The mechanical vehicle sped along, with Bubu Wang sitting in the back seat, his dog muzzle somewhat swollen. Mogro, his entire body embedded with alloy armor plates, was driving. Clearly, the former leader of the Flame Skull Gang no longer trusted Bubu Wang's driving skills, much less any "black technology" autopilot.
Su Xiao, sitting in the passenger seat, picked up the "Compass" from beneath the windshield. This thing was a compass combined with a weather-prediction device.
After some preliminary inquiries, Su Xiao learned that Mogro's weapon was a biological firearm. He excelled at mid-range combat and possessed tremendous firepower, but the bullets of that biological firearm were unusual. Mogro had to consume his vitality and flesh to form them.
Apart from his mid-range combat ability, Mogro possessed another powerful ability. Due to his nature as an Undead, the cells in his body would gradually become "undeadified," so he had to frequently shed the undead cells inside him.
Mogro had developed a detection ability from this defect, but he did not say how effective it was.
"How long will it take to reach 'there'?"
Su Xiao looked at the Compass in his hand, whose outer ring was slowly rotating. This meant it was going to rain—and heavily.
"At least six days."
Mogro's voice rang out, metallic and muffled. He was silent and taciturn most of the time.
"Six days..."
Su Xiao closed the Compass's protective cover and looked at the gradually darkening sky. The torrential rain would begin within a few hours at most.
For the past few days, Su Xiao had constantly felt as though he was being watched. At first, that feeling had been very close, but as more and more hunters gathered at Shelter No. 9, the sensation of surveillance had become intermittent.
Su Xiao naturally would not