After following the two for a short while, Wu Liang saw a stretch of city walls from afar.
Calling them city walls might not be entirely accurate. Upon closer inspection, they appeared to be a stack of rough wooden fences about four or five meters high, intertwined with menacing iron barbs and scattered glass shards cemented to the top.
An old rusty iron sign hung in front of the rough wooden fences, painted with four large flamboyant red characters – Utopia • Two.
"Interesting, No. 2? So that means there must be connections between each Utopian village, right? That's why they are distinguished by numbers?"
Wu Liang couldn't help but feel a bit emotional as he looked at this sparsely inhabited village on a wasteland that seemed to exist only in games.
Bam—
Before he could continue pondering, a gunshot broke the silence of the village.
