355: Chapter 355 Rice Fruit Tree, Wheat Field

"What is this?" The captain of the Jiang Lion convoy stood up in shock. "A Shelter ruin!"

"That's a Shelter ruin?"

Some nearby heard him, and others recognized it as well, but it was the first time they had ever seen a Shelter ruin of this level.

"level six... a Shelter like this actually became a ruin." Jiang Lion's Adam's apple bobbed. The desire in his eyes was like a flame swallowing his reason. That was a level six shelter, level six!

A level four can have bloodline inheritance, a Level Five has a Gem Well, and a level six possesses a Secret Land! A Secret Land where one can cultivate! It even has ten thousand acres of fertile land!

Jiang Lion hardly thought twice. He decisively chose to abandon the convoy behind him to take a gamble inside the ruins! Even if the probability of obtaining a shelter item was extremely low, there were bound to be other treasures inside—talent upgrade stones, innate experience stones, and even various strange treasures!

"Everyone, park the vehicles where they are and follow me into the ruins!"

"Brother Tang Ping, let's hurry and keep up. This is a Shelter ruin; you might not encounter one in a lifetime!" the short man, Zhang Zhiqiang, said excitedly.

Tang Ping naturally intended to go. He was somewhat puzzled; Little Six was a veteran figure of the Xingyao Safe Zone after all, and judging by his aura, his strength was at the half-Heavenly King Rank. Why would his Shelter be left outside and turn into a ruin?

Little Six... Tang Ping felt a slight pang of regret thinking of him. In a hundred years, there were ultimately too many people who couldn't cross the threshold of level seven.

The entire convoy of several hundred people swarmed toward the location of the ruins. That pillar of light was practically right in their faces!

Meanwhile, Xiao Sheng and his group, who were inside the pillar of light, were teleported directly into the ruins.

"level six, a level six shelter." Xiao Sheng's clenched palms were trembling slightly. He had originally thought it was just an ordinary level five shelter ruin, but this ruin was actually level six!

He knew very well that most Safe Zones with populations exceeding a hundred thousand did not have a level six shelter.

A level six shelter sat on ten thousand acres of fertile land and could easily support over a hundred thousand people. Those who owned such Shelters were either regional lords comparable to Heavenly Kings and Queens!

Or they were the top-tier Heavenly King clans!

"I must get it, I must get this Shelter. Ghost Snake, go find the shelter item for me immediately!"

Ghost Snake stood in place, staring fixedly at the lush forest before him. Trees a hundred meters tall blotted out the sun, and countless beasts that had long been extinct lived within. This was a sight he had never seen, a sight impossible to find in the Wasteland, yet it appeared here within this Shelter ruin.

He knew this represented incomparable, massive wealth!

"Ghost Snake, what is it? Do you want to betray your master? Don't forget your sister and your mother." Xiao Sheng's expression was grim; he would naturally never choose a subordinate over whom he held no leverage.

"Young Master, I was just momentarily stunned by this sight and lost my focus. I didn't expect such a miracle to exist under the apocalypse." Ghost Snake's expression darkened.

"Heh, apocalypse? That's only for you commoners. For those powerful Safe Zones and top-tier clans, this is no apocalypse." Xiao Sheng's eyes flickered. As long as he inherited this Shelter, he would soon become one of the people standing at the top of the pyramid.

A Heavenly King... what would be a good title for a Heavenly King?

"Go quickly, we'll find the shelter item first!"

As for the hundred-meter-tall giant trees before him, Xiao Sheng's eyes also held greed. He recognized these things; they were Miguo giant trees. The fruits they bore were actually rice encased in hard shells. A ripe Miguo was the size of a basketball, equivalent to fifteen catties of rice, and a single tree could grow three to four hundred fruits or even more in a year!

Food and water were the most stable hard currencies on this land.

But he wouldn't be so stupid as to gather those Miguo here.

But even if he didn't pick them, plenty of people would—for example, the hundreds of people from the water convoy.

"What kind of tree is this? So big, so tall! And it's still green!"

"You're ignorant, aren't you? This is a Miguo tree!"

"What? This is Miguo? The kind that grows high-quality polished rice?"

"Why would I lie to you?"

"What are you two idiots standing around for? Hurry up and pick them! One Miguo has at least fifteen catties of rice inside, worth over a thousand xingyao coins. This is stuff only those big families can afford to eat!"

"Brothers, charge! Pick them quickly! If we pick a few more, we won't have to worry for the rest of our lives!"

"Wait, this is a Shelter ruin, something you might not encounter once in a lifetime. You're just going to pick Miguo here?"

"If we don't pick Miguo, do you want to go inside and look for the Shelter core? Brother, let me give you a piece of advice: that's not something ordinary drivers like us can take." An older man spoke meaningfully. Naturally, not everyone in the water convoy was a Talent User.

For instance, these drivers were ordinary people. It was impossible for over a hundred vehicles to all be driven by Talent Users, so they were mostly ordinary people working in two shifts. Besides them, many in logistics were also ordinary people.

These ordinary people certainly didn't earn much. The value of a single Miguo far exceeded the income from this entire trip.

"But if we go deeper, maybe there are other even more precious treasures!" the youth said, still somewhat unwilling.

"True, but there could also be even greater danger! Xiao Feng, you came out with me, so I'm just advising you, but whether you go or not is your own decision."

With that, the older man said no more and climbed the tree to start picking Miguo. Looking at the tree full of Miguo, his eyes shone. If he picked just fifty or sixty, that would be fifty or sixty thousand xingyao coins! Fifty or sixty thousand! His family wouldn't have to worry about food or clothes for the rest of their lives, and he could even set aside some money to buy a bottle of gene enhancement potion for his son.

The youth on the ground gritted his teeth but still chose to go deeper into the forest.

Most people in the same age group as the older man chose to climb trees to pick Miguo and then run outside to hide.

As for the young people, most chose to go deeper into the forest, while a few followed their elders to pick Miguo.

As for the Talent Users, they naturally all chose to go deeper. The Talent Users who came with the convoy were basically all at least second level.

"What a huge ruin. It's definitely more than ten thousand acres. It seems it was expanded or merged with a small secret realm." Tang Ping swept his mental power around and perceived that this space was definitely far beyond ten thousand acres.

Looking back at the Miguo forest behind him, he noticed the forest actually had a hallucinogenic mist.

"Good heavens, as expected of a Shelter ruin. The mist in this forest almost got me!" The short man, Zhang Zhiqiang, patted his chest with a look of lingering fear. His gaze fell ahead on a wheat field—a golden wheat field!

"Strange, is this Shelter ruin some kind of welfare stage?" Zhang Zhiqiang wondered.

"Wait and see. There was mist in the forest; there's no reason for these wheat fields to be just simple wheat fields." The bald, tough woman Li Qian remained relatively calm, not letting her head be turned by the sight.

As for Tang Ping, he naturally knew what was inside the wheat field.

The wheat field was indeed a wheat field, but its purpose was not to produce wheat.