The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

Wasteland Era, the safe zone outside the general store.

Four beams of light, signaling resurrection, shone brightly in succession.

The four figures coalesced almost simultaneously.

The figure had barely steadied itself when a furious roar erupted.

"Old Biden! How many times have I told you, don't hold me back! Don't hold me back!!!"

"If you hadn't held me back, I would have killed that beast just now!"

Old Qian, puffing out his beard and glaring, his old face flushed red, pointed at Old An next to him and started cursing, acting like a complete tantrum.

Old An, who was being scolded by him, calmly straightened his clothes, which were now completely renewed after his resurrection.

He leisurely dusted off non-existent dust from his sleeves before raising his head and replying slowly.

"You're such a braggart, even a heifer would turn tail and run away if it saw you."

"That's an elite-level monster! You didn't even look at the stats panel? Who gave you the courage to charge in?"

"Liang Mouru?"

Old Qian stiffened his neck and roared back.

"So what if it's elite level?!?!"

"If others can kill, why can't I!"

Upon hearing this, Old Man An suddenly smiled.

"9, because you flipped 6."

"I'm really curious, how can someone as ordinary as you be so confident?"

Old Qian: "Hmph! Isn't what I said true? Besides, at least I didn't back down when I saw the monster."

Old Man An: "My little Huang even dares to eat poop, would you dare?"

Professor Qian: "If you're so capable, you do it!"

Old Master An: "I may not be able to do it, but at least I know where the boundaries of 'not being able to do it' lie, unlike you, who forge ahead recklessly in areas of ignorance."

Mr. Qian was speechless for a long time before finally managing to utter a single sentence.

"How can you compare a person to a dog? That's utter nonsense!"

"Oh."

Old An chuckled softly and glanced around at the other two.

"You all heard it, he admitted it himself, he's not even as good as a dog."

"you!"

Old Qian was so angry that he trembled all over and almost fainted.

Old Wei, who had been silent all along, could only step forward with a wry smile to smooth things over.

"Alright, alright, stop arguing. How old are you? Why are you still arguing like a child?"

He should have kept quiet, because the moment he opened his mouth, he immediately attracted two barrages of criticism.

Almost simultaneously, both Mr. Qian and Mr. An turned their attention to him.

"I was so busy cursing that old man Deng, I almost forgot about you!"

The two men glared angrily at Elder Wei.

Mr. Qian found a new outlet for his frustration, and he spoke with great enthusiasm.

"I still had a chance to whittle it down, but you just shot it in the head and made it go berserk! Who else would you wipe out if not us?"

"Why do you have to be so clumsy? Huh? We're here dealing with the monster, and you're poking at someone else's flower?"

"Are you a hyena?! You start groping people the moment you see them!"

Old Master An said calmly, "Foolish, but reassuring."

The two, one a scholar and the other a warrior, worked together seamlessly.

Old Wei was dumbfounded by the two people's retorts and was completely stunned.

"Wait... how am I involved in this?"

"And isn't it common sense to attack monsters by finding their weaknesses?"

"How was I supposed to know that monster could endure so much? Even in that state, it could still unleash extra fighting power..."

Mr. Qian: "Ah, yes, yes, you're absolutely right."

Old An: "Don't explain, my canine friend."

Qian Xuesen: "Hexagonal waste!"

Standing not far from the three was the taciturn Elder Wu.

He just stood there quietly, watching the three old guys, who would be 250 years old in a few decades, arguing fiercely.

He didn't say a word the whole time.

Getting involved at this time is just asking for trouble.

These three guys are already in a bloodthirsty frenzy; anyone who tries to stop them will be doomed.

Splash!

Without warning, it started to rain.

Just a moment ago the sky was clear and blue, but in the blink of an eye it became covered with dark clouds.

Large raindrops pounded on the ground, splashing up tiny water droplets.

Old Wu silently walked to the eaves of the nearby grocery store, thus avoiding the sudden downpour.

The three old men, who were arguing incessantly, seemed completely oblivious, continuing to blame each other in the rain, their faces flushed with anger.

This is a pretty good recreation of a famous scene. (Stop! Stop fighting!)

Just then, another flash of white light appeared in the safe zone.

A tall, upright man appeared before Elder Wu.

Chi Zhengyang, who just started playing the show, saw this drama as soon as he entered the game.

He glanced at the three elders, Qian, An, and Wei, who were passionately arguing in the rain, and then at the old shaman who was lost in thought under the eaves, and whispered.

"What's wrong with them?"

Upon hearing the sound, Elder Wu slowly opened his eyes, turned his head, glanced at Chi Zhengyang, and then turned his gaze back to the three people in the rain.

He parted his thin lips slightly and uttered a sentence.

"A disorganized group, each holding their own opinions, fighting amongst themselves, and parting ways on bad terms."

After listening, Chi Zhengyang was stunned for a moment, then understood.

"Oh, it doesn't seem like a big deal."

He waved his hand and chuckled.

He accepted it instantly; his maturity was heartbreaking.

I've gotten used to it by now.

"Anyway, you can be resurrected here if you die, so let them argue."

After saying that, Chi Zhengyang ignored the old children and turned to walk straight into the nearby general store.

The wind chimes hanging at the shop entrance tinkled as he pushed the door open.

Lin Mo naturally saw everything that was happening outside.

So when he saw Chi Zhengyang come in, he immediately spoke:

"At least let them come in and make a scene, lest they get soaked."

Chi Zhengyang walked to the counter, pulled up a chair and sat down, waving his hand dismissively.

"It's okay, I won't die anyway."

Chi Zhengyang's explanation was casual and understated, as if he were talking about something perfectly normal.

Besides, if the noise here causes someone to faint, it will be convenient to give them an acupuncture.

If all else fails, you can be resurrected after death.

Lin Mo twitched the corner of his mouth but didn't say anything more.

Chi Zhengyang didn't dwell on the issue. He leaned forward slightly, a hint of joy on his face, and looked at Lin Mo.

"Comrade Lin Mo, look, can we upgrade the general store to level five now?"

He just logged off to deal with this matter.

Lin Mo nodded, silently recited the command in his mind, and brought up the system panel that only he could see, taking a curious look at it.

A pale blue light curtain unfolded before him.

At the very top, the number representing available revenue is jumping wildly at an extremely exaggerated speed.

Available turnover: 1374550

Available turnover: 1723340

Available turnover: 1988210

......

The numbers were refreshing so fast that they left afterimages; they were changing dramatically almost every second.

Below, a stream of sales records flashed by.

[Sold 5 Basic Life Potions, Sales +25.]

[Sold 2 basic gene potions, sales increased by 10000.]

[Selling 3 top-tier Rock-Cutting Blades, sales increased by 1500.]

......

Hundreds and thousands of records converge into a torrent of data, driving the total turnover at the top to climb steadily.

Soon, that number steadily broke through the 300 million mark and continues to grow at a slow pace.

Available turnover: 3015880