Time passed, day by day.
Three days.
The Survival Convoy reached the boundary of the Shanghai No-Man's Land.
They could actually have gotten there faster.
But... the fuel tanks of Qi Peiliang's off-road vehicle and Liu Hong's van had run completely dry.
Yang Yong had no choice but to send Mang Dabiao to Liu Hong's vehicle as a power source, and Xiao Xuan to Qi Peiliang's.
The human and the snake would use Curios to power the vehicles.
But Xiao Xuan's Buddha-Light Jewel had never even made the Curio rankings. Using it to power the off-road vehicle gave them a top speed of just thirty kilometers per hour.
Thirty kilometers per hour.
In the Apocalypse, that speed was practically a snail's crawl.
Cao Xianming frowned and calculated for a long time.
If they could get gasoline, all their problems would be solved.
But... after running the calculations over and over, his expression grew even grimmer...
There was not a single drop of gasoline in any of the outlying villages throughout the Shanghai area.
The only gasoline reserves were in the city.
Entering a city elsewhere might offer a slim chance of survival, but entering one in a no-man's land like Shanghai...
That was a death wish.
With no other choice, the convoy could only accommodate that turtle's pace of thirty kilometers per hour and inch toward the boundary.
Today was the last day.
According to Cao Xianming's calculations, once today was over, the convoy would be completely clear of the Shanghai No-Man's Land.
But ever since they set out that morning, Yang Yong had felt something was wrong.
Something was wrong with Yezi.
The beauty who was usually as quiet as a plant had become agitated that morning.
She kept babbling something, her little hands gesturing back and forth, her