Flashing Spear Technique

The extraordinary individuals all chose to enter the village on foot to scavenge.

Cars were noisy and more likely to attract monsters.

Since they already knew the village was dangerous, driving in was clearly unwise.

Yang Xiaomei, however, rode the Cat Bus.

The giant cat's body was remarkably agile. Like a real kitten, it made several light, silent leaps and dashed into the village.

The survivors who had wanted to follow her cursed under their breath.

When entering a village to scavenge, most people went their separate ways unless they had made arrangements beforehand.

What supplies they found depended entirely on their own abilities.

Of course, the main reason was that the village was not very dangerous. Otherwise, they might have joined forces or simply stayed out altogether.

Even so, they had all brought walkie-talkies so they could keep in contact.

Of the extraordinary individuals in the two convoys, only the two leaders, Qian Lei and Wang Bing, had stayed behind instead of going in to scavenge.

They were not powerful fighters, being support-type extraordinary individuals, but they played important roles in their convoys.

That was especially true of Wang Bing. Even when she did not scavenge, she received a substantial share whenever supplies were distributed.

So there was no need for them to take the risk.

The vast majority of the survivors had also chosen to enter the village.

After traveling nonstop with few supply points along the way, they were running low on provisions.

The little convenience store at the gas station earlier had been nowhere near enough to meet the needs of the two convoys' enormous population.

After taking in the Gentleman Convoy, the two convoys had a combined population of over six hundred.

It was already a tremendous number.

With so many people, the amount of supplies they consumed was staggering.

In the village, Chen Fan rode the Nightmare Battle Cloud, drifting slowly through the air. He paid no attention to the people following him.

He simply went about scavenging on his own.

The Ten Thousand Souls Banner floated in his palm, while four departed souls-Old Zhao, Lao Mo, Xiao Lin, and Sister Liangzi-circled around him.

By now, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner held more than just those four human souls, but Chen Fan still found them the easiest to use.

Whenever he came across a suitable house, he would order the four souls to push the door open and enter.

Once they confirmed there was no danger inside, he had them search the place.

As departed souls comparable to first-tier extraordinary individuals, they were already able to carry objects that were not too heavy.

They could also pass through walls, making their scavenging even more efficient.

Of course, they could not pass through walls while carrying supplies.

Once the supplies were brought to Chen Fan, he put them away in his Storage Bag.

The whole process saved him both time and effort. It was far better than the backbreaking work of scavenging everything himself as he had before.

In this short time, he had already scavenged two boxes of instant noodles, five bottles of mineral water, two packets of pickled mustard greens, ten salted duck eggs...

As for the people following him, none of them dared compete for a house Chen Fan had set his sights on.

If anyone did try, Chen Fan would not mind adding a few more souls to the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

The survivors could also tell that Chen Fan was not going to leave them any scraps.

They had not expected that much anyway, choosing instead to scavenge near Chen Fan.

There were so many houses on a street that when Chen Fan picked one, they could search the ones next door.

That way, if they did run into a monster, they could call on Chen Fan for help in time.

At least, that was what they were counting on.

Inside a house, two groups were facing off.

A young man stood in front of a young woman, shielding her behind him, a special homemade spear in his hand.

Facing them were three burly men, working together. They glared at the young man and woman with vicious expressions.

"Zhao Xing, be smart and hand over those two bags of flour, or don't blame us for getting rough."

No one dared snatch things from Chen Fan, but the other survivors had far fewer reservations about fighting among themselves.

In the short time since they had entered the village, several fights had already broken out between survivors.

The young man named Zhao Xing swung his spear, his expression cold.

"If you want to rob us, you'll have to get past me first."

The young woman behind Zhao Xing said angrily, "If you want supplies, go scavenge for them! We worked hard to find these. Why should we give them to you?"

The man in the middle of the three had slicked-back hair and a fleshy face. He sneered. "Zhao Xing, don't think a little training before the apocalypse makes you so tough. There are three of us. You don't stand a chance.

"You'd better think this through. Hand over the flour now, and we can still let you leave. But if you die, your sister Zhao Xin will fall into our hands, and then, heh heh..."

Zhao Xin's face turned pale. She cursed, "You shameless bastards! Go to hell!"

"Heh heh, the feistier you are, the more we like you..."

Zhao Xing's face turned ashen. He gripped the shaft of his spear with both hands, ready to fight.

"For two bags of flour, you've chosen to pay with your lives. This is your own choice. Don't blame me..."

The burly man cursed, "Fuck, you really think you're Zhao Zilong?!"

The three men charged at Zhao Xing with machetes in hand.

Zhao Xing swept his spear across.

At the same time, he pressed a switch on it.

He had modified the tip of his spear, fastening a strobe flashlight to it.

