◎The face suddenly came closer◎
"Ah?" Rong Xiao obviously didn't understand and looked stunned.
Yan Jue smiled mysteriously below, indicating that no matter what they felt later, they should not be nervous, because it was just Ling Xuting's special ability.
Ling Xuting's special ability?
Ling Xi and Shangguan Huai have already started to move in.
They had never seen what Ling Xuting's special abilities looked like, and originally thought that neither he nor Long Qingyu had any special abilities.
"Oh... OK, I want to try it."
Only after getting Rong Xiao's consent did Ling Xuting close his eyes. When he opened them again, his eyes were only white with a faint silver light floating in them.
Rong Xiao, who was standing on a high place, suddenly felt a huge change in her vision. She...she could actually see many scenes that seemed to be on the side and beyond her sight.
Human ladders were piled up in several places, and the zombies could climb over the wall at any time.
It turns out... this is Ling Xuting's special ability!
He can share the images seen by other people's eyes into Rong Xiao's brain.
This way, she can control a larger area at the same time.
Yan Jue, who was standing opposite him, had already started attacking without any hesitation. Countless metals were picked up by a tornado, spinning and floating in the air. Suddenly, they slammed into the heads of the zombies like crazy, knocking them all over the place until they were motionless.
The man in a short-sleeved shirt across the community saw the two people competing, clicked his tongue and wanted to join in. Suddenly, a broken mug flew up from the ground and shook in front of his eyes, as if shaking his head.
The short-sleeved man folded his arms, glanced in Rong Xiao's direction, and compromised impatiently: "Okay, okay, this is your competition, I won't participate."
The mug seemed satisfied with his answer. It turned around and landed on the windowsill. The conspicuous logo on it was a cute smiling face.
The situation outside the community is breathtaking.
Yan Jue controlled metals of all sizes to search for targets. The sky was full of reflective objects flying around, and no one dared to move.
Even men in short sleeves didn’t dare to go out, fearing they might be accidentally injured.
He couldn't participate in the competition and didn't know Yan Jue, so he could only lean on the window to cheer for Rong Xiao.
This behavior is crazy just to think about.
Who are these two guys? They actually compete by killing zombies, which is really exciting.
Rong Xiao's ability has been upgraded a lot. Instead of using metal, she aimed at the broken glass on the ground, picked out large and sharp pieces, and transferred them all to the side of the zombie's head. Then she used telekinesis to move their positions, creating a brief shooting phenomenon.
Just using two superpowers continuously made Rong Xiao feel obviously tired.
It seemed that no matter how many zombies she mowed down with her knife or how easily she did, the gaps in her stamina would become apparent the moment she used her powers.
Rong Xiao took advantage of the break to sneak a peek at what was happening over there with Yan Jue.
The dense figures were stacked layer upon layer, and the metal almost had the effect of bullets, killing most of the zombies trying to climb.
Even... Rong Xiao felt that Yan Jue was no longer killable and seemed to want to move his greedy claws towards him.
Rong Xiao didn't want to admit defeat.
There is one last point on the progress bar. If you can win this game, you will definitely be able to open a new reward box!
Sensing that there was metal approaching, Rong Xiao narrowed his eyes and took advantage of the moment when Yan Jue was distracted to take over the metal floating in the air and cut a piece of grass in a flash.
Even though his physical fatigue was becoming more and more obvious, Rong Xiao tried his best to hold on. He only slowed down a little after he eliminated all the zombies within Ling Xuting's sight range.
Once he found something he could climb, Rong Xiao would immediately stand up and move the glass.
"It seems like there are no more," Yan Jue spread his hands and walked down from the cart. "Xiao Xiao, how many did you kill?"
Rong Xiao counted on his fingers for a while, unsure whether it was 148 or 149. After thinking it over, he decided to round it up: "150!"
"Little girl," someone across the street called out to Rong Xiao, "There's more here."
Although he didn't know what benefit killing zombies would bring to Rong Xiao, the man in short sleeves thought she liked it and enthusiastically pointed to the alley next to the shop where he was.
