After crossing half the street, they stopped in front of an even more dilapidated residence.
The walls of this residence were mottled and covered with vines and moss, the gate half-open, seemingly ready to collapse at any moment.
A wooden sign was crookedly nailed to the wall, barely recognizable with rough handwriting that read—
[Dinger Kajuna's Repair Workshop]
Luo Yan squinted slightly, curiously examining the sign and the courtyard behind it that resembled a junkyard.
Nominally, this seemed to be a place for repairing machinery, but judging by the patched clothes hanging in the courtyard, it looked more like a temporary welfare institution.
As for why he knew this, it was because Priest Geoffrey's Temple in Elm Street had a similar feel—he grew up in Hell's welfare agency.
Holy City had similar places too.
Only this one was probably private.
Just as he was looking around with interest, suddenly two children in ragged clothes rushed out from the courtyard.
