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"Sir, right ahead is Mr. Anlius's Potion Shop. However, it's too close to the Refugee Zone, so I won't accompany you any further. If you're not satisfied, I can refund you half of your Blue Voucher, how does that sound?" The Air Pump Uncle looked at Ye Wumeng with an apologetic expression, his tone sincere.
"It's fine, no worries."
Ye Wumeng lightly jumped off the air pump vehicle and landed steadily on the ground. Seeing this, the uncle looked at him gratefully and quickly drove away, disappearing from Ye Wumeng's sight.
Alright, time to get down to business.
Ye Wumeng glanced in the direction the uncle had pointed out and could vaguely see the edge of the Refugee Zone. Among the shabby huts of various sizes, a small brick building with a tiled roof stood out prominently.
That must be Anlius's Potion Shop.
However, Ye Wumeng couldn't help but grumble inwardly. Was this really the boundary between the trading area and the Refugee Zone? It was clearly within the Refugee Zone!
After confirming his target, Ye Wumeng shook off his distracting thoughts and stepped toward the small building.
As soon as he set foot in the Refugee Zone, he felt dozens of gazes—some greedy, some curious, some fierce—converging on him. He felt a chill run down his spine. No wonder that Air Pump Uncle refused to come here.
Ye Wumeng had no doubt that a few people in the crowd would try to rob him.
To avoid unnecessary trouble, he took out a cutlass from his storage and gripped it tightly in his right hand, casting a fierce glance at everyone around him.
His intention was not only to show them that he was not to be trifled with but also to gauge their Combat Power and whether they posed any threat to him.
Fortunately, these refugees, who looked like they were nothing but skin and bones from hunger, had a maximum Combat Power that was quite low.
Looks like I don't need to run after all.
However, even after intimidating them with his gaze, many refugees still lurked in the shadows watching him. But it was much better than before.
Forget it; since they don't pose a threat to me, I'll let them be.
With that thought in mind, Ye Wumeng quickened his pace and soon arrived in front of the small building.
Standing before it, he looked up at the sign above the door.
Anlius Apothecary
The lights inside flickered as if they hadn't been repaired in ages. Ye Wumeng could barely make out the large characters written on it; it seemed like time had taken its toll.
The plaque at the side had many chipped corners, yet the six characters in the center were unusually bright, as if freshly painted, giving off a strange sense of vitality. Below it, a small gap in the shop door revealed a quiet interior, where only the flickering lights hinted at the passage of time.
Creak.
As he pushed open the shop door, he was greeted by shelves on either side filled with an array of colorful potions, densely packed together. Ye Wumeng glanced around and felt his eyelid twitch at the system's prompt. Most of these were just watered-down pigments.
Goodness, is this what they call face value? It certainly has its flair.
His gaze then shifted to the center of the room, where an elderly man dressed in deep black linen sat at a table, his face lined with wrinkles and his arms thin and frail. He held a book with a brown cover, engrossed in its pages as if completely unaware of Ye Wumeng's entrance.
[Identification: Human]
[Threat Level: Weak]
[Combat Power:]
[Note: This old man's health seems decent, but he still poses little threat to you.]
Phew, that's good.
Ye Wumeng sheathed his cutlass and put on his signature sunny smile, approaching the old man with enthusiasm. "Excuse me, are you Mr. Anlius?"
"Hmm." Anlius did not look up from his book, responding with a dismissive tone.
Isn't reading under that flickering light hard on the eyes? Ye Wumeng thought to himself as he quickly moved closer to Anlius, displaying an expression of deep admiration akin to that of a fan meeting their idol, his tone slightly exaggerated. "Haha! Mr. Anlius, it's finally a pleasure to meet you! I am Ye Youcai, a humble tobacco dealer from Southern Industry. I've heard so much about your extraordinary skills since I arrived in Lanstad that I couldn't wait to come and pay my respects!"
Southern Industry? Tobacco Dealer?
A big fat sheep!
Upon hearing this, Anlius snapped his book shut with a loud clap and immediately stood up. His mouth curled into a strained smile as he forced the wrinkles on his face to bunch together. His eyes squinted into slits as his attitude underwent a complete transformation.
