Apocalyptic Invasion: I Activated the Apocalyptic Points System

"Huh?" Zhang Yanan, who was staring blankly with her head down, suddenly came back to her senses, raised her head and looked at Qin Xu sitting next to her. Her face, covered in dust, could not hide her weariness, and she could only force a smile.

"I wasn't thinking about anything, I just suddenly felt a little tired." She took a deep breath, her voice lowering. "I don't know when this will end, sigh..."

The moment she finished speaking, her gaze became somewhat unfocused again.

The scene from the small square just now is still lingering in my mind.

The terrifying monster grabbed the monkey and bit off its head, followed by a horrifying and chilling chewing sound mixed with the muffled cracking of bones.

Unlike the Corruptor's pouncing and tearing, this was a more overwhelming, almost crushing, devouring.

The visual shock, mixed with the chilling sound, pierced her brain, sending a cold, numbing sensation up her spine.

"This is just the beginning. The days ahead will only get tougher. Since we can't change the world, we can only adapt as quickly as possible."

Looking weary, Qin Xu glanced at the darkness outside the car window and slowly said, "Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and don't think about those bloody scenes. Let your mind gradually relax."

"The same goes for you." He turned around and looked at Xu Xiaoli and the other two, and said gently, "Close your eyes, start to inhale slowly, and then exhale slowly."

Follow the rhythm of your breathing, slowly relax your mind, and imagine that you are lying in the warm water of a hot spring pool.

Correct.

Inhale...exhale...inhale...exhale.

Maintain this breathing rhythm, clear your mind, and meditate in your mind, imagining that you are in a warm and comfortable environment.

Under Qin Xu's guidance, the women in the car gradually calmed down from their panic, and their slightly trembling bodies returned to calm.

Under his deliberate guidance, the bloody images in the minds of the group disappeared, replaced by heartwarming images that could soothe their panic.

Even Qin Xu himself took deep breaths and tried to calm his emotions, suppressing his fear and anxiety.

Because of the emergency, I didn't take the odds and ends I had left on the tricycle. Luckily, I still had a bottle of boiled water in my backpack.

He planned to treat the food and drinking water he received as system rewards as reserve resources, to be used only when he could no longer find any supplies.

We're only in the early stages of the apocalypse, so there's no shortage of food and drinking water, and there's no need to spend apocalypse points to buy supplies from the store.

Doomsday Points should never be wasted!

He believed that Doomsday Points would definitely be useful later on, especially once the career system was unlocked or the points shop access was increased.

He unscrewed the cap, took a few sips of water, and then closed his eyes to rest. The journey of more than half a day had left him feeling physically and mentally exhausted.

About ten minutes later.

The car's speed suddenly decreased, and it finally pulled over to the side of the road and stopped.

"Uncle Chen, what's wrong?" Qin Xu suddenly opened his eyes and asked, while turning his head to glance into the darkness outside the car window.

"Honey, what's wrong?" Xu Xiaoli, sitting in the back row, asked anxiously, instinctively hugging the sleeping Chen Xiaoting tightly in her arms.

"Zhou Zhiqiang's Jinbei van suddenly pulled over to the side of the road. I'm going to go see what's going on. You guys stay in the van and don't get out."

As he spoke, Chen Jianguo reached out and unbuckled his seatbelt, opened the door and got out of the car. He carried a long-handled machete and walked toward the Jinbei van that was about 20 or 30 meters away.

The Mazda CX-5 between the two cars also pulled over. Zhang Haitao opened the car door, got out with a flashlight, and nodded to Chen Jianguo.

Then, the two of them walked together toward the Jinbei van behind them.

Inside the Jinbei van.

Feng Wenlong, looking annoyed, raised his hand and slammed his fist on the steering wheel. "Damn it! How did we get a flat tire out of nowhere! This is just incredibly unlucky!"

"Let's get out of the car and see what happened." Sitting in the back seat, Zhou Zhiqiang, whose face was pale from blood loss, said weakly, "If it's just a flat tire, change it to the spare tire as soon as possible."

"Okay, brother-in-law." Feng Wenlong took a deep breath, and as soon as he opened the door and got out of the car, he saw Chen Jianguo and Zhang Haitao walking over.

"Wenlong, what's going on?" Chen Jianguo asked, frowning.

"I have a flat tire." Feng Wenlong took out a flashlight from his pocket and shone it on the left rear tire.

The tires were completely flat.

"Is there a spare tire in the car?" Zhang Haitao urged. "If so, hurry up and change to the spare tire."

"I don't know how to change it," Feng Wenlong said helplessly. "I've never learned how to change a spare tire."

"Where's your brother-in-law?" Zhang Haitao asked. "How is he? Is he badly injured?"

Before Feng Wenlong could speak, the rear door of the Jinbei van was pulled open from the inside. Zhou Zhiqiang, pale-faced, said, "I was stabbed twice, but it's not a big problem. I can still hold on."

"Is the wound deep? Don't you have any medicine in your car?" Seeing Zhou Zhiqiang's pale face, Chen Jianguo realized that he seemed to be seriously injured and asked.

"The wound needs stitches, but all I have in my car are bandages and Yunnan Baiyao (a traditional Chinese medicine)." Zhou Zhiqiang gave a forced smile. "I've taken antibiotics."

"Let's see if there's a village ahead, and find a clinic to stitch you up," Chen Jianguo said, glancing around as he continued, "My gas tank is almost empty, what about yours?"

"One bar of fuel left," Zhang Haitao said, then looked at Feng Wenlong beside him. "And you?"

"There's one and a half spaces left," Feng Wenlong said hurriedly.

"What are you still standing there for?" Seeing Feng Wenlong still standing there dumbfounded, Chen Jianguo's tone was somewhat unfriendly: "Hurry up and take the spare tire and jack down!"

"Oh, oh~" Feng Wenlong saw Chen Jianguo's face darken and nodded repeatedly. He hurriedly ran to open the trunk and took out the spare tire and jack.

Zhou Zhiqiang and his family also got out of the car.

Under the guidance of others, Feng Wenlong began to frantically change the spare tire.

Chen Jianguo, Zhang Haitao, and Zhou Zhiqiang started chatting while smoking.

"We seem to have taken the wrong turn. We've ended up in the northeast of Nanshan City along the provincial highway." Chen Jianguo raised his flashlight and shone it on a road sign not far away.

According to the road sign, there is a village two kilometers ahead.

"Let's go check out the village ahead. If it's safe, we'll spend the night there."

All three vehicles were out of fuel, so Chen Jianguo didn't plan to continue driving at night. Besides, his so-called driving was just running around aimlessly like a headless fly.

Since we have no destination, it doesn't matter where we spend the night, as long as we are safe for the time being.

"No problem." Zhang Haitao and Zhou Zhiqiang nodded. Everyone was exhausted and needed a good rest.

It was past 10 p.m.

After changing the spare tire in the Jinbei van, the three vehicles continued driving forward.

A dozen minutes later.

We arrived at a village called Wolongzhuang.

The group did not dare to enter the village rashly, but instead parked all three cars in the open space at the village entrance.

"You guys rest in the car for a bit, Haitao and I will go to the village to check on the situation."

Chen Jianguo gave instructions to everyone, and then specifically told Qin Xu, "Qin Xu, you stay in the car and don't go into the village."

After saying that, he followed Zhang Haitao and carefully entered Wolong Manor.

Less than two minutes after the two left.

Zhang Haiyang and Feng Wenlong huddled together again, smoking and staring at the Wrangler, whispering to each other as if they were plotting something.