Doomsday Sequence Convoy: I can upgrade supplies

Chapter 212 The Destiny Sequence! The True Dragon Sequence! The Martial Artist Sequence!
Hearing Chu Sheng's words, Old Man Li remained silent, but took another sip of his liquor before saying, "Since I've entrusted it to you, you can handle it as you see fit. I trust you."

Upon hearing this, Chu Sheng merely chuckled twice and did not continue speaking. Instead, he directly used his ability.

Old Li said he believed him, but whether he truly believed him or not, only he himself knew.

Chu Sheng said he couldn't understand it.

However, as sequence ability users in the same team, there is no conflict between them, and they don't need to worry about these things.

A flash of white light disappeared in an instant, and Chu Shengli's pickup truck also changed its appearance.

Chu Sheng simply incorporated the properties of three extraordinary materials into it, but the shape was modeled after the Zhu Qingyu chariot.

The only difference is that Zhu Qing's fish truck is a minivan in the middle and a fishing boat at the front and back, while Old Man Li's fish truck has a pointed front and an open-air cargo box similar to a pickup truck's cargo bed at the back.

"No matter how many times I look at it, your ability still feels a bit strange." Old Li looked at his brand-new vehicle and couldn't help but sigh, "It's just a foam board, a palm-sized gyroscope, and a propeller that looks like a bamboo dragonfly, yet it has such a big transformation."

Upon hearing this, Chu Sheng shrugged, took out a roll of toilet paper and a paint roller from his fish cart, and gestured that he would take them.

Seeing this, Old Man Li nodded to indicate that it was fine with him.

Then Chu Sheng spoke casually, "The apocalypse is here, and we all have all sorts of amazing abilities, so it's not surprising that things are strange anymore."

"If you say my abilities are strange, I actually feel that your abilities are quite strange too."

"What do you mean?" Old Li's face was flushed, but he still took a swig from the bottle. "Cultivating plants shouldn't be anything strange, right?"

"At least it's nowhere near as good as your ability to casually create sacrificial offerings."

"Don't say that," Chu Sheng shook his head, not acknowledging what Old Man Li said.

Leaning against the fish cart, I looked through the scarlet world at the world that had completely descended the mountain, with only some clouds on the horizon, and relied on the memory of the fiery clouds to recreate the normal world.

"Putting everything else aside, your sun grass is outrageous. Who could cultivate such a plant?"

"Besides you, there probably isn't anyone else."

Old Li didn't speak; his face was flushed, as if he had been intoxicated.

But Chu Sheng knew that it was simply because he didn't want to talk.

As a Sequence Ability User, and one who awakened his Sequence Ability User very early on, Old Man Li should be Sequence Eight by now, even if he has never used his abilities.

Not to mention he frequently uses his abilities.

According to Chu Sheng's perception, Old Man Li was almost at the limit of Sequence Seven.

With his physique, he wouldn't have much of a problem drinking alcohol, let alone drinking it. He might look drunk, but he's actually quite sober.

Seeing that Old Man Li didn't seem to want to talk, Chu Sheng didn't press the matter and simply left with the toilet paper and the rag.

Watching his departing figure, Old Man Li's previously cloudy eyes cleared considerably, and he gave a bitter smile.

He couldn't get any information out of him.

However, he didn't get anything out of him.

"Forget it."

Old Li muttered to himself as he tilted his head back and drank the wine in the bottle in one gulp.

While he was drinking, Chu Sheng was pulled away by Hui Dui again.

He naturally wouldn't overlook things that Wu Meng and the others, as well as Old Man Li, could think of.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles ahead of them, on a river, the water was churning and torrential rain was pouring down, with each wave reaching seven or eight meters high.

Everything around was submerged.

Only a small part of the mountain peaks were visible above the water, but even then, only a tiny portion was exposed.

A convoy stopped here, watching the waves constantly rolling on the water and listening to the crackling sound of the waves hitting the roof of the cars. A woman who looked to be in her mid-twenties sighed.

"What on earth is going on in this godforsaken place?"

As she spoke, she glanced at a girl lying next to her with her eyes closed, her hair bluish-green, and her face pale as if she had been soaking in water for several days.

"Let's rest here until Qingqing wakes up."

As she spoke, she clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, as if in prayer.

A moment later, she opened her eyes again. "Yes, I'll rest here."

Until then, someone else spoke up.

"Captain, haven't you received any information about this place yet?"

With his muscular physique, bulging temples, and piercing eyes, Wang Meng looked at Fang Hong with a somewhat bitter expression.

"Captain, if this continues, my disciples won't be able to hold on."

Upon hearing this, Fang Hong shook her head helplessly.

"As you know, the Destiny Sequence can only be guided by fate. If you want to know more, you can only follow the guidance."

"But our top priority right now is to get out of here."

"Sigh." Wang Meng sighed, clenched his fist, and a surge of energy burst forth from it.

"This godforsaken place may not have any eerie things, but it would have been better if we had encountered something eerie." Fang Hong remained silent, only looking at the pale-faced, unconscious blue-haired girl lying beside her, and sighed, "We're actually alright."

