After checking the surroundings and finding no Eerie presence, Qi Peiliang pushed open the door and jumped out.
He crouched down, scooped up a handful of dirt, and put it in his mouth.
He chewed it.
The surroundings were quiet. No one spoke, and every gaze rested on his weather-beaten face.
Qi Peiliang closed his eyes as though savoring something. His cheeks moved a few times, then he spat out the dirt with a "ptui."
"No Eerie presence."
His tone was flat, but everyone, both inside and outside the vehicles, breathed a sigh of relief.
Cao Xianming and Qi Peiliang exchanged a glance.
"We'll camp here."
Convoy Supervisor Lao Zhang and Convoy Assistant Xiao Ma immediately got to work.
In the apocalypse, setting up camp was serious business. They could not afford the slightest carelessness.
Lao Zhang shouted for people to count heads, while Xiao Ma had already taken out his dog-eared notebook and begun calling names one by one.
They had lost a few people during this escape, but picked up a few too.
Some who ran fast enough had grabbed onto the vehicle windows, and those inside had pulled them in.
Such things were nothing unusual in the apocalypse. Every person saved counted.
After checking off the last person, Xiao Ma looked up and reported the number.
Two hundred and four.
That number left Lao Zhang stunned for quite a while.
When fleeing in the apocalypse, the number of people only ever dwindled.
People died more often than they ate, yet their convoy had actually grown.
Not only had they gained a lot of ordinary people, they had even gained another Transcendent...
The mature, glamorous woman who could fly on a broom and produce a liquid substitute for fuel with a point of her finger. Her Sequence ability