Chapter 244 Oh no, there's an ambush!

[Ding! Congratulations, host, on completing the covert mission in Ping City!]

[Rewards: 1 Space Spirit Spring (Note: Cures illness, strengthens the body...), 3 Permanent Strength Pills, 3 Clarity Pills... Already stored in the space!]

Lu Nange's fingertips unconsciously traced the shape of her teacup: [Spiritual Spring? Could this be the equipment 'Youyou' brought back for me?]

Thinking of Youyou, Lu Nange kept pondering the plot of the original book. What had she overlooked? —Who was manipulating all of this? What exactly was this so-called "erasure"? ...

"Nan Nan?" Lu Xici waved his hand in front of her eyes: "The car lights are installed. Your brother Yanzhou asked if we want to leave now?"

He pointed to the sky: "Anyway, the sun isn't coming out, so it doesn't make any difference to us whether it's morning or evening."

Lu Nange nodded and looked around at everyone: "Has everyone rested well?"

After receiving a wave of positive responses.

Gu Qi, holding a teacup, interjected, "Although He Zhuo's 'prophetic' skills are maxed out, he's right about one thing—the prolonged lack of sunlight, coupled with zombies, animal mutations, and resource shortages, will drive people insane soon. That means wherever we go, the probability of encountering danger will only increase."

"Let's look at it from a different perspective." Lu Xici distributed the sliced ​​watermelon to everyone: "We used to be nocturnal, never seeing the sun, but at least it's cooler now."

Chi Yanzhou gazed at the dark sky: "If the sun doesn't appear for a long time... the temperature will probably continue to drop."

"Brother Yanzhou is right to worry. Extreme cold is very likely to occur after the polar night," Lu Nange said calmly.

Lu Xici: "That's definitely not something we can delay; we need to get back to Beijing before the temperature drops."

He Zhuo sprang to his feet with a somersault: "The melon in my hand suddenly isn't sweet anymore. Let's go, let's go, I don't want to freeze to death on the way."

The planned two-day rest ended early, and we embarked on our journey again.

Beijing City.

The crystal chandelier illuminated the living room as bright as day, but it couldn't dispel the shadows in the corners.

The man's long, slender fingers lightly tapped the mahogany armrest: "I thought there were new toys, but it turns out the troublemakers are still the same old troublemakers... They're as noisy as ever."

He suddenly chuckled softly, "However... the ending was already predetermined. A few more grasshoppers hopping around are actually more interesting."

A bird crashed into the glass with a thud, and blood slowly slid down the bulletproof glass.

......

The highway under the polar night looks like a black ribbon, with only two headlights stubbornly tearing through the darkness, like fireflies floating in nothingness.

It's too quiet.

There were no zombie roars, no trace of mutated animals; the unusual silence was all the more unsettling.

Lu Nange sat in the passenger seat of the RV, her mental energy continuously spreading around the vehicle.

"Three hundred meters ahead, twelve vehicles, forty or fifty people, no, fifty or sixty people, or even more?" She abruptly pressed the walkie-talkie: "All personnel on alert, there's an ambush."

"Charge straight there!" Chi Yanzhou's voice came through the walkie-talkie.

Before the words were even finished—"Boom!"

Blinding flames tore through the darkness as several bombs hurtled in, trailing fiery tails.

Lu Nange leaned out from the passenger seat, her long hair dancing wildly in the heat, and with a wave of her hand, three wind blades slashed out in a fan shape.

"squeak--"

Both cars braked suddenly at the same time, and their tires scraped against the road, leaving trails of blue smoke.

The moment the wind blade collided with the bomb, the shockwave distorted the surrounding air.

The rebounding explosives crashed into the dry forest, and a fiery serpent shot up ten meters high, turning the entire grove into a giant torch.

The heat wave hit the windshield, casting varying shades of light and shadow on everyone's faces.

He Zhuo clutched his wildly pounding heart: "Damn it, if it weren't for Mei Bao, if those bombs had hit us, we'd all be roasted skewers by now!"

"Damn it, what the hell! How did they manage to dodge that!" someone in the ambush shouted. "They have superhumans! Go tell the boss!"

Blinding searchlights shone down, and forty or fifty armed men blocked the road.

A deceitful announcement blared from the loudspeaker: "Leave your RV and supplies, and we'll let you leave!"

Another voice whispered, "We can't let them go; they're at least some kind of meat!"

The man with the megaphone turned and cursed, "Idiot, shut up!" then switched to a hypocritical tone: "Three!"

"Two!" he deliberately dragged out the sound.

"If you don't come down, we'll—"