There were three zombies staggering and spinning there, moving slowly, like robots with malfunctioning systems.
Rong Xiao's eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light, and the glass on the ground disappeared instantly. The next second...
Fell inside the alley entrance.
Uh oh.
The distance was too far, completely beyond Rong Xiao's control.
But I have already spent so much energy, it would be too miserable if I still lose!
Rong Xiao didn't want to admit defeat. The feeling of not wanting to admit defeat made her brain slightly hot, and her blood seemed to flow faster than ever. The surroundings became quiet, and within her sight were the last three zombies wandering in the alley.
"Three, just these three."
The lips were muttering something without making any sound, and something seemed to flash in Rong Xiao's eyes. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew up in the dark night, so strong that it seemed to blow people away.
The flimsy billboard at the top of the building shook and suddenly collapsed with a loud crash, burying the three zombies below.
Rong Xiao looked back. Huh? The progress bar was already full and then cleared to zero?!
She beat Yan Jue!
"Xiaoxiao, come down quickly, you've already won," Yan Jue smiled and waved at her from below, holding up a bag of delicious-looking food, as if tempting her to come to him quickly, "I only killed 145."
The joy of victory made Rong Xiao very happy. The sudden coolness in the night wind reminded her of the little details that she had previously overlooked.
The other feeling that suddenly emerged just now, is it a new superpower?
The situation outside the street finally settled down.
Long Qingyu and Tian Yichuan, who were already in position outside, were "transported" back by Shangguan Yu. As soon as they landed, Long Qingyu approached Kong Jiaming and said, "I just saw someone wandering around nearby, seemingly collecting the other black boxes."
He Qing looked hesitant in the crowd, but finally stood up and said, "This group of people probably did this because of me. I will leave here."
"Why?"
"It's a long story, but I shouldn't reveal too much."
Kong Jiaming nodded and didn't ask any more questions. Now that things have come to this, there is no point blaming anyone. Fortunately, the community was finally saved, and... it became even stronger than before.
"Brother Jiaming, there's someone outside...someone's coming," someone shouted on the wall, "a living person, not a zombie."
Kong Jiaming stood on a high place and saw the short-sleeved man leading people over. After a moment of silence, he gave the order: "Open the door."
"Brother Jiaming?"
"He helped Rong Xiao before, and he also helped me and Uncle Wen Zhen."
The young man had nothing to say, so he climbed down from the cart and timidly opened the door.
The short-sleeved man and several of his men walked carelessly into the base, looking disdainful: "It's just so-so. We can just grow some vegetables and raise some chickens. Nothing special. We're too lazy to even rob them."
"Excuse me, what can I do for you?" Kong Jiaming asked politely.
Without waiting for the short-sleeved man to reply, Rong Xiao greeted him familiarly: "We'll be able to plant apple trees here soon!!"
"Huh? Apple tree?" The man in short sleeves frowned.
Rong Xiao took out the core he had carefully collected earlier and spread out his palm: "Plant it now, and you will definitely have a chance to eat it in the future."
"I'm not interested in apple trees. By the way, who of you made the bomb before? Stand up!" The man in short sleeves crossed his arms and asked fiercely.
"You vulgar person, apples are so good," Yan Jue deliberately raised his voice to confront the short-sleeved man, and then handed Rong Xiao a bag of food with a smile, "Xiao Xiao, I just like apple trees."
"I like it too," Rong Xiao responded without hesitation. It seemed as if he could make any topic, no matter how boring, interesting when talking to her. "This is the apple you gave me before. I want to plant its offspring."
Listening to the description with special logic, Yan Jue smiled, but it was not a strange mockery in the conversation.
He took the apple seed from Rong Xiao's hand, buried it in some soil nearby, and pointed at it as if teasing a child: "When it grows up, we'll come back and pick it."
"good!!"
The man in short sleeves frowned as he watched, unable to understand how he could communicate with someone like Rong Xiao.
