That Guy Was No Good!

After helping Captain Hui get a Sacrificial Item, the convoy traveled smoothly for four days.

Along the way, Chu Sheng was like a homeless scavenger, inspecting any vehicles they happened to find by the roadside and removing some of their parts.

Over those four days, the bed of his pickup had filled with all sorts of parts, aside from a few supplies.

As for the food, he had moved it all to the back seat and the front passenger seat, filling those up too.

His pickup had no anti-theft measures. If someone stole something from the truck bed while he wasn't paying attention, he would have no way to find the thief.

Although he felt that ever since he killed the woman who had tried to steal his food, no one dared steal from him anymore.

Still, there were no guarantees.

Besides, those dried goods weren't really suited to being kept in the truck bed. They were dried goods, after all. If it suddenly rained, they would be ruined.

In just a few days, their convoy had replenished its supplies twice. Although the survivors didn't have as much food as the Sequence Adepts, they could make theirs last a month or so if they rationed it.

So under Captain Hui's leadership, the convoy moved at a leisurely pace. They had no intention of gathering more supplies or food, focusing only on avoiding the Anomalies along the way.

At noon, the convoy stopped at a highway rest area.

Another convoy was already there.

The two convoys had met!

"Is this the other convoy the captain mentioned?" Zhu Qing moved closer to Chu Sheng and asked quietly.

"Who knows?" Chu Sheng shrugged, but his hand unconsciously rested on the Cat-Slaughtering Knife at his waist, ready to draw it at any moment.

"The captain told us so far in advance that we'd run into a convoy. It should be this one."

Captain Hui had told them earlier that they would encounter another convoy soon. The timing was uncertain-anywhere from a few days to two weeks-but now they had finally met!

The other convoy seemed to have been at the rest area for most of the day. Unlike Captain Hui, they didn't have the Eight Trigrams Sequence to give them advance warning. At the sight of Chu Sheng and the others, they all stood up and watched them warily.

They were all human, and even the last embers of humanity, but humans loved nothing more than killing their own kind.

Besides, no one knew whether the other side had lost its humanity after half a year of the apocalypse.

For a moment, the atmosphere between the two convoys grew tense.

Looking at the three clean people on the other side, Chu Sheng had a guess.

Their convoy probably had only three Sequence Adepts. In the apocalypse, only Sequence Adepts with relatively plentiful supplies had the time to keep themselves presentable.

The other survivors were all disheveled. Even not smelling bad was already an achievement.

Take the survivors in the opposing convoy, for example. By Chu Sheng's rough estimate, there were a little over two hundred of them, about as many as in his own convoy.

But almost all of them were filthy. Chu Sheng could even see that some of the women's hair was matted.

Clearly, they hadn't come across anywhere with plentiful water.

Everyone in both convoys, survivors and Sequence Adepts alike, watched the other side warily.

As though he hadn't noticed the tension, Captain Hui took a few steps forward and said, "There's no need to be so wary. We're all human, and fate brought us together. Why don't we hold a trading session?"

As he expressed his goodwill, the three somewhat cleaner people in the other convoy exchanged looks. Then a rather frail-looking young woman stepped forward.

"What do you want to trade?"

She was still somewhat wary.

In the apocalypse, people with supernatural abilities could be identified by their appearance. They had only three Sequence Adepts, while the convoy before them appeared to have four.

Old Man Li had been drinking and was still sobering up in the vehicle, so he hadn't gotten out.

Sometimes Chu Sheng felt that sooner or later, Old Man Li would drink himself to death in this apocalypse.

"Just talking about what we want to trade won't do much good. Why don't we each bring out things we don't need, or things we'd like to trade, and barter?"

Captain Hui spoke with a smile.

"No one loses out, and no one gets the better of anyone."

Hearing this, the young woman lowered her head in thought for a moment, then nodded. "All right!"

"The wind told me you aren't bad people."

"I trust you!" As she spoke, she sneaked a glance at Chu Sheng.

Having reached an agreement, both sides went to prepare their goods for trading.

However, they put a little more distance between themselves.

The survivors from both convoys also gathered together and began trading.

This was also when the survivors learned about the other convoy.

They would ask about conditions in the other convoy, and if it sounded good enough, some survivors would switch over.

Some survivors also exchanged information, asking what those in the other convoy knew about Sequences and the Anomalies.

That was how Chu Sheng had learned some information about Sequences before.

Captain Hui gathered Chu Sheng and the others together and said, "According to my divinations, the people in the other convoy are kindhearted. If you want to trade, or take a liking to something they have, just trade normally."

At that, he paused and turned his gaze toward Chu Sheng, who wore an honest expression. Captain Hui's own expression grew a little strange.

"Especially you. Don't stir up trouble!"

"That girl already knows you're no good."

Chu Sheng: "???"

"What do you mean, I'm no good?"

He pointed at himself, his scarlet eyes filled with disbelief. Through the blood-red world he saw, he glanced at the people around him.

"I'm such an honest guy! I've never even killed a chicken! How am I no good?!"

"Heh." An Xi gave him a scornful look, shook her head, and walked away.

Everyone present knew exactly what kind of person Chu Sheng was.

Sequence Adepts had countless abilities, and their Sequences varied as well. There was nothing strange about the other side knowing that Chu Sheng was no good.

Not far away, the young woman who had spoken to Captain Hui earlier cast a discreet glance at Chu Sheng, then said, "Uncle Zhou, Hao Ran, just trade normally, but keep your guard up around that guy with the white hair and red eyes."

"Gentle Breeze told me there's a devil living in his heart."

"Understood." The rather burly middle-aged man nodded and looked toward Chu Sheng.

The young man called Hao Ran did the same.

Chu Sheng sensed the two wary gazes the instant they looked his way.

Chu Sheng: "."

Heaven was his witness-he really hadn't planned to do anything.

Sure, he had no morals, and his standards weren't high, but that didn't mean he was a bandit or a murderous maniac!

At the very least, he insisted on having a justification for his actions.

Take the present situation, for instance. Although everyone in his convoy knew he was no good, they weren't particularly prejudiced against him because he always had a justification.

His reasons and excuses all came down to staying alive.

He couldn't let that image fall apart.

This was also a boundary he had set for himself, a way to maintain the most basic standards of being human.

Those two wary gazes followed him like shadows. At that moment, Chu Sheng felt that the world was full of malice.