Following Chu Sheng's instructions, Butcher drove back and forth along the dirt road several times under the astonished gazes of Captain Hui, Zhu Qing, and the others.
Everything went smoothly. Smooth as hell.
"Excellent! Congratulations on learning to drive!"
Chu Sheng waved at Butcher, who then turned into the Butcher Knife and fell into his hand.
In the apocalypse, driving no longer required a written test, especially with a sacrificial vehicle like the Netherbone Car.
All you needed to do was floor the accelerator, then barrel ahead and leave the rest to fate.
Knowing Butcher could drive took a weight off Chu Sheng's mind.
When he returned to the driver's seat, Butcher had gone completely quiet.
Chu Sheng placed the fascia, the two hand bones, and the Hunter's Bow together. With a thought, a white light flashed.
Two minutes later, the white light faded, and the original bow was gone.
In its place was a red-and-black bow made of interwoven segments of finger bones.
Its limbs were folded along the sides, connected only by a grip, making the whole thing look much smaller.
With the limbs still folded, the bowstring looked like the drawstring on a bag.
At Chu Sheng's thought, the limbs unfolded, and the bowstring snapped taut.
At the same time, a black light traveled down from above while a red light rose from below. The two lights spiraled around the bowstring, drawing closer to each other.
Once the red and black lights had completely merged, Chu Sheng stepped straight out of the car and drew the bow, aiming at a withered tree in the distance.
Though he had nocked nothing, an arrow with a black head and a red shaft eerily appeared on the bowstring.
Whoosh!
Chu Sheng released the string, and the arrow shot through the