"Oh! Little brother, why didn't you say so earlier? We just brewed a fresh batch of potions in the shop! I guarantee they were made within the last hour! Potent effects! A variety of types at reasonable prices and rich flavors!"
Little brother?
At this remark, Ye Wumeng felt a twitch at the corner of his eye.
Was there some strange adjective mixed in here? No! I didn't come to test whether he was trustworthy or if he could cure my Corpse Poison, did I?
Thinking this, Ye Wumeng felt even more anxious. He stepped forward and pulled out a pack of cigarettes from the warehouse, handing it to Anlius. "Just like you! Cigarettes produced by Southern Industry!"
I’ve heard that Mr. Anlius has mastered the art of potions to perfection, even able to eliminate Corpse Poison! I came here with no other request but to seek a potion that can cure Corpse Poison, just in case I need it!
Ye Wumeng's tone was sincere, while Anlius stared at the words "Southern Industry" and "Trustworthy" written on the cigarette box, lost in thought.
He just handed over a pack of cigarettes; how many coupons does this guy have? A super big cash cow!
"Haha, no problem, my friend! Just wait a moment and I'll get it for you." Saying this, Anlius began rummaging through the shelves on both sides, seemingly confident.
Could it be that Anlius really has the capability? Ye Wumeng thought to himself. If he truly produces a potion that can cure Corpse Poison, this favor would definitely be remembered. After all, with his Combat Power, he couldn't pose a threat to me.
The light flickered again, but this time it lasted unusually long. Ye Wumeng felt that the light was about to go out.
"Hehe, sorry for keeping you waiting." Anlius mysteriously pulled out an exquisite box and placed it on the table. His expression was earnest, and his withered hands carefully handled it, his wrinkled face full of mystery.
Could this be it? Excitement flashed in Ye Wumeng's eyes; if this is real, it would be a huge help!
"Hahaha, that's right! This box contains the potion that can completely cure Corpse Poison! I remember using this potion to save a young man from the Bonfire Group not long ago. I heard he is now one of the Ten Guardians of the town. By the way, his name is Hu Xu; I wonder if you've heard of him."
Anlius wore a look of nostalgia on his face while Ye Wumeng's mind flashed with Hu Xu's scruffy face.
It seems to be true! This box contains the potion that can cure Corpse Poison!
Then this potion—Ye Wumeng's eyes sparkled with anticipation as he envisioned his happy life in this post-apocalyptic world. As long as there was no Corpse Poison and with this corpse system, how could I not thrive in Lanst Camp?
How many coupons!
"Buy it!"
Ahem, after all, I don't have much of this potion left, and it's quite troublesome to make.
He glanced at Ye Wumeng, throwing him a knowing look.
It seems I need to raise the price!
Haha, I can understand your reluctance, sir. How about this: you name a price, and as long as the potion is fine, any amount of vouchers will do!
The Blue Vouchers are really easy to earn for Ye Wumeng, so he doesn't feel any pain in spending them.
As long as it can cure the Corpse Poison within him, everything is worth it.
Alright, my brother is generous! Anlius looked at the young man in front of him and gritted his teeth, shouting out a number.
The light above flickered again, seemingly wishing for the success of this transaction in advance.
No problem! But could you let me see the true form of this potion first?
Ye Wumeng took out several stacks of Blue Vouchers from his pocket, smiling broadly.
Although he believed in his heart that this potion could cure the Corpse Poison, he still maintained a sliver of rationality.
What if it isn’t?
Even if the probability is ninety-eight percent, there’s still a two percent risk, right?
Looking at the stack of Blue Vouchers in Ye Wumeng's hand, Anlius's murky eyes locked onto them tightly. He instinctively nodded and pushed the box in front of Ye Wumeng.
Here it comes!
Ye Wumeng reached out slowly to open the wooden box that held his hopes.
At that moment, the old light above them seemed unable to hold on any longer and went completely dark.
The small room was plunged into darkness.
However, amidst the darkness, a glimmer of fluorescence stood out vividly.
Ye Wumeng's pupils constricted slightly.
He had seen this potion before!
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