Blood Eagle Convoy

After cleaning out the vehicle and opening the windows to air it out for a while, Shen Ye finally straightened up and stretched, taking another look around the interior.

Clearly, he was immensely pleased with his prize.

In fact, when Zhao Biao had first blocked his way, the man had set his sights on him, but Shen Ye had also set his sights on this RV.

According to He Yumin, Zhao Biao had stolen it from a wealthy man from Goat City on the first day of the apocalypse. The rich man and his family had all been aboard, preparing to flee the city.

After forcing the RV to stop, Zhao Biao had tricked the man into opening the door. The moment he climbed aboard, he stabbed the man to death.

The wife and daughter who were also inside had not escaped that beast's clutches either.

Killing a beast like that and taking his vehicle, especially in self-defense, left Shen Ye with no guilt whatsoever. Instead, he felt an indescribable satisfaction.

Shen Ye was no hardcore survivalist. Especially after gaining supernatural abilities, he wanted not only to survive the apocalypse, but also to live a life where he could eat, drink, and enjoy himself whenever he pleased.

If he had to spend every moment under crushing pressure, afraid he might die at any second and constantly guarding against everyone around him, that would be worse than death.

What would be the point of living like that?

At least now, I have a little home of my own in the apocalypse.

The only pity was that even this top-of-the-line RV felt a little cramped to someone who had grown accustomed to all kinds of luxury hotels in his previous life.

At that thought, inspiration suddenly struck.

He recalled the description of the Asura Sequence's skill, Blood Refinement.

Blood Refinement: Spend Killing Points to refine a designated item, granting it greater power.

He had fallen into a mental trap earlier, assuming Blood Refinement could only be used on Weird Objects.

But now that he looked closely at the description, it seemed he could use the skill on any item he designated.

With that theory in mind, he immediately pressed his hand against the RV's steering wheel and tried activating the skill with his thoughts.

Sure enough, a familiar notification appeared in his mind.

Would you like to spend 3,000 points to perform Blood Refinement on this item?

Killing Points remaining: 1,569.

Shen Ye was initially pleased to learn that the RV could undergo Blood Refinement, but when he compared the cost with his remaining Killing Points, his face instantly fell.

Looks like I still have a long way to go when it comes to saving up Killing Points.

By then, the sky had gone completely dark, and the Red Moon had begun to shed its faint, sinister glow.

Moreover, today's Blood Moon seemed a little more solid and larger than it had over the past few days.

Soon, waves of eerie, wailing sounds began drifting out of the darkness around them.

Ever since gaining Sequence Power, Shen Ye could clearly sense that something seemed to be closing in around them, even though he did not possess the Guide Sequence.

His senses simply were not as clear or precise as those of An Ning, a true Pathfinder.

An Ning approached Shen Ye's RV, rose onto her tiptoes, and looked up at him in the driver's seat.

"Shen Ye, it's completely dark now. I can feel those things getting closer and closer. We should leave."

Shen Ye gave her a slight nod and said calmly, "You're the convoy leader now. You alone decide when we leave. Our job is just to follow your order to move out."

"All right, I understand."

An Ning answered, then hurried over to where the others were gathered and shouted:

"Everyone, get in your vehicles! We're leaving!"

Despite how hard she shouted, the former members of Zhao Biao's convoy kept doing their own things, seemingly pretending not to hear. Only a handful hurried into their vehicles.

Shen Ye frowned slightly at the sight.

Those who refused to budge clearly had no respect for their petite new leader. Perhaps they thought she was easygoing and easy to bully, and wanted to put her in her place.

Shen Ye merely gave a cold smile and called to An Ning, "Enough. Forget about them. Get in and lead the way."

Although An Ning did not understand why Shen Ye wanted to abandon those people, she trusted him. She stopped trying to persuade those who refused to get aboard, opened the Volvo's door, and climbed in.

Lin Wanqiu had already started the engine. As she pressed the accelerator, she turned and chided her, "I told you already. We don't even know how much longer we'll survive. Why bother worrying so much about them?"

An Ning did not answer. She simply lowered her head, looking hurt.

Seeing this, He Yunping quickly rolled down his window and stuck his head out, shouting at the convoy members still outside their vehicles, "Everyone, get in right now! Those damned things are about to come out! If you don't leave now, you won't get away!"

With that, he immediately told his older brother in the driver's seat to get moving and follow the Volvo.

Many of those who had still been chatting outside finally lost their composure at He Yunping's warning and scrambled into their vehicles.

Clearly, they trusted He Yunping's words more than those of their new leader. Shen Ye saw all of it.

One set of headlights after another came on, driving back the surrounding darkness.

An Ning and Lin Wanqiu had switched to the Volvo Shen Ye no longer needed, and drove at the head of the convoy toward Western Guangxi.

As for the new members still scrambling to get aboard and start their engines, far behind the convoy, they could fend for themselves.

"What? Your leader's dead?"

Elsewhere, Yang Feng's eyes flickered slightly as he learned the news.

The man standing before him, who had brought him this news, had a bald crown fringed with hair, dark skin, and wore an undershirt with long trousers.

His name was Cheng Shun, and he had been the manager of Zhao Biao's convoy.

When Zhao Biao fell, he had been the first to realize something was wrong, climb into a vehicle, and flee south with his people.

As it turned out, Zhao Biao had originally been Cheng Shun's foreman, and the two came from the same hometown.

Thanks to that connection, Cheng Shun had frequently used Zhao Biao's authority to bully the other members after the convoy was formed.

He had also handled plenty of Zhao Biao's dirty work, so the position of convoy manager had naturally fallen to him.

In Zhao Biao's old convoy, his status could be said to equal He Yunping's. The other members' attitudes toward the two men, however, were complete opposites.

So after Zhao Biao died, even if Shen Ye did not kill Cheng Shun, the members he had bullied would have loved to skin him alive.

Had he not run, his fate would certainly have been no better than Zhao Biao's.

He had driven south with his people for several hundred li before running straight into Yang Feng's Blood Eagle Convoy.

As chance would have it, just two days earlier, Zhao Biao's convoy had been planning to rob this very Blood Eagle Convoy.

Only after learning that their overall strength far exceeded his own had Zhao Biao abandoned robbery in favor of trade.

That had always been Zhao Biao's way: rob those he could beat, and trade resources and information with those he could not.

He had been so eager to attack Shen Ye's group purely because they had so few people. That had led him to mistake the Dawn Convoy for an easy target-and cost him his life.

Yang Feng was the leader of the Blood Eagle Convoy, and he, too, had never expected this. Zhao Biao had been drinking merrily with him just two days ago, yet now, in such a short span of time, he was dead.