The next day, as the convoy traveled down the road, Chu Sheng woke up in his large bed.
After his modifications, the bedroom had four doors.
There was one in each direction: front, back, left, and right.
The front door led to the cab, the doors on either side connected to the vehicle's side doors, and the back door led to the cargo compartment.
The front door stood open now, revealing Butcher driving the Netherworld Light behind the Off-Road Vehicle ahead.
The cab was small, with seats on either side and a space about two meters wide between them.
Only the seats on either side offered a view through the windshield. The glass in front of the central aisle was already blocked by red scales and the vehicle's skeletal frame.
Chu Sheng sat up, picked up the Red-and-White Bone Bow beside his bed, and walked into the cab. He sat in the passenger seat and studied Butcher.
Butcher looked different now.
Previously, he had gone bare-chested, wearing only a pair of baggy shorts. Now he wore an off-white tank top.
At the moment, Butcher was driving with a hissing cat head clutched in his left hand and his right hand on the steering wheel. Eight tentacles behind him clung to the seat with their suckers.
Yes, Butcher had gotten even stranger-looking.
Before the Apocalypse, an ordinary person would have lost sanity just looking at him.
His hands were a cat paw and a dog paw, his feet were chicken claws, and his skin was blue-green. Zombie fangs protruded from his mouth, and eight octopus tentacles swayed behind him. With that blue-green face and those fangs, he looked utterly vicious. He held a snarling cat head in his left hand, and even with his right hand on the wheel, he still