Through a conversation with the woman, Feren has already gained a general understanding of the gathering place in front of him. Judging from the situation described by the woman, the rules of this gathering place should be clearly formulated by humans. Whether it is possible to join by passing the test or from the scope of the law, this is obviously not the work of the demon. Because it is unlikely that the demon should consider the problem from the perspective of human beings, it is naturally impossible to come up with regulations that can make human beings comply.

But... the devil's funny thing is born, even if it doesn't exist now, it doesn't mean it won't exist in the future. As for how to determine this... Feilun already has an idea.

In the end, the woman took Delin an ID card according to Feiren's request, and then took them into the isolation area in front of her.

When he walked into the isolation area and looked at the scene in front of him, Feiren couldn't help but frowned.

If the Dream City he had seen before was a relatively normal gathering place, then this isolation area would be like the Brooklyn area of ​​this gathering place. Almost all the darkness and dirt under the glamorous surface of the gathering place are gathered here. In Feiren's view, this is like the toilet of a villa or the sewer of a five-star hotel, which is also a sewer.

Dirty, corrupt, ugly.

Looking around, you can see the shabby wasteland residents everywhere. Some of them have a gloomy face and don’t say a word, while others are shouting among the crowd, not knowing what they are saying. Looking around, the open space in front of you is simply comparable to the vegetable market in Nigeria, and it is definitely a representative area for urban management rectification.

"It's here?"

Looking at the place in front of him that was as good as a slum, Feiren frowned, then turned his head to look at the woman and asked. When he heard Feiren's inquiry, the woman nodded with a smile.

"Yes, it's here, this gentleman."

"So, do I have a place to live?"

"This requires your own efforts...I told you that this place is not within the jurisdiction of the Dream City. Please use wasteland methods to solve the problem."

"Okay, I get it."

Hearing the woman's answer, Feiren nodded, then he reached out and gently stroked the black cat on his shoulder, then walked down the steps. As Feiren and Franka walked down the steps, the originally closed iron door slowly opened, and then Feiren walked into the chaotic place in front of him.

At the same time, the two of them quickly attracted everyone's attention. Among a group of people dressed like refugees, two people suddenly appeared who looked like they were attending high-end cocktail parties. The sharp contrast alone was enough to make people unable to ignore the existence of each other. Not to mention, both Faren and Franka have outstanding appearances, and their attractiveness is naturally greater.

Clean, tidy, high-end and gorgeous clothes. Coupled with those two outstanding faces, those who never take a bath, are covered with dirt and look like beggars than warriors, this is the best portrayal of the crowd.

"snort………"

Detecting the eyes of the wasteland residents, Feiren snorted lightly, then reached out to lower the brim of the hat to cover his face, and then walked slowly forward. As he advanced, the crowds that were originally surrounded gradually dispersed. Those who could work hard on the wasteland until now were not fools. If something abnormal happened, there would be monsters. Such a young man who did not look like a wasteland residents was carrying a girl who looked only ten years old and holding a black cat... They also came to participate in the challenge?

Who is this guy?

If it is in the wilderness, then Faren's reputation itself is a deterrent force. As long as he has been seeking life in the wilderness for many years, even if he has never seen Faren, as long as he hears the name of the "Doctor", he will immediately know who the person in front of him is. But this is different. After the catastrophe, although the traffic between various regions has not been completely interrupted, the harsh reality also forces people to only care about the life in front of him. They do not know very well, nor are they very clear about what is happening in other places. Although the Ninth District is famous in the wilderness, he has never heard of a ghost here. As for Faren himself, he is even less within the scope of a "famous person".

(It seems that you are very annoying, master)

Looking at the vigilant, sarcastic or hatred gazes that appeared from the side, Delin turned his ears and turned his head to look at Faren. When he heard Delin's words, Faren's mouth slightly raised and a smile appeared.

"This is just that they are too ignorant and do not understand the rules. Delin. Humans are creatures who can learn. I think as long as they learn the rules, they will know how to deal with the rules."

Hearing Feiron's answer, Delin screamed softly, then narrowed her eyes and lay down again.

While Faren was talking to Delin, he was also carefully looking at the isolation area in front of him. It could be seen that it was the same as the Dream City, and the demons used their strange power to change the appearance. The entire isolation area looked like the medieval towns in the movie. Of course, the materials of the houses were still somewhat different. For example... the glass horse roof seemed quite beautiful.

But soon, Feren discovered that there were still his own rules here.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. And rivers and lakes also have to be ruled by rivers and lakes. The same is true in this isolation area. As we walked along the way, Feilun quickly discovered that in addition to shops, there were many residences on both sides of the street. However, the residences were obviously not the indigenous people here. From their dress, we can see that these wasteland residents are all affiliated with an organization or force, so this is very obvious. Obviously, there are outside forces here trying to enter the dream capital, but it is not clear what they want to do.

According to Feiren's rough observation, the houses and even shops and taverns next to the street have been vaguely divided. At least from the clothing signs and weapons and equipment of the wasteland residents who are responsible for keeping watch at the door or coming and going, it is obvious that these forces should be considered to be of great reputation in this area. Even if they are not as good as the Ninth District, they should be almost the same as the Federation.

However, Faren came here not to consider these small things. He just turned his head a little, then turned around and walked towards a very luxurious mansion not far away.

When the wasteland residents who saw Feiren walking there and who were secretly following him behind him, almost all their faces changed with a "swish".

"Hey, did you see it?"

"This guy is going to the Black Hawks!"

"What do he want to do? Could it be that he is from the Black Hawk Group? Didn't see the Black Hawk's logo!"

"How dare you provoke the Black Hawks? This country bumpkin is dead!"

While whispering, the wasteland residents stopped. They originally wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to secretly follow Feilun and explore his reality. If this kid is just a guy who is not good at using it, then everyone rushed forward and killed him first. But now seeing Feilun walking towards the mansion, no one dared to continue to hit him. They didn't know Feilun, but they knew the power of the Black Hawks! And this young man and the little girl around him had been sentenced to death in their hearts by the wasteland residents here.
Chapter completed!