Supernatural Yin Souls

"Wait, I can do that?"

Surprised, Chen Fan waved his hand and summoned the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

Just now, as he was thinking about a means of foresight, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner had given him another response.

The banner stirred without wind, yin souls roiling across its surface.

Among them, the yin soul of the gloomy man, Old Zhao, emerged.

Old Zhao's translucent soul still looked as it had in life.

His left hand twisted and turned into a snake's head.

It was his supernatural ability, Snake Hand.

Seeing this, Chen Fan understood at once.

A supernatural being's supernatural power was connected to the soul. By refining a supernatural being's soul into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, he had also preserved the supernatural ability they had possessed in life.

"My ability is seriously overpowered. I don't have to worry about getting a foresight ability for the time being."

"Hahaha... cough. That laugh is too lame. It doesn't suit my current status as an Immortal Master of the Artifact Dao, a supernatural being, a convoy leader, and the future pinnacle of humanity. I'll have to find a different way to laugh."

After some thought, Chen Fan cleared his throat.

"Jie jie jie..."

Back with the convoy, Yan Kuan had nearly finished collecting the supplies.

Under the convoy's rules, each person only had to hand over one portion, which wasn't actually much.

A portion could be a loaf of bread or a bottle of water.

Of course, lower-value supplies like tissues or clothing took a bit more to count as one portion.

All Yan Kuan had to do was carry a large woven sack from one end of the convoy to the other.

The survivors tossed their supplies into the sack without prompting.

If someone's contribution fell short, Yan Kuan would tell them to add a little more.

The village had been fairly well stocked this time, and everyone had gotten supplies, so hardly anyone tried to cheat.

Besides, everyone knew the convoy had just changed leaders, and no one wanted to stick their neck out and become an example.

As a result, the collection went smoothly.

Chen Fan was a little disappointed. He had expected some fool to cause trouble.

That way, his Ten Thousand Souls Banner could have gained a few more yin souls.

Seeing that everything was done, Chen Fan gave the order, and the convoy set off.

Qian Lei led the way at the very front.

His electric scooter had a walkie-talkie, which he had previously used to contact Lao Mo. Now he used it to communicate with Chen Fan.

"Brother Chen... Captain, can you hear me?"

"Yes. Report anything unusual as soon as it happens."

"I have a feeling we're going to run overtime. We need to speed up."

With Qian Lei's supernatural ability, a feeling that they were going to run overtime meant danger was chasing them from behind.

Chen Fan didn't dare take it lightly and immediately told Sun Hong to speed up.

In the three months since the apocalypse, the best he had managed was to get himself an SUV and travel in the middle ranks of a convoy.

Back then, he had been part of a much larger convoy with over a thousand people and plenty of drivers. He had been a nobody among them and had little contact with the convoy's supernatural beings.

He didn't know much about the supernatural and had never been a leader.

This was his first time leading an entire convoy, and he was a little nervous.

Most importantly, if he chose the wrong direction, he would die too.

Now that Qian Lei had said danger was approaching, his first thought was to speed up.

As for whether the people cycling or walking behind them could keep up, that was none of his concern.

When Chen Fan's bus sped up, the cars following it sped up too.

Next came the people on motorcycles and electric scooters.

Farther back were the people on tricycles and bicycles, followed by those on foot.

There was no way they could keep up.

When they saw the vehicles ahead accelerating, they all began to curse.

"Fuck, what is it now?"

"Don't go so fast!"

"Is there danger again? Move, damn legs! I don't want to die!"

Right now, they had to go as fast as they could.

Gaps soon appeared in the convoy.

The cars were far ahead, with a group of two-wheeled motor vehicles trailing behind them.

A long way farther back came the cyclists.

In that short time, the cyclists could barely see the taillights of the cars anymore.

A gap had also opened up between the cyclists and the people on foot.

Everyone was desperately trying to move forward.

Even if they were left behind for now, they couldn't give up.

The convoy would have to make camp eventually. As long as they could catch up, they still had a chance to survive.

Chen Fan dug a pair of binoculars out of Lao Mo's old supplies and went to the back of the bus to look through the window.

He couldn't see anything unusual in the distance yet, so the threat probably wasn't too great.