"With Qingqing here, we're just having a tough time; at least no one's dying."

"Moreover, there are plenty of fish and shrimp in the water, so we don't have to worry about food."

Upon hearing this, Wang Meng nodded solemnly with a serious expression.

"As expected of a true dragon! If Qingqing hadn't transformed into a dragon and carried us away, we might all have died in this godforsaken place!"

“Even if it weren’t for your sequence, I would feel like the whole world has become this horrible place. It’s been four months and we still haven’t gotten out.”

“We came in when we were at Sequence Nine, and now we’re both at Sequence Eight. Qingqing, because she’s been overdrawing her mental energy and then overdrawing it again after recovering, is already at Sequence Seven, but she’s still stuck in this godforsaken place.”

Hearing Wang Meng's complaint, Fang Hong shook her head helplessly, "Since my sequence tells us that this is an extreme climate zone, it's probably not wrong."

"I just didn't expect this place to be so big."

"However, I have a feeling that we are not far from the outside world."

Wang Meng nodded and sighed, "You stay here and keep an eye on Qingqing. I'm going out to check things out and help my disciples fend off the incoming waves."

"Okay." Fang Hong nodded and watched Wang Meng leave the bus.

After Wang Meng left, Fang Hong looked down at the unconscious Qingqing, gently stroking her hair. Her expression softened considerably, but she murmured, "Destiny Sequence, Martial Artist Sequence, True Dragon Sequence."

Why does fate give me such a strange feeling?

"And," she said, her expression blank for a few seconds, "and why do I feel like I'll have great luck in the next few days?"

Her destiny sequence wasn't just meant to guide the convoy forward.

The part used to guide the convoy forward is the least significant part of this sequence.

Just like the essence of the Bagua sequence is not to guide people, but to predict the secrets of heaven.

Leading the convoy was only one aspect that had to be done out of necessity.

It's just that other ability users don't have this ability and can't do this, so they can only lead the way.

Fang Hong had many things on her mind, but she couldn't figure them out, and in the end, she could only let out a sigh.

Outside, when Wang Meng got out of the bus, he saw his twenty-four apprentices.

These apprentices included men and women, young and old. The oldest was over sixty years old, with most of their hair turned white, while the youngest was only seven or eight years old, and their speech was slurred due to losing their baby teeth.

However, most of them were strong men in their twenties or thirties.

They were dressed the same as Wang Meng, wearing vests.

However, their bodies are covered in a blood-red aura, which is used to block rainwater.

As Wang Meng appeared, everyone shouted, "Master!"

"Okay!" Wang Meng nodded, then looked at his two older apprentices and said, "Old Zhu, Old Chen, you're getting old and your blood and energy are insufficient. Take Xiao Xie and the others who are under twelve years old back to the car first. You can leave the rest to me."

Upon hearing his words, the two elderly men with gray hair nodded without hesitation, knowing that it was the best outcome for them to take the child back to the car.

After Wang Meng finished speaking, he looked at the remaining sixteen disciples and shouted, "The same rules as before!"

"From now on, the defense is our responsibility! We must hold out until Qingqing recovers!"

"Yes!" x16
Almost instantly, sixteen people formed a circle around the bus, facing the surrounding water and rolling waves.

Wang Meng jumped onto the roof of the bus, watching the waves crashing in all directions.

Each wave is at least seven or eight meters high. If an ordinary person is hit by a wave, they will most likely be knocked unconscious by the fierce waves and heavy impact.

The moment Wang Meng stepped out of the bus, his body was covered with a layer of blood-red qi and blood.

Unlike his apprentice, his qi and blood were much stronger. They no longer blocked the rain, but turned into a fire of qi and blood. Even torrential rain was evaporated by his qi and blood.

The area within a meter or so around him was completely dry.

At that moment, a ten-meter-high wave surged forth, but Wang Meng made no move. Instead, his disciples, who were surrounding the bus, shouted and their qi and blood, which had been covering their bodies, suddenly burst forth.

The five disciples' qi and blood intertwined in an instant, forming a wall of qi and blood more than five meters high that rushed towards the tide.

The wave and the wall of qi and blood collided, producing a slapping sound. The five disciples were pushed back more than ten steps by the impact, but that was all.

The wave was mostly blocked by the wall of qi and blood. The remaining waves, which were not blocked, no longer had the power of the waves. When they hit the bus, they only made crackling sounds, like water being poured from a high altitude onto the roof of the bus.

It was noisy, but harmless.

Seeing this, Wang Meng nodded silently. Although this godforsaken place was dangerous, it was a good place for those of them who cultivated martial arts.

If this were a normal situation, his disciples probably wouldn't even reach half of their current strength.

Thinking about it, he suddenly clenched his fist, and saw a wave nearly thirty meters high coming towards him from afar.

If there are no obstacles, it will only take a little over a minute to get here.

"Well done!" Wang Meng shouted, his fists surging with qi and blood, and a crimson qi and blood shot out from his fists, heading straight towards the tide.

(End of this chapter)