Doomsday Sequence Caravan: I Have a Mechanical Heart

"Don't talk nonsense, how could that be?" Su Mu glanced at Cheng Jun. "An Xin is so beautiful, there's no way she would be interested in me."

"Then why is she so good to you?" Cheng Jun asked, somewhat incredulous. "She never even cooks me instant noodles."

"I'm not injured," Su Mu said, somewhat speechless. "How about I talk to An Xin and tell her you want to eat the instant noodles she cooks?"

"Stop." Cheng Jun quickly waved his hand. "I can cook myself."

"By the way," Su Mu changed the subject, "there's something I can't figure out."

"How do we upgrade our sequence level?"

"I don't know either." Cheng Jun shook his head, thought for a moment, and then said, "But I heard Ling Hao say before that it seems like there will be a battle or something."

"Battle?" Su Mu was taken aback. "Does it mean I have to break through in battle?"

"I don't know." Cheng Jun shook his head again. "I'll ask Ling Hao when I have time."

"Okay," Su Mu replied. "Remember to let me know later."

Cheng Jun stayed with him for a while longer before leaving.

After finishing his instant noodles, Su Mu crossed his arms and, thinking about what Ling Hao had said earlier, couldn't help but sigh softly, "If only this car could run without oil or electricity, that would be wonderful!"

"Isn't that a nuclear reactor?" An Xin's teasing voice came from outside the car.

Su Mu turned his head and saw that An Xin had already opened the passenger door and gotten in. "How is that girl?"

"She's almost fully recovered." An Xin said, a hint of pity flashing in her eyes as she mentioned the white-haired girl. "However, it will probably take a long time for her to heal her emotional wounds."

Su Mu nodded and sighed, "In this world, just being alive is a blessing."

"If you're not mentally strong, you'll break down sooner or later."

"Yes." An Xin glanced at Su Mu, "But the little girl is still young, she needs time to adjust."

"Let's not talk about this anymore." Su Mu hummed in agreement. "I was thinking that the rest of the journey would be a bit easier."

"Gather supplies, kill the monsters, and then continue on your way."

"Who would have thought that this would happen again, three months, tens of thousands of kilometers."

"Just thinking about it gives me a headache."

"And looking at the map, it seems like we have to cross a sea."

At this point, he looked at An Xin and said, "Why don't we go ask that little girl if there are any other places to escape the cold?"

"That's way too far."

"Okay," An Xin replied.

A moment later, the two arrived at Ling Hao's RV. Sitting on the sofa in the middle of the living room was a girl with a full head of silver hair. Although she was fifteen or sixteen years old, her thin appearance made her look more like an eleven or twelve-year-old girl.

Her eyes revealed timidity, and she appeared cautious.

Her name is Nie Xiaoying, and An Xin had already told Su Mu when she came here.

Su Mu and An Xin sat down in front of her and asked directly, "Regarding the cold wave, is there any other way?"

Why must it be Falling Moon Valley?

"According to the prophecy," Nie Xiaoying said timidly, "a cold wave will sweep across the entire continent in three months, causing the temperature to plummet to below minus one hundred degrees Celsius."

"Only places with underground firebeds can withstand the cold wave."

"The Valley of Falling Moon is the closest place to us with an underground firebed."

"There is a huge underground cave there."

"So, if we want to survive that cold wave, we have no choice but to go there."

"Then your prophecy is correct." Su Mu felt even more frustrated; the more detailed the information, the more powerless he felt. After a moment of silence, he asked again,

"Is there any way to help us travel faster?"

"No," Nie Xiaoying shook her head. "I can't predict that."

"Then predict whether we can reach Falling Moon Valley within three months?" Su Mu frowned, thought for a moment, and then spoke.

"Well, my level is still relatively low." Nie Xiaoying shook her head again, looking a little embarrassed.

"Let me ask it another way." Su Mu paused for a moment, then continued, "So, four months from now, will we still be alive?"

"I don't know." Nie Xiaoying shrank back, her eyes filled with fear as she looked at Su Mu, afraid that he would slap her at any moment.

"Alright." An Xin tugged at Su Mu's arm and said softly, "Don't scare her."

"Sigh." Su Mu sighed in frustration. It couldn't predict anything, except for the impending danger.

"If we had enough fuel," Anxin reminded her, "we might be able to get there sooner."

Su Mu nodded. "Let's hope we'll have better luck."

After leaving Ling Hao's place, he returned to his SUV. However, instead of going to the driver's seat, he opened the trunk and planned to lie down.

An Xin opened the middle seat door, got in, and turned on the roof light, making the car much brighter.

She leaned against the back of the seat and looked at Su Mu, saying softly, "Don't worry too much, there will always be a way."

"I hope so." Su Mu lay down, put his hands behind his head, and stared at the roof of the car for a moment in silence. "We still have the supplies we need for the next few months of cold weather."

"This is also a major problem."

"Yes." An Xin nodded slightly and said slowly, "We have more supplies right now, but it will only last for about ten days."

"The supplies that ordinary people carry can only last for five or six days at most."

"In just a few months, we have accumulated twenty to thirty times the amount of supplies we have now."

"That's no small number."

"Moreover, it would be difficult for ordinary people to carry so many supplies."

"Unless there is unified management and rationed distribution of food and water, only then can we survive."

"Then Ling Hao will have to make the arrangements." Su Mu glanced at her.

"I'll go talk to him about this in a bit," An Xin nodded. "This matter needs to be decided as soon as possible."

"Let's go now," Su Mu said. "It's getting late, we should be resting."

"Okay," An Xin agreed and left.

Su Mu lay alone in the carriage, thinking about how his personal space could grow things, but unfortunately he had no seeds.

"Let's wait until tomorrow and ask Anxin if they have any seeds there."

"If you have any, you should plant them as soon as possible. The sooner you plant them, the sooner you can eat fresh vegetables."

As I pondered these thoughts, my eyes gradually closed, and I drifted off to sleep.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already the next morning. The car was swaying and rocking, just like riding in a sedan chair.

He quickly sat up and noticed An Xin driving in the middle of the convoy. "Why are you here so early?"

"We left at seven o'clock." An Xin didn't turn around, but glanced at Su Mu through the rearview mirror. "I saw you were sleeping soundly, so I didn't wake you."

"You should eat first."

"I'll tell you Ling Hao's thoughts later."