bestfiction Chapter 33 Successors
Chapter 33 Successors
Wang Hu was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed at having his money back.
"Our vehicle can't move!" came the school bus driver's voice over the convoy's communication system.
"Transfer the supplies to the buses, all of you get on the buses!" Fu Xiaojian ordered without hesitation.
"Inspect all vehicles now. Abandon all vehicles that are totaled and put them on buses!" A sinister look flashed in Fu Xiaojian's eyes. This time, they had really messed up. The chain-reaction car accident had not only injured everyone, but the vehicles were probably even more badly damaged.
As expected, apart from the school bus, Wang Hu and Yan Feifei's cars all broke down, and their Mengshi and pickup trucks all suffered varying degrees of damage.
However, the convoy dared not linger, as no one knew if there was another eerie creature here capable of wreaking havoc.
Only Xu Si's "Land Rover narrowly won" was intact in the entire convoy, which can only be attributed to luck. If he had been in front of the other cars, he would probably have been crushed into a "Land Rover biscuit" by now.
It's only because the Warrior and the Pickup were sturdy enough that their fate wouldn't have been much better than those wrecked vehicles.
Even now, thinking back on it, Xu Si still feels lingering fear.
As a spiritualist, Xiao Luo was the first to notice the anomaly and was not affected by it.
If I wasn't affected, it should be thanks to Brother Tongzi.
This was extremely dangerous.
These strange occurrences are all incredibly bizarre; if you're not careful, you could easily end up in a dangerous situation.
The convoy completed the transfer of personnel and supplies in a subdued silence.
The broken-down vehicles were ruthlessly abandoned in the junkyard, like new tombstones.
Xu Si wanted to go down and scavenge for car parts, but the convoy was moving forward urgently, and he also needed to keep watch with Xing Tong, so he couldn't delay the convoy's progress.
Fu Xiaojian's Warrior truck had some deformation at the front, but the power was intact, and it was still driving at the front.
Then came the bus, followed by the pickup truck, and then Xu Si's "Land Rover narrowly wins".
The team has shrunk by nearly half.
The losses were considerable; not only were two personal transportation vehicles and a school bus lost, but more importantly, morale was severely damaged.
The fear of self-destruction is more chilling than facing a powerful and eerie force.
"Brother Dao..." came Xiao Luo's weak voice from the side.
Xu Si turned his head and saw that Xiao Luo's face was pale and his forehead was covered in cold sweat. It was obvious that using "Spiritual Energy Surge" had greatly exhausted him.
"How are you?" Xu Si slowed down the car and took a bottle of water from the storage compartment and handed it to him.
Xiao Luo took the water, forced a sip, and said in a trembling voice, "N-nothing, just a little dizzy. Brother Dao, what was that weird thing just now...?"
"A treacherous thing, something that specifically affects people's minds." Xu Si glanced at the rearview mirror to make sure there was nothing unusual behind him.
"Your abilities are just right to counter it, otherwise we would be in big trouble today."
Xiao Luo leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and gasped for breath: "I... I'm still too weak. If only I could be a little stronger..."
Xu Si didn't reply, but he was thinking about the 1000 purification points he had just obtained.
Adding the previous 800, you now have a total of 1800 points, which is enough to upgrade the Sequence Enhancement Potion.
He's too weak right now.
"Attention! Attention! The convoy must leave the congestion area immediately and maintain its current speed! Be vigilant!"
The convoy struggled forward in a tense atmosphere, its tires screeching as they crushed broken glass and twisted metal.
Finally, thanks to the tireless and forceful clearing efforts of Tashan and Susu, the area ahead opened up, and the graveyard of abandoned vehicles was left behind.
Without pausing, Fu Xiaojian roared the engine of his Warrior convoy, propelling the much-decreased convoy away from this nightmarish place.
After driving for several dozen kilometers and confirming that there were no strange pursuers behind him, Fu Xiaojian stopped on a relatively open high ground with a good view.
The vehicles formed a circle again, but this circle was much smaller and more spacious.
"Check for casualties, inventory supplies, and perform basic vehicle repairs! Su Su, Ta Shan, maintain perimeter security! Xiao Luo, can you hold on?" Fu Xiaojian's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible fatigue, but remained steady.
"Okay," came Xiao Luo's voice from the walkie-talkie.
Xu Si parked his Land Rover, narrowly escaped, and got out of the car.
Instead of participating in the busy cleanup, he walked to a slightly higher earthen slope and scanned the way he had come and his surroundings with his starry eyes.
The experience he had just gone through made his heart clench; that invisible force that manipulated people's minds was more difficult to guard against than any physical anomaly.
His gaze fell on the center of the camp.
The survivors silently carried the few remaining supplies off the bus, their faces showing bewilderment and fear after surviving the ordeal.
Wang Hu sat on a rock, holding his still unconscious daughter, his eyes vacant.
Yan Feifei's movements as she got out of the car were mechanical and weak.
The losses were enormous; almost everyone except Xu Si was injured.
Two ordinary people lost their lives in the chaos just now.
One was a bus driver, and the other was a young man on a school bus.
The school bus and two cars were completely totaled, and the Mengshi and pickup truck also needed repairs.
More importantly, after that infighting, the trust between people has been severely damaged.
The convoy rested in deathly silence, the stench of blood mixed with the smell of gasoline and dust weighing heavily on everyone's hearts.
Fu Xiaojian stood in the center of the crowd, a fresh bruise on his forehead, left from the chaos just now.
His gaze swept over the still-shaken faces, carrying a forced weariness and an undeniable determination.
"Everyone, I know we have suffered heavy losses this time. We have lost our comrades, our vehicles, and even our homes, but we are still alive!" Fu Xiaojian's voice echoed across the open high ground. He did not use a megaphone but chose to face the person directly.
"As long as we are alive, there is hope. What just happened was no one's fault; it was a disaster we all faced! It was terror inflicted upon us by some strange force!"
If we choose to concede, doubt and fear will destroy us more than any strange phenomenon!
"None of us know who will be the next to die. It could be you, it could be me, it could be everyone!"
"But even in my last second, I will choose to stand tall, not to cower in fear!"
Fu Xiaojian's words rekindled the light in many numb eyes! They had finally managed to survive until now, how could they give up so easily?
"Our ancestors persevered in those circumstances, are you going to disgrace them?! I'll be the first to look down on you!" Fu Xiaojian had completely lost his young master demeanor and was more like a brute, a follower of the cause.
This is why Xu Si can't be the team leader.
He might inspire himself, but he would never inspire others.
This kind of leadership quality doesn't come easily from just talking about it.
His words finally awakened everyone; their eyes gradually brightened, and some began to set up tents and prepare food.
Tashan started digging a grave nearby. They hadn't had the means to do so before, but now they chose not to settle.