Doomsday Sequence Convoy: I can upgrade supplies

Chapter 315 The Strange Spread of Lesions

Prior to this, Chu Sheng had no idea about Old Man Li's sequence cost, but he guessed that Old Man Li's sequence cost must be very high.

But now that he knows the cost of his sequence, Chu Sheng can only say that the cost is child's play.

Are the cultivated extraordinary plants unstable?

Then think differently.

Why don't I just plant a ring of them around the edge of my residence?

If you don't trigger the sequence cost, I'll treat it as a normal plant. If you do trigger the sequence cost, even better, I'll treat it as a defensive measure.

Old Man Li is currently at Sequence 8. If a plant mutates, given his current sequence level, it would have the combat power of Sequence 9.

Even if Chu Sheng had never seen the true combat power of these plants, it didn't matter.

As long as the combat power is at Sequence Nine, even the weakest one, there will be no problem as long as the numbers are increased.

You think a single plant with a Sequence 9 combat power is trash? What about a hundred, a thousand, or even ten thousand of them?
While a higher sequence level can easily overpower a lower sequence level, there's also the saying, "Many ants can kill an elephant."

As for what Old Man Li said about all plants mutating once the mutation begins, Chu Sheng didn't take it to heart.

Do you really think the underworld is just for show?
Once the mutation occurs, a few attacks will be enough to wipe them all out.

If Youming doesn't work, there's still Zhu Qing, An Xi, and Qingqing.

Zhu Qing could sweep away a large area with a single blow, and the same was true for An Xi and Qing Qing.

The dead plants can serve as nutrients for the underworld.

The only ones who might be in danger are the survivors who farm.

These survivors may encounter plant mutations while farming and then die.

But Chu Sheng didn't think it was dangerous.

Anyway, it wasn't him who died. These survivors are dead. Let Hui and Fang Hong find other convoys and bring over some more survivors.

There are always more ways than difficulties.

Moreover, not every mutation will kill off all the survivors; Chu Sheng can completely accept the death of a few people.

Upon hearing Chu Sheng's arrangement, both Old Man Li and Captain Hui fell silent.

After a long silence, Old Man Li looked at Chu Sheng and said, "Why do I feel like the cost of my sequence isn't a cost in your mouth, but rather a benefit?"

"Things should always be viewed dialectically," Chu Sheng shook his head. "Like gunpowder."

“In ancient times, those alchemists refined elixirs and created gunpowder. If you were to consume it as a magic elixir, you would definitely be courting death.”

"But if you treat gunpowder as fireworks, as a weapon used in war, then that is military development."

"When gunpowder is used as a magic pill, we think it is a disaster for the country and its people; when it is used as fireworks, we praise its brilliance; and when it is used in war, we praise its great power."

At this point, Chu Sheng paused and looked at Old Man Li, "The gunpowder is the same gunpowder, but it is used in different places and has different evaluations."

"Your sequence cost is the same."

"If you're just using it for planting, you're basically useless. It'll turn into a monster after a while and won't last long. But if you're using it as a means of defense, then it's a different story."

"Although there is some time lag and uncertainty, once things stabilize, the cost of this sequence will make the base safer."

"Although those self-help gurus are annoying, they did say one thing right: perspective and mindset are very important."

Hearing Chu Sheng's words, Old Man Li sighed, "Alright, then we'll do it your way."

"However, I need to talk to others about this cost. We have to be prepared and try to minimize the number of deaths."

"No problem." Chu Sheng nodded.

Even if Old Man Li didn't bring it up, he would have brought it up himself.

Although I don't care whether the survivors live or die, it's a good thing if a few more survive.

Seeing that Chu Sheng agreed, Old Man Li threw the empty bottle he had finished drinking on the ground, and then took out another bottle of bright red spicy liquor from his pocket.

He took out the spicy liquor, thought for a moment, and then seemed to think it wasn't quite right. He then took out another bottle of spicy liquor from his pocket and handed it to Chu Sheng.