When they came to their senses, Kong Jiaming and other people in the community looked wary, as if an indelible sense of tension still lingered among these ordinary people without special powers because of the sudden visit of these strangers.
"That's right, why are you asking about the bomb?" Now that the apple tree was found, Rong Xiao began to focus his attention on the man in the short-sleeved shirt.
Finally getting attention, the short-sleeved man straightened his chest and folded his arms: "I want to talk, maybe we can make a deal."
"Deal? What deal?"
"You teach us how to make bombs, and we can provide protection for your base." The man in short sleeves said it confidently, as if he felt that this absolutely attractive proposal was impossible to refuse.
But Kong Jiaming almost didn't think twice before shaking his head decisively: "No, this thing can cause great harm and influence. I won't give it to anyone casually." Seeing the man's bad face, he added, "This is not as simple as making a toy. If there is a mistake, the maker and even the people around him will suffer immeasurable consequences."
"You mean, we are all idiots and will definitely mess up?" The man in the short-sleeved shirt folded his hands and looked at him fiercely.
Kong Jiaming was not willing to be outdone and glared back without giving in. In the end, the man in short sleeves showed weakness first.
He cleared his throat and said awkwardly, "Okay, this kind of thing isn't something that everyone can make. However, you can trade with us after you've finished it."
"Brother Jiaming, this group of people robbed us before," Zhu Shuo emphasized in a low voice beside him, "near Kabo Plaza."
"What? Afraid we'll take your bombs and use them against you?" The short-sleeved man snorted scornfully. "We don't need you to provide us with a lot of bombs. We'll just come to you to 'purchase' more if needed. The quantity is negotiable, and you can also propose the conditions for the supplies. We'll find something to exchange with you."
"Is there such a good thing?" Uncle Wen Zhen was unmoved. "We don't need to make a deal with others."
"Hey?" The short-sleeved man stood up fiercely, the muscles on his back forming a ravine. "You don't want to give me face, right?"
"Don't be so fierce, you'll scare people," Rong Xiao, who had been listening, tugged at the short-sleeved man's clothes and whispered, "Talk things over nicely. If you look like a bad guy, there's no way we can talk."
"What do you mean by 'looks like'? To me, he is!" Zhu Shuo next to him emphasized unhappily.
The man in short sleeves frowned, looking like he was about to get angry.
Zhu Shuo, equally unhappy, glared at him provocatively. The two exchanged blank stares, and after a few seconds of stalemate, the man in the short-sleeved shirt suddenly turned his gaze to Kong Jiaming next to him, his tone becoming much more conciliatory. "Excuse me, if I really wanted to mess with your community, I wouldn't have waited until now. It was your people who fell into our trap before..."
"You seem so confident in doing bad things." Rong Xiao clapped his hands beside him, his tone amazed.
The man in the short-sleeved shirt, as if his disguise had been exposed, took a deep breath and said irritably, "Alright, alright, we were wrong. In the end times, sometimes there's nothing we can do. We won't do it again in the future." He waved his hand and aggressively asked Kong Jiaming for his opinion again, "If we can cooperate a little, we will protect your community from now on."
Zhu Shuo was about to refuse, but Kong Jiaming raised his hand and said, "Let's discuss this matter in more detail."
When he heard that there was something to talk about, the man in short sleeves became eager to try, and there was even a smile on his face.
The people in the base sat down in a mess, and some simply fell to the ground near the zombies. Even the fear in their bones could not overcome the physical fatigue.
After clearing away and burning the zombie corpses, everyone quietly restored the community to its original order.
Kong Jiaming didn't seem to be too averse to the psychics in the base, and he even discussed the situation regarding the gate with Yan Jue and Bei Ran. Yan Jue promised to reinforce and raise the gate with metal before leaving, so that the wall would not be easily blown open even by an explosion.
The vacant lot was cleaned up, except for some messy debris and bloodstains. The people in the community even replanted the vegetables that had been pulled out before.
As dusk approached, a bonfire was lit in the open space outside, and potatoes, sweet potatoes and marinated chicken nuggets were placed on the table next to it.
