Sequence Highway Survival: I Upgrade Supplies in the Apocalypse-Chapter 317: Lots of Good Things

Following the directions given by that pale, plump man earlier, Chen Ye ambled his way toward March Street.

On the main street, he occasionally spotted one or two survivors.

However, most of these survivors, upon seeing Chen Ye, would first react by standing at the roadside, bowing their heads, and waiting for Chen Ye to pass before leaving.

Most of these people had numb expressions and deeply sunken cheeks, their clothes hanging loosely on their frames.

Anyone who made eye contact with Chen Ye would unnaturally avert their gaze almost immediately.

If Chen Ye stared into someone's eyes for a few extra seconds, it could even trigger panic in them.

It seems...

A massive chasm had already formed between Superhumans and ordinary people in this Oasis.

The aura Chen Ye carried, combined with Hatred hanging behind his waist, made people immediately think of the identity of a Superhuman.

He grabbed an ordinary person to ask for directions to March Street.

That person, trembling with fear, pointed out the direction for Chen Ye and then hurriedly jogged away.

When he arrived at March Street, there were two uniformed armed personnel at the entrance.

Most ordinary people avoided March Street, seemingly very unwilling to get close to this place.

The two armed personnel glanced at Chen Ye and then paid him no further attention.

Chen Ye swayed as he walked into March Street.

As expected, there weren't many people on March Street.

On both sides of the street, a few sparse stalls displayed various items.

More than half of them were various kinds of food.

Behind most of these stalls stood a man with an indifferent expression.

Judging from the man's aura, he was likely a Superhuman, though his Sequence was unknown.

Actually, it was quite easy to distinguish Superhumans from ordinary people on the street.

Those who looked at others with a brazen gaze, had tall and sturdy builds, and wore clean clothes were most likely Superhumans.

Those with a somewhat timid aura, who looked at others cautiously, were most likely ordinary people. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Of course, there was another type of person who was obviously a Superhuman at first glance.

Like Iron Lion, whose appearance had mutated—there was no need to look for more clues, you could guess Iron Lion's identity with your butt.

"Rice for Wonders, or Wonder Materials!"

A roadside stall had this line written clearly and concisely.

Several bags of rice were placed on the stall, just lying there exposed.

Food was now the hard currency, while things like gold and silver from before the apocalypse were hardly cared about by anyone.

As if noticing Chen Ye's gaze.

The man behind the stall asked, "Brother, do you have any Wonders? Wonder Materials work too!"

Chen Ye's Blood Eye, behind his Sunglasses, sized up the man in front of him. The man was bare-chested, with extremely thick body hair, making him look like he was wearing a wool sweater.

"How to exchange?"

The man chuckled, "Twenty kilos for Wonder Materials. Of course, if brother's material is really good, the price naturally goes higher!"

Twenty kilos?

Damn, that's way too shady.

But Chen Ye didn't show any emotion on his face.

"What about Wonders?"

Chen Ye currently had only three Wonders: one Monster Pickup Truck, which he absolutely couldn't trade.

Then there was the Hatred machete, which he also wouldn't take out to trade.

The only one he could potentially trade was the Blasting Star.

This Wonder's ranking was previously 5829, but recently it had dropped quite a bit, becoming 6007, already falling outside the top six thousand.

Clearly, quite a few new Wonders had appeared recently.

The lower the ranking, the easier it was for the number to drop.

If he encountered something suitable, trading it wasn't out of the question.

Of course, there was also the Blood Eye in his left eye, which he absolutely could not trade.

Otherwise, Chen Ye would be blind.

Hearing Chen Ye's words, the man's eyes lit up slightly as he smiled, "That depends on the number. If it's around ten thousand, fifty kilos of rice is negotiable!"

"If the number is higher, the offer naturally goes up too!"

"Heh heh... brother, my rice is all premium stuff, and it hasn't been expired for long!"

Alright, something ranked around ten thousand, for only fifty kilos of rice.

You could only say there's no such thing as the shadiest, only shadier.

Chen Ye replied, "What if it's outside the top ten thousand?"

Hearing this, the man's interest visibly waned, and he said somewhat distractedly, "Outside ten thousand, huh? That depends on how far outside..."

Chen Ye had said this on purpose.

To avoid drawing unwanted attention.

Sure enough, when Chen Ye left, the man didn't have much of a reaction, forming a stark contrast to his earlier enthusiasm.

After walking just a couple of steps forward, Chen Ye saw a very interesting stall.

This stall displayed a lot of gold jewelry.

There were gold necklaces as thick as a thumb, the kind favored by gangster bosses...

There were also many gold rings, gold bars, and such...

It was enough to make Chen Ye's eyes dizzy.

"Brother, want to trade for some? Just give me a little something. I found these when I was scavenging supplies last time, just grabbed them from a gold shop."

"Genuine, I swear!"

The man at this stall wore a denim jacket, and his expression was much more enthusiastic than the previous guy's.

No choice, in the apocalypse, food was always the most popular hard currency.

In this regard, even some low-ranked Wonders took a backseat.

"Tch, I say, Old Zhong, what era is this now? No one wants this stuff!"

The slightly older owner of a neighboring stall mocked.

The man called Old Zhong glared angrily at the guy next to him, "Pah, Old Yu, my gold is still better than your worthless calligraphy and paintings. Who knows if your stuff is real or fake?"

The old man next to him immediately got angry, "I got this from a museum! You're saying it's not real?"

The man called Old Zhong continued to mock, "Old Yu, what age is this? Even if it's real, so what? Can you eat it or drink it?"

"You..."

As the two were about to start arguing, Chen Ye gave a casual glance at this Old Yu's stall and then continued forward.

It was the apocalypse; no one cared about things like gold, silver, calligraphy, or paintings.

Many stalls had these items in varying quantities.

There were even two stalls selling vehicles.

A modified minivan was parked right there.

Chen Ye saw several people go up to ask about the price, all shaking their heads as they walked away.

Chen Ye also went up to ask, and the price turned out to be one hundred and fifty kilos of rice or flour; dried noodles would work too if necessary.

Basically, any kind of food, as long as it added up to one hundred and fifty kilos.

By now, Chen Ye had a rough understanding of the prices on March Street.

Gold, silver, calligraphy, and paintings had the lowest value.

Vehicles were above those, and there were people interested in them.

The most valuable was food; almost every stall was willing to trade for food.

Continuing forward, a stall ahead had quite a crowd gathered around it.

Chen Ye squeezed in and saw a large white silkworm wriggling on the white cloth of the stall.

This thing looked just like the silkworms people raised as kids.

White and plump, some found it cute, while others found it disgusting.

The stall was run by a cold-looking young man. The young man was dressed entirely in black: a black windproof jacket on top, black windproof pants below, and even his shoes were black.

But what made people chuckle was the knife the young man held in his arms.

Of course, a knife wasn't strange in the current apocalypse.

What was strange was that this knife was a toy knife.

Yes, the kind made of plastic.

Yet the young man held it tightly in his arms, clearly indicating that this seemingly childish toy knife was somewhat peculiar.

"Boss, how did you raise such a big silkworm? What's it for?"

Someone asked the question.

Everyone looked at the young man curiously.

The young man opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but ultimately closed it again.

Someone nearby realized, "Oh, so he's mute!"

The young man's face visibly flushed, as if he wanted to explain something, but he ended up clamping his mouth shut tightly.

Then he took out a cardboard sign from under the stall, with words densely written all over it.

Chen Ye also leaned in to look.

The cardboard was covered in densely packed words.