp was built in a world of ice and snow, and it looked rather dilapidated.
If it were any other place, the apocalypse merchant camp would have long been occupied by a large-sized guild.
Inside a small wooden cabin in the camp, two men and a woman sat at a table. They simultaneously raised their heads to size up Fang Heng and Zhong Lei, who had just entered.
"Zhong Lei? Fang Shuo? "
"Yes, hello. Yi Qi, is it? We've communicated on the forum. "
Yi Qi and the other two looked at Zhong Lei and Fang Heng suspiciously.
"I thought you guys were joking. I didn't expect you guys to really come all the way here. "
Yi Qi was a middle-aged big beardy man with a shotgun on his back.
