Once they set off again, the complaints in the convoy noticeably died down. After facing the threat of death, everyone realized that being a little cold wasn't all that hard to accept.
They traveled for nearly a week straight, and the roads grew worse by the day. Cracks in the ground and falling rocks would have been manageable; the real problem was that many plants had spread right into the middle of the road.
Some mutant plants weren't aggressive and wouldn't attack people unprovoked. But try driving dozens of vehicles over them. Push them far enough, and they could stand up and fight you too.
So, much of the time, they could only take a detour or send wood ability users to negotiate.
Three months had passed since the apocalypse began. These mutant plants were no longer as ignorant and easy to talk to as they had been when they first awakened, and negotiations broke down plenty of times.
Meng Qilin felt utterly exhausted. For the ten-thousand-and-first time, he told himself that once they reached City D Base, he was washing his hands of everything and sleeping for three days and nights before doing anything else. Not even his grandfather could change his mind.
They hadn't encountered many zombies along the way, and not a single level-four zombie, so none of them had managed to level up.
That uneasy feeling never left Bai Yaoyao, but she couldn't find anything, so she didn't dare stop using her psychic power for even a moment.
After so much time, although her psychic ability hadn't leveled up, it had become considerably more solid.
"Sister Yao, I'm so bored." Xiaomi sat on the hood, hugging the Butcher Knife.
Xiaomi, the most dedicated grinder of them all, hadn't gotten to fight for two whole days.
Bai