Natural Disasters Strikes: I stockpiled like crazy! novel Chapter 218

Near the gates of the Longmen Base Leader's residence, Bingwen and Hei Qian stood vigil, their gazes sharp as two cloaked figures passed by.

Their movements were smooth, unhurried, but the way they carried themselves stirred a sense of unease. Before the figures could even reach the gates, they suddenly vanished into thin air.

Hei Qian's brows furrowed. "Did you see that?"

Bingwen, equally startled, scanned the surroundings. "They didn't enter… but they didn't turn back either."

Both men instinctively took a step forward, their eyes sweeping across the shadows. Not long after, a flicker of movement appeared at the edge of their vision.

A person emerged from the darkness. As he approached the torchlight, his features became visible.

It was Lu Chenyu.

Hei Qian's expression shifted from vigilance to surprise. He turned to Bingwen, voice lowered yet urgent. "Brother Bingwen, isn't that the man Sister-in-law has been searching for?"

Bingwen also turn to looked. His thoughts mirrored Hei Qian's.

He does look like the man.

But was it truly him?

Inside the temple, something was amiss.

At first, the change was subtle—too easy to overlook. The steady flow of customers entering the hall had slowed. Then, one by one, those already in line began leaving, exchanging quiet words before slipping away toward the side exit.

It wasn't long before the hall, once bustling with voices and bartering, silent. _{freёwebnovel.com}

The sellers, standing behind their stalls, exchanged uneasy glances. Their instincts told them the same thing—something had disrupted the natural order of business.

What the heck is going on?

Two figures rushed toward the side exit, squeezing through the dispersing crowd. When they finally broke through, the answer to their question stood before them.

The back-alley merchants had already packed up. They had bought food and water from Nanzhi and Lin Weihao, and now, satisfied with their acquisitions, they too were retreating.

Nanzhi, crouching to fold the mat beneath her, felt the weight of countless stares. The remaining crowd still lingered, regret painted across their faces.

One man finally stepped forward, voice hesitant yet hopeful. "Where can we find you next? What time will you be here tomorrow?"

Another chimed in, "Miss, are you selling at this same spot again? Or are you just passing through the base?"

Nanzhi couldn't come here tomorrow. Tomorrow's mission at the Crystal Water Facility was at least ten miles away. The journey would be unpredictable, and unforeseen circumstances might delay their return.

She gave them a straightforward answer. "I'm not sure about tomorrow or the day after. But in three days, I'll be here."

Three days?!

A collective sigh rippled through the crowd. Relief and disappointment warred on their faces.

Meanwhile, Nanzhi checked her system.

[Current transaction total: 3,407,900]

She needed 10,000,000 spars to unlock another Portable Store. She was still far from her goal.

With a final glance at the dispersing crowd, she and Lin Weihao turned to leave.

However, just as they stepped into a dimly lit alley, their path was blocked.

Six figures emerged from the shadows.

The leader—a burly man clad in patched-up furs—grinned, but his smile never reached his cold, calculating eyes. It was the person selling water for ridiculous prices.

A man with the yellowish teeth was beside him.