"Let's have a drink together."

Looking at the spicy liquor handed to him, Chu Sheng thought for a moment, then took it, and immediately sensed the information that Captain Hui had sensed earlier.

Chu Sheng couldn't help but say, "Your wine is quite good."

"If we encounter other teams, we would probably be very popular if we traded with them."

Old Li nodded, but didn't say anything.

However, the more Chu Sheng looked at the wine, the more he felt it had potential.

What's the most valuable thing in the apocalypse?

Putting aside all the things that come with the sequence, the hard currency is tobacco and alcohol.

Alcohol can make people drunk, temporarily forget their surroundings, and also allow them to briefly forget mental stress.

Cigarettes, on the other hand, can relieve mental stress and serve as a way to release it.

Now, Old Man Li has wine, which can also enhance physical strength.

Even without trading with other caravans, simply trading on the floating island is a highly sought-after item among survivors.

Looking at the spicy liquor in his hand, Chu Sheng thought for a moment but didn't say anything more.

He unscrewed the bottle cap, took a sip, and was immediately enveloped in a spicy sensation. Chu Sheng stuck out his tongue and hissed repeatedly.

Seeing Chu Sheng's expression, Captain Hui smiled, also took a swig of spicy liquor, and then said, "Aren't An Xi and Xing Zi with you?"

Why did you come alone?

Upon hearing this, Chu Sheng paused, recalling An Xi and Xing Zi's previous confrontation in bed.

He recalled Xingzi's trembling hand on Anxi.

Anxi transformed into a Water-type Pokémon.

Snapping out of his reverie, Chu Sheng coughed lightly. "They're still sleeping. You know I'm very strong."

"Hehe." Team Leader Hui remained silent.

He even felt a little regretful.

Why would a single guy like him ask Chu Sheng such a question?

The team consists of eleven ability users, of whom only An Xi, Xing Zi, A Xin, Fang Hong, and Qing Qing are girls.

Qingqing is just a little child, needless to say.

The person who had his eye on Qingqing was clearly a pervert, even without anyone telling him.

Even a child whose mental age is less than a month old is on his mind.

Fang Hong and Ah Xin, on the other hand, seemed detached from worldly affairs and never discussed these issues with anyone.

In the end, An Xi, who seemed aloof and didn't talk much, was taken away by Chu Sheng.

Needless to say, apricots are another must-have.

She was recruited into the caravan by Chu Sheng.

She's still a hopeless romantic.

Hui became increasingly aggrieved, and finally, looking at Chu Sheng, he blurted out, "You bastard!" Chu Sheng: "???"

Chu Sheng, who was drinking, looked at Hui with a blank expression when he heard what Hui said.

"If you insult my character, I won't be so polite!"

“You can call me Chu Sheng, you can say I’m not human, you can even say I’m gloomy, but you can’t say I’m a dog.”

"This is an insult to me, a trampling on my dignity!"

"As punishment, I'll give you an extraordinary material!"

"I'm gone." Hui waved his hand.

"And even if I had it, I wouldn't give it to you."

"Four-eyes, I'll remember you."

"You bastard, I'll remember you too."

Old Li watched the two bickering from the side, shaking his head with a smile.

Having resolved a worry, he was in a good mood.

Looking at the scarlet moonlight in the sky, listening to Chu Sheng and Hui Dui bickering beside him, and sipping his spicy liquor, he suddenly felt that this life wasn't so bad after all.

Ten thousand meters away from the floating island, a strange creature, entirely black and covered in feathers, emitting black powder in all directions, hovered continuously at an altitude of ten thousand meters.

Below it, a convoy is heading south.

The black powder is virtually invisible, odorless, and almost invisible unless you look closely.

These black powders seemed to possess consciousness, falling vertically downwards like raindrops.

The strange team below is a mixed group.

