At the Hope Convoy's camp, the two corpses Lin Feifei controlled were patrolling, while Ximen Chuixue sat quietly on a vehicle's roof, cradling his Tang Dao as he kept watch.
Over at the Rescue Convoy, Zhang Shenglong also held his bow and arrows, his sharp gaze constantly sweeping the surroundings.
Between the two convoys, Xu Xuemei and Han Shanzhong were still working on his custom prosthetic arm.
But out of everyone's sight, Li Mu of the Rescue Convoy had already finished making his first Puppet Doll.
The doll was small and exquisite, and it looked exactly like Luo Fan.
Despite his appearance as a chubby middle-aged man, Li Mu possessed such unexpected craftsmanship.
After finishing the Puppet Doll modeled on Luo Fan, Li Mu attached a small slip of paper to it. Written on it were the words "Luo Fan, Sequence Level Lv21."
"Good, the first one's done..."
Setting the finished Luo Fan doll aside, Li Mu continued making the second.
Making dolls entirely by hand was time-consuming, but in the stillness of the night, Li Mu immersed himself completely in his work.
Soon, dolls of the Hope Convoy's members were completed one after another.
Besides Luo Fan, there were An Xiaoran, Niu Dagang, Ximen Chuixue, and the others. He made a doll of each of them, all bearing a striking resemblance to their subjects, and their chibi designs made them especially cute.
"These eight dolls took four or five hours before I knew it."
After finishing all the dolls of Luo Fan and the others, Li Mu stretched, his bones cracking in a series of pops like firecrackers.
After sitting for four or five hours, his middle-aged bones were feeling rather sore.
He glanced toward the horizon again. A pale light had already appeared in the sky; it was