Rotten God Kingdom

"Bro, weren't we supposed to go to the City of Music together? What's this?"

When the sun was high in the sky, Wang Jin set up a large pot and used the instant noodles that Jiang Wang had brought to make breakfast.

Are all travelers this unhurried?

"Don't rush," Wang Jin slurped up a mouthful of noodles. "I'm waiting for a city."

The idea of ​​a traveler waiting for a city during their journey sounds quite romantic.

but.

Jiang Wang didn't quite understand the meaning of those words.

"What does 'waiting for a city' mean?" Jiang Wang asked.

"Everyone who loves to travel can feel in their heart that there is such a place waiting for them, where there are countless fellow travelers, and together they can go anywhere in the world." Wang Jin's expression became solemn.

It's like a fervent religious enthusiast finally meeting their god, finally finding their sanctuary.

"But if you love a place, shouldn't you get up and go find it? Just like if I like a certain place, I'll pack my bags and go there. Why would I just stand there and wait for the 'place' to come to me?" Jiang Wang asked, puzzled, feeling that the logic was a bit off.

Wang Jin shook his head and said, "No, brother, the cities of travelers are different. You'll see in a moment."

Jiang Wang was genuinely interested in what Wang Jin called the city of travelers.

He couldn't imagine what a mobile city would look like, so he patiently sat down and waited for three hours.

"Brother, I think he's bragging. Could he be obsessed?" Jiang Xin whispered.

Jiang Wang shook his head.

Wang Jin's words were vague, but Jiang Wang could make out the gist of it.

It sounds incredible, but in this day and age, nothing seems impossible.

Even superpowers have appeared, so what's a moving city compared to that?

Even if someone told Jiang Wang that there was a city flying in the sky, Jiang Wang wouldn't be too surprised. He would just find it interesting and be curious about what outrageous and bizarre rules this city had.

Finally, after taking a nap in Jiangxin, I woke up groggily.

Jiang Wang heard a rumbling sound coming from the horizon.

This commotion resembles the signs of an approaching monster horde.

Many of the monsters are enormous, and they can cause the earth to tremble when they run.

Wang Jin packed his bags, slung the large pot over his shoulder, and stretched out his arms to look into the distance: "Ah, I've finally arrived at the city that's perfect for me."

Jiang Wang followed Wang Jin's gaze and saw a cloud of dust rising at the end of his line of sight, with more than a dozen trucks at the front, followed by cars and motorcycles mixed in with the dust, and behind them, houses that seemed to have grown legs.

Jiang Wang rubbed his eyes.

Yes, he wasn't mistaken.

One after another, three-story or five-story houses made of cement and steel have grown legs!

The houses weren't moving very fast, and the surrounding vehicles were keeping pace with their speed.

You can see that the balconies and rooftops of these houses are full of crops, and green vines hang down from the balcony railings. Some people are standing on the rooftops, some looking this way, and some waving.

After seeing Jiang Wang and his group, several vehicles that had been surrounding the house broke away from the main group and headed towards them.

"Hey! I'm a traveler. I felt the city's call and came here specifically to wait for you," Wang Jin shouted excitedly.

Jiang Wang stood to the side, silently counting the number of vehicles and houses.

There are approximately two thousand houses with long legs, fewer motorhomes, only about three or four hundred, and fewer motorcycles, at most three or four hundred.

The other cars, and all sorts of other vehicles, add up to a little over a thousand.

Based on this, the number of people in this traveler's city must be at least seven or eight thousand.

That's quite a lot.

Even a powerful city like Bingcheng could only support 80,000 people.

How do these wandering travelers support so many people?

Crops near the roof?

Leaving aside how much harvest can be generated from such a small area of ​​land, the traveler's city will have a hard time solving the problem of drinking water alone.

Before Jiang Wang could figure out the answer, the vehicles that had broken away from the main force and were heading this way were already close by.

Leading the way was a seven-seater van, with only three people inside.

A middle-aged driver, a boy of about seven or eight years old, and a middle-aged woman in the passenger seat.

It looks like a family of three.

The other two vehicles were ordinary sedans. Judging from their appearance, sedans were not suitable for wilderness survival, as their bodies were very damaged and almost on the verge of being scrapped.

The other two cars each had only one male driver and no passengers.

The bread truck stopped in front of Jiang Wang and his two companions.

The middle-aged man, holding a gun, took two crumpled cigarettes out of his pocket and handed them over.

"No, thank you." Jiang Wang waved his hand in refusal.

Wang Jin also declined the middle-aged man's offer.

"Are you travelers?" the man asked bluntly.

The other two drivers also got out of the car and stood not far away with guns in hand, seemingly surrounding Jiang Wang and his group.

"I am, but these two are not. They want to follow the city to the City of Music," Wang Jin explained.

The middle-aged man remained silent for a while, seemingly pondering where the music city Wang Jin had mentioned was.

After a moment, he nodded and said, "Indeed, you are on our route. If you have no ill intentions, you can follow us."

Jiang Wang and Jiang Xin exchanged a glance.

So smoothly?

Do we not need to take any tests or anything to enter the city?

The middle-aged man then changed the subject: "However, I have a few things to remind you. If you are not true travelers, you can only eat and stay in the cars around here, not in the houses in the center. It's not that we are unhospitable, but simply that a traveler's city only welcomes travelers. If you are not a true traveler, rashly entering the city may make you regret it."

Also, even if you eat and sleep in the car, you must leave within two weeks, otherwise you'll never be able to leave.

Jiang Wang asked, "May I ask what the consequences would be if I entered the city without being a traveler?"

