"I don't have any medicine, but I can help you with this precious disposable card, but you have to give me your card and pills in exchange," the injured woman's ex-boyfriend said quickly, eager to get rid of someone else before he could, and proactively took out a card.

The woman completely ignored him, staring intently at Cheng Shuang. Cheng Shuang, in turn, paid no attention to the man's thoughts. She scratched her face and said truthfully, "I have a milk tablet that works like a large dose of sleeping pills. It can make people fall asleep quickly and they won't wake up no matter what."

"I want it!" The man in the back seat suddenly screamed. His eyes turned bloodshot, his head was covered in cold sweat, and his hands were trembling uncontrollably. He took out the card and pills, reached over the back of the seat, and stuffed them directly into Cheng Shuang's arms, without accepting or refusing them at all.

Cheng Shuang thought for a moment and handed the milk tablets to him.

The man took the milk tablet, his face contorted in a grimace that resembled both crying and a forced smile. After swallowing the tablet, he immediately tossed a card at himself.

The white, air-bag-like thing expanded and contracted rapidly, enveloping him completely like a mummy, without even a gap showing.

The man lacked the courage to solve his own problems, but his method was a kind of benevolence before his death.

Cheng Shuang put away the card and pills on her lap without looking at them closely. She simply watched the woman silently, waiting for her decision.

A hooded man in front of the woman spoke up. His voice, hidden behind his mask, sounded slightly immature and weak. "I have a gun and a bow. Do you want them? I need white pills and red pills."

The man's gloves were covered in blood, and on the ground lay a lump of flesh surrounded by black molten worms. He must have dug that piece of flesh out the instant the worms burrowed into the back of his hand, but because he hadn't had any healing pills, the bleeding hadn't stopped.

The woman turned her head to the side, glanced at the man's injury, and said coldly, "Fine!"

As she finished speaking, the 'mummy' gradually closed its eyes and fell into a deep, snoring sleep.

The woman exchanged what she needed and resolutely got off the bus.

Cheng Shuang watched her figure gradually disappear into the light mist, pursed her lips, and almost the instant the car drove away, a loud bang was heard.

The little girl hurriedly turned around. Even though she had witnessed the death of many lives, she had never felt such a strange sense of guilt before.

She quickly shook off this inexplicable negative emotion. Everyone has their own path to choose, and since unrelated bystanders have chosen not to interfere, all her sorrow is nothing more than a self-indulgent sentimentality and a hypocritical emotional outburst.

Cheng Shuang hugged the teddy bear, trying her best to become more resilient.

Driving with a wide-brimmed hat, and with the ticket seller's silent confirmation, he drove along two brightly colored solid lines toward the food street.

In the distance, on the barren and desolate land, the first thing that catches the eye is a colorful Ferris wheel.

As the bus drew closer, the noise and music spread over. The molluscs inside the carriage had completely disappeared. The 'mummy' was still of unknown fate, but it did not follow the same path as the others, and instead snored peacefully.

When the bus stopped at the designated parking lot, the group peered out the window. Dozens of dilapidated buses were parked in the parking spaces. Some of them were in even worse condition than theirs, with broken windows and the interior of the bus having been breached, turning them into veritable tents.

The fate of the passengers inside is unknown, but judging from the bloodstains in the carriage, their chances of survival are slim.

The ticket seller held up a sign: Please go to the points redemption area to select your payment method.

The outer perimeter of the food street is equally flashy, with fences made of ordinary plastic material. But it has to be said that this is the safest and most lively place we've been to.

The ticket seller skillfully held up a second sign: Enter as soon as possible, as dust will rise every half hour to reach the outer edge of the food street.

Dust?

That fog?

The maintenance workers were picked up by bus as soon as they entered the land of death, so they did not experience the difference between fog and dust. Perhaps the dust in this place is gray rather than yellow.

Oh, by the way, the monster ate all the loess.

The group had formed a bond through traveling together, and before parting ways, they exchanged codenames. In case the maintainers who entered the food street earlier had already formed their own small teams, it would be difficult for them to integrate later. It would be better for them to be in the same car and to know each other's fighting styles, which would give them more peace of mind.

The girl in the white dress with jet-black eyes is named Big White. Her skills are related to yarn; she can weave weapons or tools that can be materialized in just a few seconds.

The cowboy youth, named Ah Le, can whistle to create a protective shield—though it's just a shield made of saliva, a slightly automatic ability that isolates others. If he whistles a military tune, he unleashes an attack like a thousand troops, but this ability only lasts for a few minutes.

The two men with water and electricity skills are named Electricity and Water. Water's skills are very special. He can make water-related cards, such as water arrows, water streams, and ice spikes, and store them in cards for use at any time.

The injured woman's ex-boyfriend, who calls himself Ah B, has a skill called bubble gum. Unlike Ah Le's, his bubble gum acts like a small cannon, hitting the target every time with high accuracy, but he needs to constantly replenish the bubble gum as a medium.

The hooded man with the flesh cut off the back of his hand is actually a twenty-year-old boy named Xiao Qi.

Upon hearing his title, everyone simultaneously thought of one thing: given his age, he must be the seventh person at his rest stop, so there must be about seven people at his stop.

Xiao Qi's skills rely on recording equipment; he wears a simple brooch-shaped recorder pinned to his chest. He rarely uses his skills on the road, mostly relying on a shield card with defensive capabilities that can deflect attacks. He is also one of the people who kills the fewest monsters.

The two have never taken off their hats, the taller one is called Dahai, and his skills seem to be very diverse, yet no one has been able to figure him out yet.

The other short man barely contributed anything throughout, relying entirely on the taller man for protection. He was quite proud when introducing himself, and his voice, muffled and hoarse under his mask, made it impossible to tell if he was male or female: "Just call me Lao Gong!"

Everyone... Haha!

Without offering any explanation, Lao Gong stepped down, revealing the female tourist who was leaning against the carriage, still on the verge of death, yet resilient enough to survive.

The woman managed a weak smile. Blood from her thigh had already dripped onto her shoes. She tried her best to show her pretty profile, her eyelashes fluttering innocently and pitifully. But any man who had witnessed her tearing off flesh from her leg without uttering a sound would probably not think of her as a simple, weak, innocent flower. She was more like a man-eating flower.

"My name is Xiangrong, please take care of me."

She looked disheveled, her hair soaked with sweat and plastered to her face. Although her features weren't particularly beautiful, she had a very feminine charm.

Even though she barely survived thanks to the protection of others, Cheng Shuang didn't feel that she disliked her.

Who isn't struggling to survive?