Zhu Shuo said that this was specially arranged for them by Kong Jiaming as a thank you for all they have contributed to the community.
Later, Kong Jiaming, who had taken care of the community renovation affairs, came with Uncle Wen Zhen. They even brought some wine. Xiaoyan was holding a large can of orange juice and followed them obediently, looking around as if looking for someone.
After finally spotting Rong Xiao in the crowd, Xiao Yan quickly ran up to her and grabbed her coat: "Sister..."
"Hello," Rong Xiao squatted down. Xiao Yan carefully placed the juice on the ground and embraced him tightly with open arms. "Thank you, sister, for saving grandpa. Oh, and thank you, sister, for saving everyone! I also want to be as powerful as you in the future."
"You're already amazing," Rong Xiao stared at the large can of juice eagerly. "You're amazing that you can lift such a heavy can of juice!"
Xiaoyan giggled, pulled Rongxiao to the campfire, and handed her the skewered food.
The man in short sleeves who was about to leave was also kept by Kong Jiaming.
He sat on a small bench a little uncomfortably. When he saw Rong Xiao coming, he hurriedly raised his hand to greet him, but was suddenly caught by a gaze.
In a corner not far away, Yan Jue, who had just finished talking with Uncle Wen Zhen, walked over. His eyes were almost instantly locked on the man in the short-sleeved shirt, like two rays of light.
Uncle Wen Zhen felt that the aura was not right, but he couldn't tell why. He just saw Yan Jue beside him suddenly speed up, and pulled Rong Xiao, who was about to sit next to the man in short sleeves, to sit next to him, and also let Ling Xi sit at the other end. The two of them were on the left and the right, completely blocking the space next to Rong Xiao.
The man in short sleeves opened his mouth, sighed awkwardly, and smiled awkwardly while holding his wine glass.
The neighborhood becomes more and more lively after nightfall.
The patrolmen were still carrying out their daily work in an orderly manner. Most of the others who did not need to stand guard had returned to their homes. There were not many people in the square, but the dancing flames filled the place with an unprecedented atmosphere of joy.
Kong Jiaming filled a glass of wine, stood up, and toasted Yan Jue with gratitude.
After drinking the white wine, Yan Jue frowned and looked in Ling Xuting's direction helplessly.
Ling Xuting spread his hands, helpless about it, because it was him that others had to respect.
Kong Jiaming and others saluted in turn, and finally stood in front of Rong Xiao.
Rong Xiao, who was drinking juice, looked at the liquor in their hands with curiosity. He dipped his finger in it, took a sip, and immediately frowned: "Wow, this is so hard to drink."
"Haha, it's not so hard to drink after a glass of wine," Zhu Shuo joked. "It's cold, and drinking wine will warm you up."
Rong Xiao was persuaded. After a moment's hesitation, he was about to take the glass of wine that no one had drunk before, but a hand came across and snatched the glass away: "Don't drink it."
"Why?" Rong Xiao, whose curiosity was aroused, was a little frustrated.
Yan Jue glanced at the group of bad guys: "It tastes just as bad if you drink it in big gulps. Is there any difference between drinking orange juice in big gulps and taking small sips?"
"No."
"So..."
"Do you like this?" Rong Xiao pointed at the wine in his hand. "If you like it, I'll give it to you."
Before Yan Jue could speak, Zhu Shuo, Kong Jiaming and others beside him raised their glasses with sincere gratitude, waiting for his response before expressing their gratitude.
Stared at by several eyes full of gratitude and expectation, Yan Jue took a deep breath, frowned, and drank the glass of wine in one gulp.
Rong Xiaozheng picked up a baked potato, peeled it and handed it to him: "Here, it's baked."
As soon as his palm touched it, Yan Jue immediately threw the potato into the air and teleported a spoon to catch it.
So hot!!
What are Rong Xiao’s hands made of? How could they not feel the heat?
The hot mist floated in the air for a long time before Yan Jue could finally start eating. Even the way he ate the baked potatoes looked elegant.
