The dim lights of the gambling house made the view from the doors and windows look like hell itself, where all kinds of people, like ferocious ghosts, had eyes devoid of luster, filled only with greed and desire.
Feng Zhekai shook his head as he looked inside, "I didn't expect that in just a few months of not coming here, the city would have so many more places like this."
They had left when it was just beginning to warm up; back then people weren't out and about much, and they were still hopeful that the apocalypse would end.
But when, after the plague, things didn't return to normal but instead started to get extremely hot, everyone's obsessions faded. When there was no food to eat, people's hearts changed quickly.
Now, most of the resources were controlled by a few hands, and so the emergence of these venues simply catered to the spirit of the times.