Xu Shu crossed the sulfur-coated, stench-filled quarantine zone and entered the shelter.
At this hour, it wasn't too late yet, with people eating in twos and threes in the hall and a few tables where bare-chested men were playing cards.
As soon as Xu Shu entered, the people in the hall stared at him, their gazes scrutinizing.
On the Wasteland, it wasn't rare to see people seeking lodging in the middle of the night, as some valuable finds could only be encountered after dark, invisible during the day, and some were in it just for such things.
But it wasn't common to see lone travelers.
Either they possessed remarkable strength and vast experience, enabling them to get by alone and earn the right to travel solo,
or they had lost their mates and were left alone.
Those left alone were categorized as "deflated households" or "oily households."