"Would you like some juice?" Rong Xiao had already eaten a whole hot potato before him and handed Yan Jue a drink.
But when she turned around, she found that the man next to her was different from usual.
Her skin was very white in the night, as if she had not been exposed to the sun much all year round, but her cheeks had a noticeable blush, perhaps due to the night wind or because they were too delicate.
His eyes, which usually seemed bright and lively, now looked dull and glazed.
Rong Xiao tilted his head to look at Yan Juehui and stuffed the juice into his hand: "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"
Yan Jue felt his cheeks burning hot due to the alcohol, and he could tell how red they were without even touching them.
He shook his head and was about to say something when a worried face suddenly came over.
In his sight, the light-colored but exceptionally lustrous lips were right in front of him, and the dark eyes were almost overlapping with his.
The slightly hot forehead was covered by a cool and soft touch, and Rong Xiao's voice was almost the same as his: "Do you have a fever? It's a little hot. How about I ask Sister Xi to get some medicine..."
Yan Jue's whole body was tense, as if he was frozen by some strange feeling. He carefully controlled his breathing, as if he was afraid of disturbing everything in front of him.
However, before Rong Xiao could finish her words, she suddenly retreated and a hand appeared on her hat.
"Xiaoxiao, what are you doing!!!" Lingxi was startled, still holding Rongxiao's shoulders tightly in her hands.
It would have been fine if he hadn't shouted, but once he shouted everyone looked over and misunderstood what had just happened.
Rong Xiao looked around in confusion, and suddenly raised his hand to touch Yan Jue's forehead: "Yan Jue seems unwell, I'm testing whether he has a fever."
Ah...so that's how it is.
Ling Xi's hand trembled and she loosened it, pretending to be nonchalant and concerned about Yan Jue: "Do you need medicine?"
"It's okay, I'm probably just drunk." Yan Jue quickly regained his composure and calmly dealt with it.
Bei Ran was also particularly out of shape, with only one piece of information in his mind: Yan Jue was not feeling well.
He immediately went to Nie Fuxi to ask about the medicine for the wine, and prepared everything for Yan Jue. He would glare at anyone who dared to persuade him to drink.
It was already dark after everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, and Kong Jiaming prepared accommodation for everyone.
None of the outsiders here planned to stay, so the man in short sleeves took his people away and said he would come back another day to discuss cooperation.
Yan Jue and Long Qingyu also planned to set off at dawn the next day.
While drinking just now, Long Qingyu and Ling Xuting sat together and discussed matters related to the Yidong City Safety Zone.
After discussing, the two captains decided to set off together for Yidong City.
Since we all have the same goal, it is safer to travel together.
In order to track down the black box, Ling Xuting and his team also got a car, so there was no problem in traveling.
The community is peaceful and quiet without the threat of zombies. The occasional footsteps passing by are gentle, as if they are the sound of overtime workers returning home late at night. It is easy to forget that the doomsday has been coming for a long time.
Rong Xiao fell into a dream as soon as she lay down. There was no one in the cafe, so she took advantage of the free time and quickly went to the video game store.
The game console was still on as she thought. She walked in and opened the interface, and found that there was indeed a "+1" hanging on the supernatural power interface.
Telekinesis has risen to level 6, teleportation has reached level 4, and as for that new superpower... wow, it's quite special, just one word, wind.
Could the new ability be the ability to control the wind?
At present, as for the first level, the operation is not skilled enough and can only produce the effects of blowing wind or strong wind.
Rong Xiao thought about it carefully. Maybe when her level increased, she would be able to transform the wind into wind blades as weapons, just like a certain base boss did before. Then she could save a weapon when killing zombies in the future.
While checking on the others, Rong Xiao discovered that Tian Yichuang and Ling Xi had both been upgraded, and Shangguan Yu and Shangguan Huai were on the verge of upgrading, and should be able to upgrade again soon.
After I finished looking up what I wanted to know and was about to go out, I turned around and saw a figure swaying outside the video game store.