When he flipped the switch, the flashlight immediately burst forth with a dazzling flash.

The light strobed rapidly.

The three burly men's vision went white, and they could no longer see anything.

"Ah! My eyes!"

"Zhao Xing, you dirty cheat!"

"Bastard! Despicable scoundrel!"

Zhao Xing said coldly, "Have a taste of the new style of my Six Harmonies Great Spear: Flashing Six Harmonies Spear Technique!"

Amid the strobing light, the three men could not see Zhao Xing at all and could only swing their machetes wildly.

Zhao Xing's spear, meanwhile, was both swift and precise.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Three piercing sounds of flesh being punctured rang out.

By the time Zhao Xing switched off the flashlight, the three men had collapsed in pools of blood, clutching their bleeding throats.

Standing nearby, Zhao Xin looked at him with admiration. "Brother, the flashing spear technique you created is so strong! Even some extraordinary individuals aren't much better than that, are they?"

Zhao Xing shook his head. "I'm just using a trick. This flashing light is only useful against human survivors. It might not work against monsters. After all, no one knows whether monsters even need their eyesight. Besides, I can't compare to the power of an extraordinary individual..."

With that, Zhao Xing looked out the window at the street, where Chen Fan was riding a black cloud slowly forward, scavenging houses.

In his eyes, a real man had to be like Chen Fan and possess powerful extraordinary abilities.

Able to move through the apocalypse unimpeded.

With no one daring to provoke him.

Establish a faction.

Protect those under his care.

Earn people's respect.

Protect the people around him.

At the thought, Zhao Xing tightened his grip on his spear.

He had to awaken extraordinary powers!

So that he and his sister could survive the apocalypse!

"Come on, let's catch up. We can't fall too far behind the captain."

Carrying his spear and the supplies, Zhao Xing hurried out of the house with his sister, Zhao Xin, chasing after Chen Fan's retreating figure.

In another part of the village, there were no extraordinary individuals. Some survivors felt that following them would leave nothing to scavenge, so they had chosen a route without any.

The monk Huishi walked along this road, eyes narrowed, leaning on his monk's staff.

He stopped in front of a house, set down his staff, and gave a one-handed salute.

"Amitabha. This humble monk has come to seek alms. I hope the benefactor will be so kind as to help. Please forgive me if I disturb you."

Only after saying this did he pick up his staff and push the door open.

Behind Huishi, several survivors had been following him sneakily.

They were all middle-aged or elderly, thin and gaunt, with shabby clothes. One look was enough to tell they had been hungry for a long time.

They all belonged to the group who traveled on foot at the very back of the convoy.

They struggled on the brink of life and death every day.

Whenever monsters attacked, they could be the next to die.

Being older and having gone hungry for so long, they found it extremely difficult to scavenge for supplies.

When they heard a monk had joined the group, they quietly followed him.

Everyone said the Buddha was merciful, so surely this Buddhist had to give poor old people like them a little food.

They crept into the house and saw Huishi holding a large flatbread he had found somewhere, breaking pieces off and putting them into his mouth bit by bit.

This kind of flatbread was thick and very dry, and was usually soaked in rice porridge or soup before eating.

Few people ate it dry because it was so hard to swallow.

But because it was dry and hard, it could be stored for a long time and had not spoiled even now.

At that moment, Huishi was eating the dry flatbread just as it was, though ordinary people would have had trouble swallowing it.

Huishi was visibly startled when he saw the middle-aged people sneak in.

Even so, he freed one hand to salute them. "Benefactors, have you also come here in search of food?"

The middle-aged people visibly swallowed as they stared at the flatbread in Huishi's hand.

Hardly anyone had liked eating it before the apocalypse, but now it was in high demand.

They dropped to their knees with a thud and began wailing and begging.

"Master, please have mercy! We haven't eaten in three days. Please give us something to eat!"

"Master, look at me. I'm already sixty, and at my age I still have to struggle to survive in the apocalypse. My life is so bitter..."

"Master, please..."

A compassionate expression appeared on Huishi's face. He stepped forward, holding up the flatbread, and asked, "Benefactors, do you long to find a peaceful place in this apocalypse? A place where you are not driven to desperation by the struggle to survive, not tormented by hunger and cold, and not hunted by monsters..."

Their eyes fixed on the flatbread in Huishi's hand, they all nodded.

For the sake of the flatbread, they would listen to anything he said.

One old woman still asked doubtfully, "Master, is there really such a place?"

A smile touched Huishi's lips. "Naturally. Follow me to the Western Paradise..."

In the blink of an eye, a huge, dark alms bowl appeared above their heads and descended over them.

The bowl seemed to blot out the sky, and the people beneath it were like ants.

The elderly people were terrified out of their wits. They huddled together, their bodies shaking like leaves.