Tu Ling stared directly at the surging tide of corpses ahead. "Prepare for battle."
Zhang Feng's team was in a state of chaos and confusion, but fortunately, after more than ten bombings, the zombie horde was left behind for a distance.
"Qiao Mi, put on the gas, quick!!" Peng Shan opened the rear window and roared, but dared not let go of the accelerator.
Upon hearing this, Qiao Mi threw down her longsword and shouted to Xu Tuo, "I'll go cheer first, Xu Tuo, you take over."
"good."
Zhang Feng threw out another Thunderstorm Talisman, and the stench of rotting flesh filled the air, but he remained expressionless, clearly used to it.
Find the blueprints, look around, and you're at most ten kilometers from your destination. You're almost there.
As the zombie horde slowed down and the tension of the battle gradually dissipated, Xu Tuo also gradually stopped hacking and slashing. He glanced at Zhang Feng, who was looking down at the blueprints, and then quietly continued to clean up the body parts and heads in the truck bed.
Just as Zhang Feng finished determining the direction and looked up, a modified military green Jeep whizzed past on his right. He met a pair of sharp, probing black eyes. The man leaning out from the back seat had a muscular physique and a mocking look in his phoenix eyes.
"Hey buddy, where did you get all these grenades? You're rich!" Qian Yuan said, whistling.
Zhang Feng didn't answer, but simply smiled, nodded politely, and turned to join the cleaning.
"Brother Ling, this guy looks like a refined, scholarly man." Qian Yuan's gaze remained fixed on Zhang Feng, who was hunched over cleaning, a hint of amusement in his eyes. Could he be some member of the Central City who's out on a training mission?
"Kill them." Tu Ling's indifferent voice interrupted Qian Yuan's thoughts.
"Kill? What?" Qian Yuan turned his head and exclaimed in surprise.
"Kill the zombies!" Tu Ling suppressed the urge to kick someone and began hacking away at the horde of zombies that were trying to climb onto the roof of the car.
The sound of the vehicle braking was quite piercing.
Zhang Feng and Xu Tuo both stopped what they were doing and looked over, and Qiao Mi also rolled out.
“They’re from the central city,” Xu Tuo confirmed.
Those who would face the zombies and stop their vehicles to wait for them to get in are the dispatch hunters; they all belong to the central city.
'Peng Peng...'
'Bang bang...'
Gunshots rang out from behind, and the vehicles gradually drove away.
For Zhang Feng and his companions, this encounter with the zombie horde was an unforgettable experience, but it also gave them valuable training.
"Brother Zhang, how much for your bombs?" Qiao Mi asked bluntly, her gaze burning as she stared at Zhang Feng's backpack like a hungry wolf eyeing meat.
"We'll talk about it when we get back. We're almost at our destination." Zhang Feng found some clean clothes to change into, but his mind was already making plans.
He now has protective gear and supplies; what he lacks is manpower. Therefore, it is their mutual decision to temporarily reside at the largest base. As for other matters, they can discuss them later.
Qiao Mi didn't ask any more questions and went back to her carriage to change her clothes.
The entrance exam went relatively smoothly; while the results weren't perfect, they were still quite good. In the end, Yuan Zhuan was placed in Class 5, an average class. The pace of learning there was fast, but not as intense as in Classes 1 and 2.
"Zhuanzhuan, are you satisfied with Class 5, Grade 3? Once you've adapted to the pace here, Auntie will transfer you to Class 1." Yang Ailan helped Yuan Zhuan put the new textbooks she had just received into her schoolbag and picked it up.
"No, Aunt Yang, the principal also said that the pace here won't be too tight. I don't like the atmosphere in Class One." Yuan Zhuan refused.
Going to school is just to appease her family and society for now. In the future, she plans to major in archaeology or history, which is somewhat in line with her family background.
Upon reaching the school gate, Yang Ailan finally spoke about her situation, "Zhuanzhuan, your uncle's situation is very complicated. He's not in a good mental state right now, his emotions are fluctuating wildly, and he can't sleep at night. Do you see if you have any calming talismans to help him suppress his emotions?" Although the previous incident was suppressed, their foundation was still somewhat damaged, and one thread almost broke. If it weren't for her father's intervention, her lover's position would probably have been in jeopardy this time.
Although sedatives and tranquilizers can be taken for insomnia, taking them all the time is not a solution. In just one week, Xu Ran has lost a lot of weight.
Worrying is mentally taxing and extremely harmful to the body.
“I have a calming talisman here.” Yuan Zhuan’s gaze swept across Yang Ailan’s face. “Have you been to the scene of the incident?”
Just as Yang Ailan was about to take the talisman from Yuan Zhuan, she stopped in her tracks because of Yuan Zhuan's words.
Needless to say, her expression told Yuan Zhuan the truth. Her gaze fell behind Yang Ailan. "Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor. She's not the one who caused the trouble. Let's go!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Yang Ailan froze on the spot as if struck by lightning. Cold sweat instantly seeped out from her temples, and her throat was dry as she kept swallowing. "Zhuan... Zhuan Zhuan..."
Yuan Zhuan stuffed the talisman into Yang Ailan's hand, then took her arm, and the dark shadow behind her vanished on the spot.
"Aunt Yang, would it be convenient for you to take me home for a meal?" I'll see this through to the end, and besides, the couple are both good people. It's not easy for them to maintain their original intentions in their positions.
“Okay.” Yuan Zhuan’s approach instantly dispelled the chill that had suddenly surged up on her back, and Yang Ailan let out a long breath.
The antique-style study was filled with the scent of ink. After writing the last character "静" (jing, meaning quiet/still), Xu Ran put the brush into the brush-washing container.
He stood up and looked out the window. The green grass and trees reflected in his pupils, which dispelled much of the gloom in his heart.
The matter has come to an end, but it has been a devastating blow to him. As for Xu Feng, he has already sent him to Fujian Province to be strictly disciplined there. The old man's methods are enough to give that kid a hard time.
It was just a business game, but it cost four innocent lives. Although he didn't cause it, there were still many connections, and he couldn't shake the guilt.
Knock knock~
"Come in." Thinking it was just his wife returning, Xu Ran didn't turn around.
With a click, the door unlocked, and someone walked in.
"Uncle Xu." A child's innocent voice broke the silence.
Xu Ran seemed to have been provoked and suddenly turned around.
It's Yuan Zhuan!
His lips moved, but he didn't know what to say. Yuan Zhuan was alone; his wife hadn't come in.
"Sit." The word was squeezed out.
"Pei Jingjing, what do you want to say to him?" Yuan Zhuan asked, looking towards the north side of the study without sitting down.
With a 'clatter,' the pen-washing holder was swept to the ground, and Xu Ran's facial expression twisted as he stood there stunned.
“Pei Jingjing said that her whole family knows you have nothing to do with this. They came here because they have no one else to turn to. She knows you are a good person. Although you didn’t do it, you played a key role. So, she hopes you can take her and her husband to see Qu Bo. Once they see him, they will forgive you.” Yuan Zhuan recited the story with great care.
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