Rong Xiao suddenly became alert and walked outside carefully through the automatic door. The person he saw was not someone else, but Teacher Mosaic.
"Why are you here?" Teacher Mosaic looked past her and towards the video game store behind her.
The lighted game console inside was too conspicuous. Teacher Mosaic saw the light at a glance and walked straight in.
A strange desire to verify something suddenly popped up in Rong Xiao's mind, and he curiously tried to delve into it. Teacher Mosaic stood in front of the machine and fiddled with it for a long time, but the interface remained motionless and there was no change.
"Are you... playing games?" Mr. Mosaic tapped the button and fiddled with the game controller. His eyes seemed to be observing the screen, but there was no surprise in his tone.
Rong Xiao pointed deliberately and asked him, "Want to play?"
"It's all broken," Mr. Mosaic clicked a few more buttons, his tone not joking, "Only the screen is on, but the interface is completely inoperable."
Rong Xiao, who was standing not far away, clearly saw that when Mr. Mosaic was turning the dial, the interface was clearly reading the changes, but he seemed... unable to see it.
Although Mr. Mosaic was standing in front of the game console, the system did not read his identity. It was as if he was a mysterious existence with hidden merits and fame, and did not arouse any ripples of suspicion in Mr. Mosaic.
There was only Rong Xiao in this dream world before, but later Teacher Mosaic joined.
After that, no third person appeared.
Rong Xiao couldn't use other people to test the waters.
At present, it seems that this game console can only read information from her, and Teacher Mosaic cannot even see the changes on the game console's display screen.
Everything seemed to be secretly encrypted, and only she had access rights.
"No need for class..." Mr. Mosaic seemed to have no interest in the game console and changed the subject, "How about going somewhere else?"
"Okay." Rong Xiao nodded expectantly.
This was the first time in a long time that she and Teacher Mosaic went for a stroll.
Since the day they met, Rong Xiao seemed to have never left the cafe. Everything after falling asleep revolved around Teacher Mosaic and the designated location that never changed.
The sky was dark, like the sky at dusk.
There were no street lights or any extra lights. The entire city was shrouded in a hazy vision, and the darkness seemed to be flowing with mysterious and rich ink.
Rong Xiao had some bad thoughts just now.
When the system scanned her, it immediately read her name and information. She had originally wanted to use this to try and see if she could find out the name of Mosaic Teacher.
After all... the more he looked in the dream, the more he looked like Yan Jue, but he himself seemed to have hardly noticed it.
Walking in front without saying a word, Mosaic teacher seemed to be a little off tonight. He spoke very little and poked his head with his hands from time to time. He looked like he was in a low mood.
"Teacher Mosaic, what's wrong with you?" Rong Xiao quickened his pace, poked his head out from behind, and deliberately moved his face closer to him.
No matter how close I get, I still can't see the face clearly. The blurred boundaries are like a filter that has not been removed and is not affected by distance.
"It's okay." After walking unsteadily for a while, Teacher Mosaic suddenly stopped, raised his hand to hold the street lamp beside him, and said nothing.
"Why do you look like you're drunk? Go sit over there?" Pointing to a dark shop nearby, Rong Xiao's eyes were without light, as dark as a black hole that sucks people in.
Teacher Mosaic glanced at the "black shop" beside him, paused, shook his head and said, "No, I'll just sit here."
"Oh..." Rong Xiao was not shy at all. She found a step on the side of the road and sat down to accompany him.
In the past, they always seemed to have endless things to talk about in the coffee shop, but today, the two of them sat for a long time each, and it was so quiet that it seemed like a ghost was passing by.
Finally, Rong Xiao couldn't help but ask, "How did you know I was in the video game store just now?"
“It just feels like you’re there, and just walking around, I really find you.”
"Huh? You mean, you can feel where I am?"
"I'm not your navigator."
“…” Rong Xiao was suddenly speechless.
If you think about it carefully, Mr. Mosaic and Yan Jue really have a lot in common.
Yan Jue is like a toy in the hands of a magician, always appearing inadvertently, as if he knows someone is waiting for him.