Among them were four-limbed creatures that looked like a cluster of leaves, and creatures that were entirely green, with sharp, long ears, short bodies, covered in scales, and full of fangs.

There are also creatures whose bodies resemble spheres and move by rolling.

Seven or eight different creatures were mixed together; the group was neither large nor small.

There were more than twenty humans among them, but they did not appear to be in good condition.

Except for a few people, the rest looked sickly, with flushed faces, dazed expressions, and blank stares.

"That damn monster is still chasing us."

Among these humans, an old man in a long robe with sharp eyes looked up at the sky.

A shimmering white shield emanated from him, covering an area of ​​twenty meters in radius, encompassing not only the twenty or so humans but also the other races.

Upon hearing his words, a four-limbed creature covered in hair with four eyes on its back turned its head and communicated through mental energy: "Yes, but we can't do anything about it. That damned monster never gets close to us; it only infects us with that so-called lesion from the sky."

As it spoke, a slightly larger creature, about the size of a buffalo and with a round body, stopped rolling. An invisible spiritual force swept over it, and the voice appeared in the minds of all people and creatures.

"At this rate, we'll probably all die."

This team is different from the usual teams.

This is a team composed of different races.

None of the races are strong; they met by chance in the apocalypse and subsequently agreed to move forward together.

Each race in the team has one Sequence Ability User, which is a mandatory requirement for joining the team.

Only those with sequence abilities can communicate with each other using mental power.

Of course, if the team in this apocalypse didn't have any sequence ability users, they wouldn't have survived until now.

However, this rule is not used to restrict the races that want to join the team, but rather to specify the races that can join the team.

You have joined the team, but if a member of your race with sequence abilities dies, you will no longer be able to follow the team.

At least the team won't be providing you with shelter anymore.

Without those with sequence abilities, communication becomes impossible, and you have no other use for the team.

You can follow from a distance, but the team won't protect you.

"Uncle Wang, Xiao Anzi and the others probably won't be able to hold on much longer."

Behind the old man in a long robe with sharp eyes, a man who looked to be in his late twenties spoke to him anxiously.

Upon hearing this, Uncle Wang turned to look at the people behind him whose faces were flushed, and his expression also turned ugly.

"Damn it!"

Looking at these people, his once sharp gaze softened, replaced by an indescribable complexity. "Sigh, I'll try again. If it doesn't work..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the man who heard him clearly understood what he meant.

If that doesn't work, then there's absolutely no hope.

Looking at these people, Uncle Wang made a hand seal and then shouted, "Suppress!"

As soon as he uttered that word, the hand seal he was forming instantly emitted a red glow.

A crimson glow emanated from his hand, growing larger and larger in the air until it resembled a small mountain, pressing down directly on everyone.

As the mountain pressed down, the people whose faces were originally flushed and hot felt much better.

The person whose eyes had been vacant and listless regained their liveliness, though they still looked somewhat weak and sickly.

But it's much better than before.

Seeing this, Uncle Wang breathed a sigh of relief.

Not only him, but the twenty-six or twenty-seven-year-old man who had just spoken to him also breathed a sigh of relief.

The creatures from other races who saw Uncle Wang's actions looked on with envy and kept making noises.

However, the one leading them, who possessed sequence abilities, remained silent.

Uncle Wang didn't react to this.

But if you can understand their language, you'll know that these creatures are begging the King to heal them.

But he doesn't understand, and even if he did, he wouldn't help.

His mental strength is limited; taking care of his own people is his limit, so how could he possibly help other races?

The leaders of these races clearly understood this principle, so none of them spoke to the King.

After suppressing the lesions, Uncle Wang said to everyone, "Alright, I have suppressed the lesions on your bodies."

"Just keep going."

Although he said this, he sighed inwardly.

He suppressed the lesions, but that was all.

Where there is suppression, there will be liberation; this is an eternal truth.

He looked at the survivors, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

He can't save them, he can only alleviate the symptoms and at most let them leave without pain.

(End of this chapter)