Right now, there are only ordinary people riding in military vehicles and a few people following in their own cars.
"Is someone injured?" Xunmi sensed something was off about the smell in the air.
Song Ziqian was puzzled. He had checked when he got on the bus, and no one was injured.
Xunmi frowned, realizing that someone must be hiding their injury, probably afraid of being abandoned.
"Find it, we must find it." If the problem suddenly becomes serious, it won't be good for anyone.
Song Ziqian had no doubts about Xunmi's words and immediately gave orders to have someone investigate who was injured.
Ye Mingye's gaze remained fixed on the car Song Ziqian had driven earlier, his eyes filled with an inscrutable expression.
Ling Chen is a carefree person; this matter has nothing to do with him, and he is not one to be soft-hearted.
I ran briskly to the side, unloaded the pots and pans from the car, set them up, and waited to find a place to cook.
They didn't put these things into their spatial storage in the morning, fearing they might encounter some trouble.
Fortunately, the sports car I found had a lot of space in the back. I put three large bags in, and then put all these things in, and there was still room to spare.
"Nothing was found." Song Ziqian had confirmed that all the people had been examined, but no wounds were found.
His expression turned somewhat cold. Since Miss Ming was saying it, it must not be baseless.
I could clearly sense the fluctuations in the airflow in the space; it was somewhat turbulent and had an unpleasant smell.
She guessed this was a sign of impending zombification, but she herself now resembled a hunting dog, ugh...
With an incredibly keen sense of smell, he chuckled and touched his nose, following the strongest scent.
Ye Mingye stayed by Xunmi's side the whole time, and followed her to the black car.
"Is someone here?" Xunmi looked into the open car but didn't see anyone, which she found strange.
But the smell was definitely coming from here, and it seemed to be getting stronger.
Song Ziqian was also puzzled: "My assistant was in the same car as me. I didn't see him get out of the car just now. He should still be inside."
"Could it be..." she said, opening the car door, but there was nothing inside.
Searching eyes turned slightly cold; had this person run away?
Ye Mingye pointed to the area under the car, and the others understood.
He stepped back, seeking to activate his wood-based superpower, and the vines silently slithered under the car.
They tangled the car, quickly moved it to the other side, and successfully exposed the man lying on the car.
One of his hands had begun to rot, his eyes were bloodshot, and veins were bulging on his face.
His mouth was clenched tightly, as if he was enduring something.
His other, still-intact hand held a pistol, pointing it at his temple.
He seemed ready to end his life at any moment, with a somewhat righteous air about him.
Unfortunately, the searcher turned a blind eye to this.
If he had truly decided to commit suicide to avoid implicating others, why would he have waited until now to do this?
They should have informed their captain as soon as they discovered they had been scratched or that their bodies were starting to change.
While soldiers' duties may not exist in this apocalyptic world, they are not meant to be used for such a show.
Upon seeing this scene, Song Ziqian's eyes filled with sorrow, and the gun in his hand trembled.
This is his assistant who has been with him for several years, sigh.
"Do you want to live?" Xunmi suddenly asked, those three simple words sounding like an alluring poison.
The listener's eyes widened, and the longing on their face clearly showed that he wanted to live.
Xunmi couldn't help but scoff: "Hypocritical."
As if possessing its own consciousness, the vines knew that their owner disliked the man and quickly bound him up like a dumpling.
"A woman named Mingmei will be here soon. She has healing abilities, but whether she can save you is another matter."
"Then it depends on your luck." He clapped his hands and pulled Ye Mingye around.
After taking a couple of steps, he seemed to remember something, turned his head, and continued speaking.
"Of course, whether she has the ability to cure you is entirely up to luck."
Mingmei is probably only at level one at most right now, but it's not impossible that this bug might give her the strength of level two or three.
Isn't the female lead always treated favorably and incredibly powerful?
Song Ziqian stood there for a long time before finally choosing to head in the direction he was looking for.
When he heard about healing-type ability users, a thought struck him.
Is humanity saved, no longer having to face this cruel apocalypse?
But Ming's subsequent words made him realize that this idea was too naive.
"I know why you came, but I'm not entirely sure either."
"We met them last night in a small mountain village. They were following behind us, so they should be arriving soon."
"Go ask her yourself. By the way, you'd better not mention the Ming family or say that you have any connection with me."
"That might make you less popular, after all, she's my old man's illegitimate daughter who was kicked out of the house."
He lazily uttered meaningless words, but his downcast eyes were full of malice.
It's worth noting that in the original novel, Song Ziqian greatly admired Mingmei.
Later, it became her powerful backer. With the protection of the two giants of the Dawn Base, she could do whatever she wanted.
She was happy to cause trouble for the female lead who harbored strong hostility towards her.
Song Ziqian opened his mouth, but didn't know what he wanted to say.
Xunmi ignored him and started cooking on the makeshift stove that Lingchen had set up.
Soon, the sound of the car engine slowly began to rise.
A black SUV came into view and drove straight over after recognizing the soldiers.
Yu Wenbo's expression improved considerably; with soldiers around, their journey would be safer.
Although Xunmi and Ye Mingye killed the zombie flower earlier, they were stopped by a small group of zombies not long after they left.
It took a lot of effort to get away, and then I couldn't see anyone in front of me anymore.
Fortunately, there's only one highway.
"Sir, good evening. May we come with you?"
Yu Wenbo quickly got out of the car and found Song Ziqian, who was wearing a military uniform with several stars on his shoulders.
With a fawning smile, she offered him the essential token of friendship: a cigarette, deftly trying to slip it to him.
Song Ziqian hated this kind of thing the most. His eyes flashed, he pushed away the outstretched hand, and his tone was cold.
"Just drive behind and ignore everything else." I thought that was a good idea, but...
Having his pride refuted, Yu Wenbo's expression stiffened for a moment.
After adjusting himself, he wasn't satisfied with just that. With a change of heart, he immediately set his sights on Mingmei.
"Sir, look, there are two frail girls in our team."
"One of them is a rare healing-type ability user; our strength is not very high."
"If I were to get injured by accident, wouldn't that be a huge loss?"
The words were phrased tactfully, but to Song Ziqian, it sounded like they were practically saying, "You're protecting us."