Mass Transmigration: I Have an Armory

Entering Haishang Mall is much easier than imagined.

Because the world is too dark.

In such a situation where they couldn't see their fingers, the city defense army didn't bother to check the people coming in and out, they just looked at them and let them pass.

However, when Nanfeng entered the city, he was still questioned by one of the city defenders.

"You kid, why don't you carry a lantern? It's so dark outside, can you see clearly?"

Nan Feng replied calmly: "The lantern fell on the road."

The city defense soldier looked at the hoe on Nanfeng's shoulder again and asked doubtfully: "When you go out to cut trees in the city, why do you bring a hoe with you?"

Nanfeng immediately replied: "My family is poor and we have no money to buy an axe, so we can only use this hoe passed down from our ancestors."

I've told too many lies, and now I'm really talking about them.

Seeing that Nan Feng answered so clearly and neatly, the city defense army stopped asking any more questions and waved their hands before letting Nan Feng enter the city.

The lights in Haishang City were brightly lit and the firelight was swaying.

A large lantern hangs at the door of every house, lighting up the street in front of the door.

From time to time, someone will clear the snow on the lanterns to prevent the snow from being too thick and blocking the firelight.

Nan Feng carried the tree trunk and walked aimlessly on the street.

The streets were deserted, with not a single vendor setting up a stall.

No one would take out the food at home and sell it to others at this time, unless he no longer wants to live.

"Where does that level 45 strong man live?"

"Will Xiao Luo be here?"

Nanfeng was thinking about these two questions in his mind.

In such a big city without any clues, it is not easy to find someone.

What's more, the person he's looking for is Xiao Luo, who can clone himself.

In any corner, there may be Xiao Luo's eyes.

He might have already been staring at Nanfeng in the dark.

Fortunately, Nanfeng's [Tactical Mask] was very powerful, turning him into a passerby with an average face. Coupled with the even more powerful [Tactical Mecha], it perfectly concealed his aura.

The south wind at this time is the ceiling of the disguise world.

Even if Xiao Luo passes by Nanfeng, he may not be able to recognize him.

"I want to keep a low profile and not reveal my strength or my identity as the Chosen One..."

Nanfeng originally wanted to put the huge tree trunk into his backpack, because it was a bit troublesome to carry it on his shoulders.

But he was afraid of being seen by Xiao Luo's clone, so he had no choice but to give up.

He wandered around the city for more than half an hour, trying to find Xiao Luo by trying his luck.

But obviously, his luck was average.

Not only was Xiao Luo not found, but it also attracted inquiries from the city defense army.

"Boy, I've been paying attention to you for a long time. Why are you wandering around here instead of going home while carrying a tree?"

A city defense soldier stopped in front of Nanfeng and asked with an unkind expression.

Nanfeng showed a silly smile: "Brother, I can't find where my home is."

Several city defense troops in front of him looked at each other and suddenly realized.

It turns out this is a fool.

"Idiot, do you remember who is in your family?" Another city defense soldier asked.

Nanfeng thought for a while and said with a naive smile: "Remember, there is one named Lao Liu and another named Ba Ge."

Sixth child? Starling?

Several city defense soldiers discussed in low voices for a while, and finally came to a conclusion.

"They should be from the family of Butcher Zhang in the west of the city. The butchers are Zhang Laoba and Zhang Laoliu. People usually call them Lao Liu and Bago."

As he said that, a city defense soldier pointed in the west direction: "Boy, if you go in this direction, you can go home."

"Thank you, brother."

Nanfeng thanked him repeatedly, carried the tree trunk and prepared to leave.

But those city defense troops had no intention of giving way: "Wait a moment."

Nanfeng asked in confusion: "What's wrong, brother?"

The city defense army smiled coldly: "You carry such a big tree on your shoulders and walk around on the street. Do you know how bad the impact is? We confiscated this tree, bring it here."

Nanfeng frowned slightly, what do you mean?

Are these city defense troops trying to steal my tree?

That's all for you. It's troublesome for me to carry it anyway.

Nanfeng obediently placed the tree trunk on the ground and said with a naive smile: "Okay, big brother, I'll give you the tree. I'm going home."

After that, Nanfeng carried the hoe and walked to the west in a swaggering manner.

The ridicule of the city defense army came from behind.

"This fool, even though he has no firewood, he is still smiling so happily."

"Come on, let's chop down this tree and take some back to each of us."

"This damn weather is so cold..."

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Hai Shang City, west of the city.

After some inquiring, Nanfeng finally found the residence of Lao Liu and Ba Ge.

"Let's stay at their home first. I don't know if they are back?"

Nanfeng muttered to himself and came outside a small courtyard.

As a butcher, Bago's family still has a little money, and at least the place he lives in is much larger than ordinary people.

In normal times, their family would have enough food and clothing for the rest of their lives.

But now is the end of the ice and snow. Even if the myna's pocket is full of copper coins, it is difficult to buy firewood, so he can only go out and chop it himself.

As soon as he walked outside the courtyard, Nanfeng heard bursts of quarrels, women's screams, and children's cries coming from the courtyard.

There is a situation...

Nan Feng took one step forward and appeared on the wall, looking down at the scene in the yard.

The snow in the courtyard was stained red with blood. A woman covered her abdomen and fell on the snow, trembling all over.

Next to the woman, the starling was kneeling on the ground with tears on his face.