Rebirth: I Became a Maggot 2

Chapter 118 The Station of Farewell

Fortunately, nothing happened along the way. It seems I was overthinking it. Led by Xiao Hei, we arrived at a vegetable market.

The market at night was filled with a strange smell that made me feel like vomiting. Maybe it was because the atmosphere was too tense during the day, or maybe the smell was just too unpleasant, which made me feel very uncomfortable.

When they arrived at the market, Xiao Hei walked towards a pile of garbage, and then a large number of flies swarmed up.

There was a lot of uncleaned offal and garbage inside, and Xiao Hei went straight in and started eating.

Upon our arrival, the other flies immediately came out to greet us.

Some asked if I wanted to stay at the hotel, some asked if I wanted to stay overnight, and some asked if I needed any services.

Holy crap, I feel like I've walked into a nightclub in Dongguan. This is completely beyond my comprehension.

They have food and drink, so why are they doing this? What's the reason for this?

The flies that came with me were quite annoyed and chased away the flies that came looking for business.

They led us and rushed towards the town.

Having finally been rescued, I quickly chased away the swarm of flies and headed to town.

Besides, I still need to find the station.

After we came out, I asked, puzzled, "Where are you going? Wasn't there a dragon just now?"

"What? Those are all local products. We want to find the ones from out of town; that's what's really exciting," the fly in front said longingly.

"From out of town? Why look for someone from out of town? How come someone from out of town would come?" I asked, quite puzzled.

"We came by bus, and we caught the last bus before it left. By the way, weren't you not going? How did you get on board?" the fly asked curiously.

"Are you going to the station?" I asked excitedly.

I was initially planning to just follow them out, but now it seems I made the right choice; this way, I can get to the station.

It saves me the time of searching for the station myself.

"Yeah, so you're going to the station? You said you weren't into this kind of thing, but it seems you know a thing or two." The fly in front of him said in a rather lewd manner.

"I..." I really didn't know what to say.

“Brother, we understand you, we all understand, just follow us.” The fly in front said in a tone as if they were all kindred spirits.

What else can I say? All I can do now is smile bitterly and keep following behind.

Actually, I have another big question I don't understand: if there's food and drink, how can this industry exist?

So I humbly asked, "How do you trade when you go to a one-stop shop?"

"What do you mean, how do we trade?" the fly asked, quite puzzled.

"So how does the transaction work? You offer a one-stop service, do you have to pay me?" I asked, puzzled.

"Give me money? What's money?" the fly asked, puzzled.

"..." I don't know what to say.

We really don't have anything in common. Since we can't talk to each other, I'm too lazy to say anything. I'll just go and see what happens.

Soon we arrived at a makeshift bus station. How makeshift was it? It was just a small shop selling tickets, and there was a bus parked there. The driver had probably gone to eat, so there was no driver on the bus.

However, the station was almost full of passengers, so it seemed that this small town was just a stopover, with a stay of only ten minutes or so.

What are these flies doing in just over ten minutes? And are there flies on that car?

But reality immediately answered my question. When we arrived, there were some female flies waiting by the door, as if they were waiting for us.

When the flies around me saw the female flies, they flew towards them like a gust of wind.

Then he rushed into the car, and I think I don't need to explain what he did there.

I couldn't help but smile wryly, but no matter what, we finally found a car. As long as we got on this car, we would be one step closer to success.

However, I don't want to get on the bus so early right now; what's happening on the bus right now is really not suitable for me to get on.

Also, the driver hasn't arrived yet, so there's nothing we can do if we go up there.

So I'd rather wait here for a bit, since I'm not in a hurry anyway.

But just a minute later, maybe less than a minute, the flies that had gone in started flying out one after another.

Holy crap, that was fast! They're out already? What were they even looking at inside? This...this was way too fast!

My jaw nearly dropped in astonishment; I honestly had no idea how this made sense.

Are flies really that fast? What's going on here?

As I stared at them in surprise, the flies slowly flew towards me.

"Are you... done?" I asked, puzzled.

"All done," the fly said matter-of-factly, showing no sign of any embarrassment.

"How was it? Was it good?" I asked cautiously.

"Not bad, not bad at all," the fly said smugly.

I'm so frustrated. They rushed all this way just for a few seconds, a real few seconds! I'm speechless.

And this is where those female flies are very reluctant to say goodbye to the flies around me by the door frame; they're practically waving their hands.

And the flies around me were also reluctant to say goodbye, like a train station where we were leaving. Before I could even say a few words, my tears were already flowing freely.

From then on, I became fascinated with that train station.

How many times have I gazed there, mesmerized?

The scene of parting always repeats itself.

You almost broke your hand.

When will the train take you back?

I wait here longingly.

I don't care where you are.

Please take good care of yourself.

Holy crap, I was just saying it was like a train station for parting when suddenly the little shop started playing music.

This little shop is interesting; why did it suddenly start playing music?

I looked toward the source of the music and saw several old women coming out, now holding a radio and starting to dance.

My goodness, shouldn't it be "Little Apple" and "Free Flying"? Since when have other stations become your repertoire?

Why would you jump in a parking lot? Aren't you afraid of cars coming and going?

I was feeling quite annoyed and complaining to myself, wondering if square dancing has become popular now.

Ignoring the inexplicable music, I looked at the farewell flies with great annoyance. What on earth was all this?

One fly said to us quite excitedly, "I really feel sorry for those flies."

"What do you mean? Why is it difficult?" I was completely baffled.

"Oh, you don't know, these days city people eat organic vegetables and fish fed with birth control pills, and even the chickens and ducks are raised on hormones," the fly said sadly, shaking its head.

The way you're talking makes it sound like the city is dangerous, but I'm asking about your business. What does it have to do with the people in the city?