Teacher Mosaic always seemed to know what she was thinking. Even if some things were never made clear, it did not affect Rong Xiao's ability to sense that something special.
"I have something to do for more than a month, so I may not show up every day." Teacher Mosaic dragged his head, his tone was sick, and his voice was lower than usual.
"Ah? Are you going to do something?"
"Well, something very important, probably saving the universe."
Rong Xiao heard a joking tone in his words, but he was in no mood to laugh. He placed his hands on his knees, tilted his head and looked at him seriously: "Will you come to see me when you're done with your work?"
"Of course."
"If I wasn't so busy, I would..."
"OK."
"You agreed before I even finished speaking. Are you lying to me?" Rong Xiao looked aggrieved.
Teacher Mosaic was stunned for a moment, then said calmly, "Of course I'm not lying to you. I promised you what I said, and I'll keep it."
"Then... okay." Rong Xiao nodded without asking any extra questions.
But when I glanced at this city, an unconcealable loneliness quietly arose.
I slept very soundly that night, or perhaps it should be said that every night was like this for Rong Xiao.
When they opened their eyes in the morning, breakfast was already ready. For the first time, they did not keep watch. Instead, they locked and barricaded the door, and everyone slept comfortably until the next day.
When we said goodbye, all the people in the community came to the gate. They were so huge and dense, like a farewell team for a star.
Zhu Shuo also stuffed some food into their mouths. Kong Jiaming said he had no gifts to give, so he gave Lingxi two bombs he had made himself, asking her to put them in the space for safety, and also taught her how to use them.
"Brother, I'm afraid this is really the last time we'll meet," Zhu Shuo said, smiling as he grabbed Long Qingyu's sturdy shoulders and shook them vigorously. "If there's a chance in the future... I hope we can sit down and drink together again."
"Yes, there will be that day."
Everyone's faces were no longer tense, and they no longer avoided them as if they were monsters and demons like when they first arrived.
They huddled together and waved to the departing figures until they saw them out of the community gate.
As soon as they stepped out, the two teams got on the bus separately.
Yan Jue sat in the driver's seat, tapping his fingers on the car window. The office building not far away was clanging and banging as if it was being dismantled by an invisible giant hand. Countless metals were sucked together and automatically flew towards the direction of the wall, raising the wall of the community by three meters.
In the car in front, Rong Xiao leaned against the window and looked curiously. The shaky concrete exterior wall that he had seen crumbling countless times had been completely covered with metal. It no longer looked as easy to conquer as before.
The walls of residential communities nowadays give off a warning that no one is allowed to enter, just by looking at them with the naked eye.
Such a wall is definitely not something that ordinary people can build!
The two cars drove out of the city, one in front and one behind, following the map, and got on the highway. However, there were more cars than people on the highway, so Yan Jue's car moved to the front and they led the way.
Yan Jue was responsible for clearing obstacles, and he used his supernatural powers to move away all the cars blocking the road.
Rong Xiao, who was becoming more and more playful, also tried to use his supernatural power to move the vehicle. He was able to move it, but he could not lift it up and keep it hanging in the air for a long time.
But being able to lift the car briefly is enough to show how terrifying the changes in Rong Xiao's supernatural powers are.
Ling Xi and Tian Yichuang applauded in the car, and sighed that Rong Xiao had made great progress. It wouldn't be long before he could make the truck spin in the sky.
Rong Xiao, who was originally a little depressed, was also coaxed into being happy by them.
Although we said we were doing a group activity, we still ate separately at lunch. There was no excessive interference between the teams. We were just fellow travelers traveling together.
With Yan Jue and Rong Xiao around, the road conditions became better and better. After entering the suburbs, they headed towards increasingly remote places.
There is a mountain on the left and a cliff on the right. Occasionally, you will come across one or two cars parked on the side, and there is usually a howling zombie locked in the driver's seat.
However, after driving away from the city, the number of zombies is indeed much less than before. Sometimes you have to drive several kilometers before encountering a few of them, and they are moving very slowly. It is obvious that they have mutated for a long time.
