Get Lost!

Lin Yang opened his eyes and looked at the endless sea of yellow lights stretching down the corridor. He silently committed the route to memory.

He knew where the food was now!

He turned and beckoned to his people. "Let's go."

Li Xuan and the blond seemed to have regained some ground, and kept jeering behind them.

"Where are you going?"

"You're no better off than us. We'll all starve to death together. Let's see who gets the last laugh!"

"Exactly! The prophet's gone now. We're all going to die!"

"..."

The nine people on Lin Yang's side stood up. They couldn't be bothered to answer and started walking down the dry corridor.

The girl in the JK uniform hesitated, then got up and followed Shen Yue.

But the people on Li Xuan's side panicked. They had just had the prophet to rely on, and now they had nothing.

They looked at one another, then followed without a word.

It wasn't that they believed Lin Yang. They just didn't dare stay alone.

In a larger group, their own chances of dying would always be a little lower!

Two people supported the blond, the fat middle-aged woman held the boy, and Li Xuan walked at the rear with his head lowered, muttering under his breath as he pretended to follow along casually.

As Lin Yang counted heads, a figure appeared around the corner of the corridor. Chen Yu!

He jogged back to the group, fine beads of sweat on his forehead and his breathing slightly labored, as though he had hurried back from somewhere.

He took his place at the edge of the group and nodded to Lin Yang.

"Where did you go?" Lin Yang stared at him.

"To the bathroom." Chen Yu panted and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. "I couldn't hold it, so I found a corner."

Lin Yang looked at him.

Chen Yu's face was the same as ever. He was short and ordinary-looking, his expression a little tense but not panicked.

But a thin layer of dust coated his fingers, and there seemed to be dark fragments lodged under his nails.

Where would dark fragments have come from on a beige carpet?

Lin Yang looked away and didn't press him. "Get back in line. Don't go off alone."

The group continued forward. Lin Yang walked at the front.

He pretended to direct everyone to search their surroundings for signs of food.

Meanwhile, he followed the route in his head.

Thirty meters, then left. The corridor forked there, and he chose the left passage, which was also covered in beige carpet.

Sixty meters, then left. There was a rusty iron door in the wall, but he didn't stop. Forty meters straight ahead. The incandescent bulbs overhead were closer together than before, and the light was almost dazzling.

All the while, Li Xuan muttered snide remarks at the back of the group.

"He's still wasting time ordering people around, wandering all over the place. We'd be better off resting where we were!"

"What a joke. How could there possibly be food here?"

The middle-aged woman and his friend chimed in, grumbling beside him.

He wasn't speaking loudly, as though he were talking to himself, but every word carried just far enough to reach the people in front.

Fatty's steps faltered, and he started to turn around and say something, but Lin Yang beat him to it.

He strode forward and punched the bowl-cut man in the jaw!

Bang!

The bowl-cut man fell to the ground, clutching his jaw.

"You! You dare hit me! Fuck your mother!"

Lin Yang pulled out his long dagger and looked at him coldly. Then he swept the dagger sideways toward the others.

"I'm telling you, and all of you too! Nobody begged you to follow us. Keep buzzing like flies, and I'll kill you first!"

His words rang out like an explosion of icy thunder from the Nine Nether! Everyone shuddered in fright.

Lin Yang hadn't wanted to fall for the Faceling's trick and start an internal fight. That was why he had held back all this time. But if this bunch of idiots really interfered with his pace, he couldn't guarantee he wouldn't kill someone!

Lin Yang put away his dagger and walked on.

After that, no one dared say anything to his face. They only muttered sarcastically behind his back.

"What's he so cocky about? He really thinks he's the boss."

"If we can't find food, we'll all starve together."

"The prophet was the real god! Who the hell does he think he is?"

"..."

This time they deliberately kept their distance, not to follow them, but to watch them make fools of themselves. It was as though seeing them fail to find food later would restore that pitiful scrap of self-respect!

Fatty and the others searched every corner carefully.

They walked for about twenty minutes.

Lin Yang stopped beside an unremarkable wall. It was no different from the countless other walls in the corridor.

The same yellow, the same hardness.

But his gaze fell on a corner beside the wall!

There was something in the corner! A vending machine!

The vending machine was eerily new, as though it had just been assembled in a factory.

It sat quietly in the corner of the wall, as though it had been waiting there for a long time.

Under the vending machine's lights, portions of food were arranged in neat rows!

Biscuits. Several individually wrapped packs of compressed biscuits, with blurry English letters printed on the wrappers.

Several bottles of mineral water and a few individually wrapped packs of candy, their colorful wrappers gleaming cheaply in the dim yellow light!

There was also bread and some vegetarian snacks, such as potato chips and vegetarian beef spicy strips.

On the bottom shelf, four bottles of clear liquid were neatly lined up. There were no labels on the bottles, only aluminum screw caps reflecting the light with a matte sheen.

Everyone, including Fatty, froze when they saw the vending machine.

They stared fixedly at the food inside. Fatty was practically drooling!

"Food! So much food!"

"Brother Lin found food!"

The newcomers were farther away, their view blocked. Not knowing what good thing the others had found, they immediately crowded forward, squeezing into gaps to look.

But when they saw it, everyone froze.

"A vending machine! Food! Oh my god." The middle-aged woman sucked in a sharp breath, her eyes trembling!

Li Xuan stood at the back, looking at the biscuits and water in the vending machine. His mouth opened and closed, then closed and opened again, but he couldn't get a word out.

"There... there really is food!" His gaze trembled.

The newcomers prepared to rush forward and grab it.

But Lin Yang immediately drew his dagger and stood in front of them. "Get lost!"