Perhaps they could shake it off by speeding up.

"Old Yan, bring me the supplies you collected. Let me have a look."

Chen Fan sat down in the back row of the bus, stretched out his legs, and leaned against the backrest.

Comfortable.

Now he had both an assistant and a driver.

It wasn't just better than riding a bike. There was no comparison.

Even compared to when he had driven an SUV, it was far better.

But as Chen Fan sat there, he sniffed around and kept catching a sour, foul smell.

Eventually, he realized it was coming from him.

He sighed.

It still couldn't compare to life before the apocalypse. Although he had awakened supernatural powers, living in the apocalypse meant even taking a bath was a hassle.

At the next supply point, he would have to find a way to deal with his personal hygiene.

Without a word, Old Yan carried a large woven sack of supplies over to him.

There were more than three hundred people in the convoy. Even if each person contributed one packet of instant noodles, that would be over three hundred packets.

It was only natural for one collection to yield a large sack.

That one sack alone was enough to feed Chen Fan for a week or so.

Sure enough, being a convoy leader was highly profitable.

Even if he never went scavenging for supplies, he could still survive.

It was nothing like before, when he spent all his time either traveling or worrying about supplies, afraid every day that he would starve to death.

Of course, these supplies were enough for survival, but not enough to live well.

That was also why supernatural beings like Lao Mo still went out scavenging in person.

On the other hand, Lao Mo and the others were fairly reasonable.

Chen Fan had seen convoys in which people had completely abandoned their humanity after the apocalypse.

The survivors had to hand over nearly everything they scavenged, and once a day, a communal pot was opened, filled with something like slop to feed them.

They were little different from slaves.

The supernatural beings in those convoys hardly ever went scavenging themselves, yet they could still live in luxury.

Chen Fan opened the woven sack and gave its contents a rough inspection.

Most of it was food, since that was what everyone mainly took when scavenging.

There was bread, instant noodles, bottled water, Snickers bars, lollipops...

Of course, there were other things too, such as clothes, seasonings, and toiletries.

People who contributed those things had to give a little more.

One food item was enough for a portion, but other things took two or three.

"Even a wall calendar?"

Chen Fan pulled out a yellowed old wall calendar from 2008, at a loss for words.

"Old Yan, did someone pull a fast one on you?"

Old Yan gave a dry cough and said in a low voice, "I made the person who gave me the calendar add an old television. It was too big, so I put it in the luggage compartment below."

Chen Fan nodded. Although televisions were pretty much useless now, he might be able to take it apart for components if he ever did mechanical repairs.

Just then, Qian Lei's voice came over the walkie-talkie again.

This time, though, he sounded a little panicked.

"Captain, this isn't good. I feel like the risk of running overtime has gotten worse. It's turned into a risk of complaints and fines."

Chen Fan's heart skipped a beat.

Qian Lei's premonition of running overtime only meant something was chasing them.

A premonition of complaints and fines meant the danger would cause them harm.

Chen Fan hurriedly picked up the binoculars and looked behind the bus.

At some point, a vast bank of fog stretching from earth to sky had swept across the distant horizon.

It was rolling toward them.

It was the Living Fog!

This is bad, Chen Fan thought.

The Ten Thousand Souls Banner appeared in his hand, and a yin soul emerged from it.

It was Old Zhao.

Yan Kuan, who was standing nearby, hurriedly turned away in fright.

He had been on good terms with Old Zhao when he was alive and couldn't bear to see him like this.

Sun Hong, who was driving, instinctively glanced at the rearview mirror and was startled by the sight as well.

He hurriedly adjusted the mirror, not wanting to see that unclean thing again.

After Old Zhao's yin soul appeared, he activated his supernatural ability under Chen Fan's control.

His left hand turned into a long snake.

The moment the snake appeared, it began turning its head from side to side, looking around.

Its body kept twisting as well.

Its tongue flicked in and out rapidly, like a typewriter.

Through his connection to Old Zhao's yin soul, Chen Fan knew that Snake Hand was extremely agitated.

It was an ominous sign, proof that their surroundings were about to become extremely dangerous.

It could very well be a matter of life and death.