Sequence Survival: Starting with One Yuan a Day
Chapter 527

Rose was stunned. Wasn't Ai Si dead?

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"Brother Zhao, we've been waiting for over half the night. When's that unexpected windfall you mentioned coming?"

It was already past two in the morning. Luo Fan yawned as he spoke to Zhao Chunfeng.

Zhao Chunfeng was with the Hope Convoy. According to the convoy's usual routine, they should have traveled during the day and rested at night.

However, Zhao Chunfeng's divination showed that an unexpected windfall would come knocking tonight.

That prediction had perked Luo Fan and the others up, leaving them with no desire to sleep at all.

What sort of windfall would come knocking? It was something to look forward to. Could a Fourth-Tier Weird be coming to their doorstep?

Yes, given the Hope Convoy's current lineup, a Fourth-Tier Weird really would be almost no different from a windfall coming to their doorstep.

As Luo Fan finished speaking, Niu Dagang, Han Shanzhong, and the others beside him also turned questioning gazes toward Zhao Chunfeng.

During the first half of the night, everyone had indeed waited on full alert, brimming with anticipation.

But after waiting well into the second half of the night like this, all those feelings had worn off.

"Don't rush. Tonight isn't over yet, is it? That's what the divination said."

Hearing Luo Fan's question and seeing how Han Shanzhong and the others beside him had run out of patience, Zhao Chunfeng shook his head as he spoke.

"All right, we'll keep waiting, then..."

What could Luo Fan do after hearing Zhao Chunfeng's words? He could only wait patiently.

After all, throughout their journey, Zhao Chunfeng's divinations had hardly ever been wrong.

At most, because Luo Fan possessed a system that stood completely outside the Sequence power system, he was a variable to the Divination skill, occasionally causing errors.

Aside from that variable, Zhao Chunfeng's

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