Around dusk, the sky darkened quickly, the light became increasingly dim, and a layer of increasingly thick fog floated in the air.
The desolate and gloomy atmosphere of the wild mountains and wilderness became more and more creepy.
Rong Xiao had never been to such a place before, so he leaned on the car window and admired the scenery along the way. Ling Xi was already a little carsick due to the winding mountain road, so after taking some medicine, she fell asleep hugging the pillow.
"Why did they stop?" Yan Jue and his group, who were driving in front and leading the way, turned on the brake lights at the rear of their car.
Long Qingyu pulled the car to the side of the road, stuck his head out and looked ahead, only to find that the road had been blocked by collapsed rocks, and the distance of the collapse must have been quite large.
It looks like it has been collapsed for some time.
After getting out of the car and discussing with the car in front, Long Qingyu came back five minutes later and signaled them to pack up all their things and continue walking to find a safe place to rest for the night.
There is a risk of landslides in this area, and sleeping in a car is also quite dangerous.
According to the map, if you walk a few kilometers further, you will come to a forest, away from the mountain wall, where you can find a suitable place to spend the night.
A group of people got off the car. Even though the weather was bad, the presence of more people and the yang energy of the living people made this desolate wilderness become much more lively.
After it gets completely dark, all we have to do is rely on the overhead lights to provide light.
But Long Qingyu and others don’t have to worry about charging. With Wei Feng, the power bank, their power will never run out.
After walking for a long time, there were constant sounds of insects chirping and rustling in the bushes. The more Ling Xi looked, the more creepy she felt. There were things in this world that were as scary as zombies, although she had never seen them before.
They finally found an open space with a cliff on the left and bushes on the right. Several tents could be set up at both ends, which was perfect for them to sleep in.
There aren't many people around here, and even fewer zombies. After discussing, everyone decided to leave one person on guard every two hours at night so that everyone else can get a full night's sleep.
The three girls fit into one big tent, and the rest of the people were divided into groups according to the night watch. Those who did not need to keep watch all lived in one tent.
It's late at night.
The howling of the wind in the wilderness sounded like the cry of a ghost in the middle of the night.
Lingxi listened to the even breathing sounds on both sides and tossed and turned for a long time before falling asleep.
She woke up early in the morning, staring at the two dark circles under her eyes and opened the tent -
The situation before her made her stunned.
What a thick fog.
The field of vision seemed like a fairyland shrouded in mist. It was difficult to distinguish east from west or north beyond two meters, let alone east, south, west and north.
There was no sun and the weather was gloomy. When the fog drifted, the distinct layers of thickness were particularly obvious.
But apart from that, the whole forest exudes a mysterious and strange atmosphere.
"We'll continue our journey after breakfast."
Both teams sped up, trying to cover more distance during the day.
After crossing this hill, they may have to find a car to continue their journey. There are still many things to do and a final stretch of the journey waiting for them.
Putting the bread in his mouth, Rong Xiao tried to use his wind power to blow away the mist...
It seems that the degree of control she can currently exert is not as strong as when she used it in the community before.
After the thick fog visible to the naked eye was blown away, it was soon replaced by another fog that came from nowhere.
All of them seemed to be surrounded by a thick fog.
"Follow closely, don't get lost."
The two teams continued forward according to the map, one in front and one behind.
Rong Xiao didn’t know if it was an illusion, but he felt that the fog seemed to be getting thicker and thicker, and sometimes he couldn’t even see the back of the person in front of him clearly.
The thick fog that punched holes in front and behind the figure in front made the back, which was clearly only an arm's length away, seem far away.
Rong Xiao suddenly thought of something, turned her head and looked behind her, wanting to ask Ling Xi to give her a bottle of water.
Who knew that when I turned around, there was nothing behind me, not a single person.
wrong.
Lingxi and the Shangguan brothers should be walking behind her!
A long-lost sense of crisis surged up, making Rong Xiao's senses ready for battle in an instant.
Wait until she
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