The burly man froze.
He rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
He must have been too tired. That had to be it.
In the apocalypse, people always saw things that weren't there.
He had seen people talking to thin air.
He had seen people holding rocks and treating them as their wives.
He had seen people insisting their own shadows were smiling at them.
Just hallucinations.
He rubbed his eyes again.
Then...
He saw it clearly.
Those large, blood-red words were appearing on the blade, stroke by stroke:
"Me...chan...i...cal... City..."
The burly man's hand shook.
The knife fell to the ground with a clang.
"Fuck!"
He screamed, sprang up, and stumbled three large steps backward. "What the hell?"
The camp immediately erupted into turmoil.
"What are you yelling..."
Before someone could finish speaking, the same red words appeared on the mirror in their own hand.
"The mirror! There are words on my mirror!"
"It's haunted! It's haunted!"
"My bowl... they're in my bowl too! Look!"
The camp exploded into chaos.
Every survivor who had lived this long believed in one ironclad rule...
Curiosity killed the cat.
In the apocalypse, don't look at things you shouldn't see.
Don't touch things you shouldn't touch.
When something inexplicable happened, just run.
Whatever it was, staying alive came first.
And so, this convoy didn't hesitate at all.
"Move out! Move out immediately!"
They drove away without even having time to gather all their supplies.
They hadn't even...
Looked back once to see what those emerging words actually said.
Scenes like this were everywhere.
Yang Yong waited in Mechanical City for an entire day.
Ma Xiaotong stayed beside the five ghosts, waiting for a response from the Transport Technique.
Yet...
Not a single Curio Material was brought back.
The five ghosts worked fruitlessly all day,