The middle-aged man took out a lighter, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and exhaled the smoke: "Your legs will be broken, and you'll be confined to the city from now on."

However, as an outsider, you have no property in the Traveler's City, and no family would take in a disabled person, since food is scarce.

If no family wants to let you in, you'll be kicked out of the house.

It sounds like just having both legs broken is acceptable.

"With both legs broken, you desperately want to return to the city. But with both legs broken, how can you keep up with the city's pace? You can only crawl on your hands and eventually die on the road." The middle-aged man spoke calmly, as if he had seen many such cases before.

However, both Jiang Wang and Jiang Xin could understand and even comprehend this somewhat difficult-to-understand statement.

Travelers cannot live without the city of travelers, just as the people of the city of fishmen cannot live without water.

The middle-aged man simply cannot answer why a non-traveler, after having both legs broken, becomes obsessed with catching up with the city.

Jiang Wang had no clue before, but now he has a better idea.

Perhaps there is something similar to the Book of Diseases in the City of Travelers. Non-travelers who enter the city will be marked by it and will inevitably become "travelers".

The rule that one must leave after half a month is also easy to understand.

Even a healthy person will inevitably contract the disease after entering a disease-ridden city for a period of time.

The Traveler's City likely shares similar characteristics.

Spending too much time in the neighborhood can easily turn you into a "traveler".

"You're going into the city, right?" Seeing that Jiang Wang didn't speak, the middle-aged man assumed that he and Jiang Xin had tacitly agreed to these two strange rules. He turned to look at Wang Jin, who called himself a traveler.

How many places have you been to?

"Many, I've been in the wilderness for the past few years."

"how long?"

Five years.

Upon hearing the answer of five years, the middle-aged man nodded noticeably.

Five years of travel experience is enough to earn the city's recognition.

Are you single?

Damn it, why would this person ask such a weird question?

"Um, I'm single."

The middle-aged man scrutinized Wang Jin's appearance, his expression as if he were appraising a piece of merchandise, which made Wang Jin feel uneasy.

Not bad at all, and the weathered look on their faces, etched with the marks of time and the elements, is exactly what travelers appreciate.

"Do you have money? I mean, how much valuable stuff do you have on you?" The middle-aged man's questions became increasingly pointed.

This made Jiang Wang suspect that the man might be planning to rob him of his property.

Wang Jin didn't seem to care, but his expression was a little awkward: "An iron pot, a tent, not much food left, and a rifle and some bullets on me."

That rifle was so conspicuous that he didn't even need to say anything; anyone could spot it at a glance.

"Is this your motorcycle?"

Wang Jin shook his head and said, "It belongs to this brother and sister."

The middle-aged man smacked his lips.

"Brother, you're too poor, this won't be easy to handle."

Wang Jin frowned and asked, "Does going into the city have anything to do with what you asked?"

The middle-aged man argued confidently: "How can it not matter? The city of travelers is always on the road. If you don't have wealth, you can't buy property in the city. If you don't have a car, you can only keep up with the city by walking."

I know you've traveled in the wilderness for so many years, all on foot, but how long can you keep up with the city? A year? Or two?

As the city of travelers slowly "passed" past Jiang Wang and his companions, the dust settled, and Jiang Wang saw a large group of people walking on their own two legs along the route the city had taken.

They walked heavily, as if they had been walking for a very long time, but they were unwilling to stop. Some carried luggage, some pushed carts, and some even crawled on the ground.

In the city of travelers, owning a decent property is really important.

Even if you don't own property, it's best to have a car.

At worst, you need a motorcycle.

Otherwise, you'll eventually die of exhaustion on the road.

Wang Jin asked hesitantly, "Then what should we do?"

"Brother, just listen to me, I'll make sure you find a good house."

Looking at the middle-aged man's face, Wang Jin suddenly felt a sense of unease.

"Brother, since you need a ride, do you have the fare?" the middle-aged man asked Jiang Wang.

Jiang Wang shook his head and said, "I won't take a ride. I have my own car, but I can pay a small fee to guide you."

Jiang Wang took out several boxes of ammunition from his backpack, 5.56mm caliber, which he had brought from the sick city.

There are two kinds of hard currency in the wilderness: food and weapons.

Food cannot be given out casually, since Jiang Wang doesn't know when the next food supply will be.

Because Jiang Wang has an armory, he still has a considerable stock of weapons, so paying with weapons is currently the optimal solution.

The middle-aged man took it, tossed it in his hand, and a satisfied expression appeared on his face.

"This deal is feasible."

Wang Jin got into the middle-aged man's car, while Jiang Wang and Jiang Xin rode their own motorcycles, the engines roaring to life.

The convoy passed in front of them, the houses with legs moving slowly and steadily. Children peeked out of the windows, watching the newcomers with curiosity. On the rooftops, people were watering plants, hanging clothes to dry, and sunbathing on deck chairs.

Jiang Wang twisted the accelerator and caught up with the tail of the convoy.

The dust billowed in the wind ahead, and a road stretching out endlessly beneath the wheels of the car.

Wang Jin leaned out of the van window and shouted something to Jiang Wang.

The wind was too strong, and Jiang Wang couldn't hear clearly.

His expression was complex, a mixture of tension, anticipation, and unease.

Jiang Xin sat in the back seat, one arm around Jiang Wang's waist, the other protecting her forehead from the wind-blown hair.

She gazed at the shifting city and whispered, "Brother, how long are we going to stay here?"

"Let's take a look first." Jiang Wang was silent for a moment. "Let's take a look first and then decide."