History of the Nursing Home

After spending more than three hours, Fang Heng and Zhong Lei arrived at the apocalypse merchant camp.

The camp was built in a world of ice and snow, and it looked rather dilapidated.

If it were any other place, the apocalypse merchant camp would have long been occupied by a large-sized guild.

Inside a small wooden cabin in the camp, two men and a woman sat at a table. They simultaneously raised their heads to size up Fang Heng and Zhong Lei, who had just entered.

"Zhong Lei? Fang Shuo? "

"Yes, hello. Yi Qi, is it? We've communicated on the forum. "

Yi Qi and the other two looked at Zhong Lei and Fang Heng suspiciously.

"I thought you guys were joking. I didn't expect you guys to really come all the way here. "

Yi Qi was a middle-aged big beardy man with a shotgun on his back.