Dry City, Danger!!!

Meanwhile, Su Wuming was about to follow the tunnel to a transfer area outside the city where it split into several passageways.

Because the flashlight's beam was limited, he could not make out what was inside until he got closer.

The instant he approached, countless scarlet eyes ahead suddenly opened, completely overwhelming the beam from Su Wuming's flashlight.

Then his grip slipped, and the flashlight fell straight to the ground.

Gulp~~

Su Wuming swallowed with difficulty and said, "Hi~ good evening~ You guys keep sleeping, pretend I don't exist~"

Su Wuming tried communicating with them in a foreign language, but the only response he got was the collective sound of Demon Beasts swallowing.

Yet every Demon Beast seemed to be doing its utmost to suppress its instincts, not rashly pouncing on Su Wuming.

"You don't even understand bird language? Then there's nothing to talk about~ One last question: dare to fight me one-on-one?"

Seeing that the Demon Beasts gave no response and merely continued swallowing, Su Wuming—

—decided to tempt fate. He poked his head forward and quickly scanned the surroundings.

One look nearly made Su Wuming's heart leap out of his chest.

Had he stumbled into a Demon Beast nest? A huge area here had been hollowed out, and there were not only the tunnel he had come through, but six others just like it.

"Gentlebeasts, may I ask if you're hibernating?"

ROAR!!!

A tremendously heavy beast roar answered Su Wuming, echoing back and forth through the nearly enclosed space.

As soon as the roar sounded, several nearby Nunu Beasts immediately lunged at Su Wuming's head.

"Rubber Escape!!!"

Su Wuming's feet instantly left the ground as he began snapping back. More than a dozen Nunu Beasts pounced on empty air at once. When they looked up, the human from before had already vanished.

Then that beast roar rang out again. Every Nunu Beast in the tunnel instantly went berserk, charging madly toward the passage ahead.

At the same time, Lin Pangpang, who was running this way, heard the first beast roar as well.

Before he could react, Su Wuming's arm began retracting at high speed.

"Su..."

He had just started to call out when Su Wuming's figure flashed past him. The last two syllables came out as a questioning shout.

"Wuming?"

"Holy crap! Take me with you!" Lin Pangpang reacted astonishingly fast this time.

The moment he spoke, an arm landed on his shoulder.

Then a burst of agony shot through his shoulder, and he was sent flying backward like a rocket.

The phone he had been holding for illumination lingered in midair for about a second before falling.

As he snapped back, Su Wuming calculated the distance. The instant he neared the endpoint, he released the steel pipe in his right hand and used [Rubber Balloon], catching Lin Pangpang in one smooth motion.

"Damn, wasn't that even faster than high-speed rail?" Lin Pangpang still had not recovered from that dizzying rush and could not help exclaiming.

"Forget the damn high-speed rail. Hurry up and get the dean and the kids out of here!"

Su Wuming had no time to listen to praise. Countless Demon Beasts were chasing after them.

The sheer number was enough to make one despair. It was beyond anything he could have imagined. Just those pairs of scarlet eyes had already been branded into his mind.

"The dean took the children and left first. They went down New Forest Road. Let's catch up with them; I'll explain on the way."

After they left the orphanage, Lin Pangpang quickly explained what had happened in the class group chat. Combining that with what Su Wuming had just seen, the two fell silent.

People had already begun emerging onto the streets and fleeing toward the southern part of the city.

Because Spirit Martial Practitioners were stationed within the city and worked with snowplows, the snow on the main roads was not too deep—around twenty centimeters.

Unlike outside the city, where in just one week it had piled up more than ten meters high, making it ideal for Snow Demons to hide themselves.

It seemed as if something was controlling the snowfall from behind the scenes. Most of the snow in the city had been blown in by the wind.

Then Lin Pangpang's sharp eyes suddenly spotted several familiar figures in the crowd.

"Wait, aren't those Guard Team members? Why are they running?"

Su Wuming looked in the direction Lin Pangpang pointed and saw two Guard Team members forcibly requisitioning a snowmobile.

The owner was an ordinary middle-aged man. The Guard Team members did not bother discussing it with him. At the slightest disagreement, they yanked him off the vehicle and tossed him aside.

The man tried to step forward and argue, but the Guard Team member in the back seat conjured a ball of flame in his palm out of thin air, frightening the man into repeatedly backing away.

"You... you... As Spirit Martial Practitioners, and members of the Guard Team at that, is this how you protect us taxpayers?"

"Hehe, sir, you've got it wrong. This is called preserving our living strength so we can avenge you later."

"Stop wasting words on him. Move!" the member in the back urged impatiently.

"How can Guard Team members act like this?" Lin Pangpang deeply disapproved of that behavior.

Su Wuming said nothing beside him, merely quickening his pace slightly as he followed them.

Lin Pangpang had actually wanted Su Wuming to help, but seeing no reaction from him, the words caught in his throat and ultimately went unsaid.

The two of them were only Black Iron Rank weaklings. Those people were Guard Team members, after all. They could not beat them.

In truth, Lin Pangpang thought far too highly of these Guard Team members.

When the Guard Team had first been established, perhaps its overall combat strength had been high. But later, all sorts of connections had stuffed people into it, leaving its quality wildly uneven.

It had completely become the Spirit Martial Practitioner world's iron rice bowl. People joined just to collect a paycheck, wore uniforms to enjoy ordinary people's admiration, and found some confidence in themselves.

After turning a corner one after the other, Lin Pangpang realized they had gone the wrong way. Just as he was about to point it out, Su Wuming, who was running ahead, suddenly stretched out both arms and grabbed the streetlamp poles on either side of the road, his body rapidly pulling backward.

"Wait, Wuming, what are you doing? This is the wrong direction. The dean and the others are over there."

"Let me get us a ride first~" As soon as he finished speaking, Su Wuming instantly shot away.

Lin Pangpang only heard a burst of screams in the distance. Before long, the sound of a snowmobile engine came first, followed by Su Wuming riding the middle-aged man's snowmobile toward him.

"Nice, I knew you couldn't stand those two either. That man is still over there. Come on, let's return his vehicle."

"Get on."

"Coming~" Lin Pangpang said with a grin as he climbed on.

The snowmobile started, but instead of heading back toward the man, it drove toward the dean and the others.

"Wuming, you went the wrong way."

"No, I didn't."

"You did. That man is behind us."

"I know. But the dean and the children are ahead of us."

"You..."

"Pangpang, first, I took this vehicle from the Guard Team members, not that man. Second, do you think the two of us, plus Grandma Dean and more than a dozen children, can make it to the Safe Zone? If you had to choose between saving one person and saving more than a dozen, which would you choose?"

After hearing that, Lin Pangpang suddenly felt that Su Wuming seemed a little unfamiliar. But Su Wuming was doing it for the dean and those children, so Lin Pangpang found himself speechless.

As they passed a hardware store, Su Wuming stopped.

He got off and walked over, violently breaking through the door. Before long, he emerged carrying a length of iron chain, casually taking both door panels off as well.

Under Lin Pangpang's puzzled gaze, Su Wuming quickly used the iron chain to fasten the two door panels to the snowmobile.

"Wuming, do you think Dry City is going to be finished this time?"

"I don't know, and I don't care. As long as we're still here, that's enough."

"You... You've become a little... a little... a little cold-blooded today."

"Maybe I got frozen that way. This damn weather is too damn cold."

After saying that, Su Wuming added silently, After all... I read plenty of apocalypse novels before I transmigrated. This is pretty much the same.

And Pangpang, people like you wouldn't survive two chapters in an apocalypse novel. Good thing you ran into me.