Transcending Worlds: I Have an Invincible Shelter

Zhu Wenchao's brows furrowed suddenly, his eyes filled with deep doubt, clearly failing to grasp the eeriness in Wen Yunling's words.

Noticing the confusion in Zhu Wenchao's expression, Wen Yunling's face hardened slightly, and he explained again.

"There's no one in that building. There's not a trace of human presence, not even any strange beasts. It's empty."

"impossible."

A cold voice came from ahead. Zheng Qianshan had already stepped over the crooked and rusty iron gate and entered the desolate courtyard of the night watch camp.

Between the base of the wall and the broken bricks, there are mottled marks of strange beasts tearing and scratching, with claw marks of varying depths, ferocious and terrifying.

When they were stationed here in the past, even though the camp walls were intact and there were layers of defenses, low-level alien beasts would still often break through the outer defenses, rush into the courtyard, and even break into the building.

The Night Watch camp has long since been breached and fallen by the Ash Earth camp, its defenses destroyed, and it has become an abandoned building.

Zheng Qianshan abruptly stopped, no longer taking another step forward, and casually threw Shen Changge, whom he was carrying on his shoulder, heavily onto the cold, hard ground.

Shen Changge landed heavily, a faint groan escaping his throat, his face growing increasingly pale.

Zheng Qianshan's eyes were faintly crackling with black arcs of electricity as he fixed his gaze on the dark and deep main entrance of the building, his brows furrowed with hesitation and wariness.

After a brief pause, he turned his head and glanced sideways at Zhu Wenchao outside the door, his gaze subtle, clearly waiting for the other party to make a suggestion.

Zhu Wenchao's eyes turned cold as he weighed his options briefly.

"Let them in, we'll stay outside."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and shoved Lin Xuanzhi forward, causing her to stumble and almost fall.

"You and Song Ruhai, go inside and move all the supplies out."

Zhu Wenchao glanced indifferently at Shen Changge, who was lying unconscious and seriously injured on the ground, his threatening intent undisguised.

"If you dare to play any tricks in secret, I don't mind making Shen Changge suffer even more."

Lin Xuanzhi trembled slightly as she looked at the barely breathing Shen Changge. After a moment's hesitation, she bit her lip and softly pleaded.

"Could we let Song Ruhai take Changge inside to heal her injuries first?"

They certainly didn't have the medicine needed to heal the wounds; they just wanted to temporarily free Shen Changge from the control of Zhu Wenchao and his two companions.

"no."

Zhu Wenchao flatly refused, leaving no room for negotiation.

It was precisely because Wen Yunling's [Listening to the Wind] talent had completely failed in front of this building, and the silence inside was too abnormal, that they could not let their guard down.

Shen Changge was already in a semi-conscious state, which was the best bargaining chip to control the two of them.

Lin Xuanzhi clenched her hands tightly at her sides, a resolute thought already planted in her heart.

As long as Song Ruhai successfully gets Shen Changge into the building and frees her from the three men's hostage threat, she will immediately end her own life, cutting off all the leverage that Zhu Wenchao and his group could use to coerce the two.

A tragic resolve flashed in her eyes; her thoughts were deeply hidden, yet Song Ruhai beside her saw right through them.

Seeing the suicidal thoughts in her eyes, Song Ruhai immediately reached out and grabbed her wrist, squeezing it tightly, silencing Lin Xuanzhi's words.

His face was somber and solemn. He didn't say a word, but forcibly pulled Lin Xuanzhi and walked towards the main entrance of the building.

Two slender figures quickly disappeared into the dimly lit doorway inside the building. Zhu Wenchao stared at the empty main entrance, his brows furrowing even more tightly.

He turned his head to look at Wen Yunling, whose face was pale, and asked in a low voice.

"Is it a vacuum inside? Can't you hear a thing?"

Wen Yunling was already irritated, and upon hearing this, his face immediately showed displeasure, and his tone was somewhat defiant and annoyed.

"What? Are you doubting that my [Wind Listening] talent is fake? If you don't believe me, you can go into the building yourself and see for yourself."

