Out of the corner of his eye, Yang Yong saw the man glance back, his pupils instantly dilating, utter terror appearing on his face. His mouth opened wide, but not a single word came out.
The next second, a dark shadow dropped from above. With a sharp crack of shattering bones, the enormous snakehead crushed the man into a puddle of flesh!
With a gulp, the snakehead swallowed the pulped flesh along with the wreckage of the Motorcycle in a single mouthful!
Yang Yong shuddered all over, his heart pounding so hard it felt about to burst. He pushed harder with his feet, making the bicycle go even faster.
Without so much as a glance, he sped straight past.
Behind him, a piercing scream abruptly rang out, then abruptly vanished. All that remained were the Great Snake's gulping sounds and the heavy rumble of its body crushing the ground, like drumbeats heralding death that made his scalp crawl.
"Ah!!! Yang Yong, you motherfu-"
Without looking back, Yang Yong knew that guy was definitely done for.
He gritted his teeth and kept charging forward.
The little blue bicycle streaked along like a bolt of blue lightning, leaving several motorcycle riders behind.
Finally, I'm not the last one!
Only then did Yang Yong breathe a sigh of relief, but the cold sweat on his back had already soaked through his clothes.
Fuck, what the hell happened to this world?
A snake that big was practically a mythical creature, wasn't it?
Run!
I have to run!
There's no way humans can beat something like that. If it catches up, death is the only outcome!
No wonder Old Cao fled so decisively!
Only now did Yang Yong have a moment to settle down and think everything through, but with the threat of death right behind him, he couldn't calm down at all.
Old Cao belonged to the Data Analyst Sequence. He must have calculated this escape route.
He always said data didn't lie, so as long as they kept fleeing like this, there had to be a chance of survival!
The only thing worrying him now was whether the iron plate's energy could last until the Blood Moon rose that night.
With the iron plate's energy being consumed so intensely, he had no idea how much longer it could hold out.
For the first time, Yang Yong felt an unprecedented, urgent desire to upgrade the iron plate.
Fuck!
If I survive this, I have to upgrade the iron plate immediately!
Yang Yong silently made up his mind, his teeth grinding audibly.
Fortunately, after charging under the Blood Moon all last night, the iron plate held up well enough to last until evening.
When the Blood Moon rose again, the bicycle was still hurtling forward at over a hundred kilometers an hour.
Just then, Yang Yong spotted two lights ahead.
They were the Bus's taillights!
Haha! I've finally caught up!
Still, Yang Yong didn't dare let his guard down in the slightest.
After catching up with the Bus, he immediately accelerated, overtaking it and continuing after the three Off-Road Vehicles ahead.
Only then did Yang Yong truly breathe a sigh of relief.
With the Bus behind me, even if that Two-Headed Great Snake really catches up, all that "blood food" on board will keep it occupied for a while!
At least it'll let me live a few minutes longer!
Meanwhile, everyone aboard the Bus stared, dumbfounded, at the little blue bicycle that swept past like the wind and sped ahead!
"Is that... a little blue bicycle? The kind you used to see everywhere on the streets before the apocalypse?"
Someone timidly asked, looking as though they were wondering whether they had gone mad or the world had.
"I think so?" someone answered. "Didn't Xiao Liu steal his bicycle before?"
Someone else scoffed. "Wake up, all of you! Have you forgotten that guy has awakened Sequence Transcendence? And the Artificer Sequence at that! That little blue bicycle stopped being an ordinary bicycle long ago!"
At those words, the Bus instantly fell deathly silent.
A light blazed in everyone's eyes: an intense longing to awaken Sequence Transcendence!
Their flight went on for three whole days and nights.
The others could take turns driving, but Yang Yong only had a battered bicycle. No one could take his place.
By the end, he was dozing off while still pedaling forward.
That day, the three Off-Road Vehicles in the lead finally stopped.
Before them lay a stretch of grass beside a lake so vast its far shore was out of sight.
Yang Yong rode onto the grass and saw that Old Cao and the others had already gotten out of the Off-Road Vehicles and were busy pitching tents.
Looks like we've reached somewhere we can rest.
The thought had barely crossed his mind when he toppled headfirst off the bicycle.
The commotion instantly caught Wang Ying's attention. She hurried over to check on Yang Yong.
Then... she heard thunderous snoring.
"Uh, I worried for nothing."
Wang Ying shook her head helplessly, but still carefully checked Yang Yong's condition. Finding that he had simply fallen fast asleep from utter exhaustion, she left him alone.
When Yang Yong woke from the cold in the middle of the night, the Bus at the rear of the convoy was also slowly entering the Camp, pulling straight onto the grass and stopping.
It seemed the Great Snake hadn't caught up with them yet.
The Van had long since been abandoned. All Yang Yong had now was a backpack full of food and that little blue bicycle.
Just like that, he was back in the same predicament as before, with hardly any supplies.
The area around the grass wasn't all flat meadowland; a few small groves were scattered here and there.
He would clearly have to make do tonight.
Yang Yong beckoned, and the Little Golden Flood Dragon Scissors instantly appeared in his hand.
Carrying the scissors, he strode toward the nearby grove.
Swish, swish, swish-
After a series of crashing sounds as trees fell, a large swath of thick trunks lay on the ground, cut down by him.
Before long, he had deftly built a crude but sturdy treehouse.
He was simply too exhausted. The moment Yang Yong climbed into the treehouse, he collapsed headfirst and fell into a deep sleep.
The next time he woke, it was the rich aroma of fish soup that roused him.
Rubbing his bleary eyes, Yang Yong jumped down from the treehouse and walked to the center of the Camp. Only then did he discover that the aroma was coming from a large pot suspended over a bonfire.
And that pot was none other than the one Lao Zhang had put sleeping pills into back then!
Yang Yong immediately hesitated to approach.
But soon, Xiao Ma, the convoy's assistant, hurried up to him carrying a steaming bowl of fish soup.
"Mr. Yang, this is yours."
"Thank you." Yang Yong took the fish soup.
Only after seeing Old Cao and Wang Ying in the tent over there already drinking from their bowls did he relax and lower his head to eat in big mouthfuls.
One pot of fish soup was nowhere near enough for so many people. Fortunately, the Camp was right beside the lake. As soon as that pot had been portioned out, Xiao Ma assigned people to continue, preparing to cook the next pot.
While the fish soup was still cooking, Yang Yong walked over to where Old Cao sat.
"You're here?"
Old Cao didn't even look up. His tone was indifferent, as though he had long expected that Yang Yong was holding back a pile of questions and would come over sooner or later.
"Yeah."
Yang Yong nodded and, without standing on ceremony, sat straight down on the grass beside him.
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