Meanwhile, inside the building's lobby, Song Ruhai and Lin Xuanzhi had already stopped.

In the empty, dilapidated hall, piles of supplies were stacked in the very center.

Boxes of compressed beef rice and bottled mineral water were neatly stacked and quietly placed in the center of the hall. These were the supplies they had previously exchanged for 500 kilograms of gold.

Looking at the supplies in front of them, the two fell silent and hesitated.

These things were nominally theirs, but Song Ruhai still harbored concerns and unease about using them without Su Yuyang's permission.

Looking at the mountain of supplies, Lin Xuanzhi's tense emotions completely collapsed, her eyes reddened, and tears welled up again.

She turned to look at Song Ruhai, whose face was gloomy, and asked softly through sobs.

"Now that things have come to this, what should we do next?"

Song Ruhai was seething with rage, his face as cold and indifferent.

If Lin Xuanzhi hadn't been so soft-hearted and insisted on sharing supplies with Zhao Xinyan and the other four, Shen Changge wouldn't have ended up seriously injured, unconscious, and at the mercy of others.

He was filled with pent-up frustration, which was about to explode.

"Give up some of the supplies in exchange for Shen Changge." He spoke each word slowly and deliberately, his tone filled with anger.

Lin Xuanzhi felt a pang of panic as she sensed the suppressed malevolence emanating from Song Ruhai. She cautiously and timidly asked him a question.

"Then... how much should we take out?"

Song Ruhai slowly turned his head, his expression extremely solemn, and suppressed his anger as he pressed for an answer.

"You didn't reveal the total amount of supplies here, did you?"

When he stared at her like that, Lin Xuanzhi panicked and became flustered. She looked away and hesitated for a long time before finally hanging her head and shaking her head in frustration.

"I...I don't know, I don't think I deliberately said that."

However, since I've been frequently giving supplies to Zhao Xinyan lately, it's hard to guarantee they won't secretly suspect that we're hiding a large amount of supplies.

Upon hearing this, Song Ruhai secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then sighed helplessly, suppressing his surging anger, and quickly made a decision.

"Okay, let's get ten cases of beef rice first, and then five cases of mineral water."

"Is this really okay?"

Lin Xuanzhi was filled with unease and whispered her concerns.

"Zhu Wenchao and the other two probably won't believe it. I'm afraid this little bit won't satisfy them. What if they insist on demanding more?"

Song Ruhai let out a long breath, bent down and picked up two heavy boxes of beef rice, and calmly analyzed the situation.

"They can't carry too much weight with them; carrying too much weight will only slow them down."

Moreover, they had no idea of ​​the true amount of supplies inside the building, but fortunately, they couldn't enter the building.

There's no other choice right now; we should use these as bargaining chips to try and get Changge back.

Lin Xuanzhi nodded upon hearing this, and quickly bent down to pick up a case of mineral water. The two of them, each carrying supplies, turned around and slowly walked out of the building.

......

In the real world, the deep night enveloped the entire desert.

After a seven-hour long-haul intercontinental flight, Su Yuyang finally landed safely at Dubai International Airport.

The entire airport was illuminated by a continuous stretch of dazzling lights, the shimmering light piercing through the boundless darkness of the desert.

Looking down at the terminal building stretching for nearly a kilometer, with its arched dome stretching across the horizon, it resembles a giant, glowing silkworm lying dormant on the edge of a vast desert.

Layers of cool white light strips spread out along the undulating curves of the dome, gleaming with a cold metallic luster in the thick darkness of the night.

Su Yuyang walked slowly on the smooth, cool marble floor, looking around the exotic scenery of the terminal with a curious expression.

He only glanced at it briefly before continuing towards the exit, his mind preoccupied with how to exchange 500 kilograms of gold for US dollars.

As his thoughts raced, a faint urge to urinate rose within him, bringing him back to his senses.

Looking around, Su Yuyang strode straight to the restroom, entered a private, enclosed stall, locked it behind him, and shut out all outside noise.