The whole weird world is waiting for me to go to heaven

Chapter 987 Instantaneous Speed ​​(Part Two)

In the darkness illuminated by the headlights of the tricycle, the figures became even clearer.

The mutilated limbs, the crooked head, the twisted bones, and the still-wet bloodstains clearly indicated that the murder had occurred not long ago.

At this moment, the concentration of eerie energy reached an unprecedented level.

"Don't be afraid... I..." Old Zhang said in a trembling voice, pulling out a strangely shaped gun from his bag as he shook. It looked like it was pieced together from scrap metal.

He raised it shakily, aimed it forward, and pulled the trigger.

boom!
A low, muffled thud.

To Liu Sheng and Qiao Yu's astonishment, a golden light shot from the muzzle of the gun, and the twisted figure in front of them instantly turned into dust and ashes in the darkness.

In the "little tentacles'" perception, this smoke and dust is composed of pure, eerie particles.

However, this shot stirred up a hornet's nest.

The previously sluggish monsters suddenly went berserk, crawling, wriggling, or charging forward, each posture twisted in a way that was chilling.

Old Zhang had no choice but to keep firing.

Out of fear, he almost closed his eyes and pulled the trigger quickly without aiming at all.

Even so, the gun was incredibly powerful, with bursts of annihilating light shattering several monster bodies.

However, there were still quite a few survivors living in this shelter-like building, and now they had all turned into monsters, numbering well over a hundred.

Soon, the gunshot stopped.

Pulling the trigger did nothing more.

"Damn it... I shouldn't have tried to save money, I should have bought a few more boxes of ammo..."

Old Zhang is now filled with remorse.

But it's too late to regret it now.

Faced with the ever-approaching monster, he could only grip the handlebars of the three-wheeled vehicle tightly, preparing to risk his life to rush through.

At worst, I'll just run over a few people before I die!

However, at that moment, a streak of fire shot out from behind like a meteor, piercing the night, sweeping around, and setting all the strange creatures ablaze.

"I was looking forward to seeing how powerful this gun was, but unfortunately there weren't many bullets, so it was over so quickly."

A clear, cool female voice rang out; it seemed to belong to the girl named "Liu Sheng".

Then, the girl's figure flashed forward in an instant, wielding a long golden whip. Lightning crackled and exploded between the whip's shadows, and with a sweep, the strange creatures scattered in pieces.

Its power was in no way inferior to the Annihilation Gun, leaving him dumbfounded.

Meanwhile, the tall girl with the buzz cut, "Qiao Yu," also leaped forward, flicking out streaks of fire from her hands. Upon closer inspection, these were revealed to be talismans. The talismans burned into lines of fire, turning the remaining monsters into charred remains.

The whip's shadow and the talisman's fire intertwined, clearing the area at an astonishing speed. In the end, even the old scoundrel guarding the door was whipped into a wisp of smoke by Liu Sheng.

Finally, everything fell completely silent.

Old Zhang was still standing there on the three-wheeled vehicle, dumbfounded.

Liu Sheng clapped his hands and walked over to ask, "Are you alright, old man?"

He slowly came to his senses, opened his mouth, and all his unspoken words condensed into a single sigh:
"So...you guys are really amazing!"

"I'm sorry, it wasn't intentional..."

Before Liu Sheng could finish speaking, Old Zhang nodded hurriedly and said, "I understand, I understand. That's how your Special Bureau operates, all mysterious and secretive."

"Special Bureau?" Liu Sheng's heart stirred slightly.

"Hehe, you don't need to pretend anymore!" Old Zhang said knowingly. "After all, I, Old Zhang, have been delivering packages for so many years, traveling all over the country, I've seen a lot!"

"No wonder I thought you guys were weird from the start. And the fact that two young girls dared to walk around the old city without any protective gear or anything, they really are something else..."

Old Zhang started being wise after the event.

But Liu Sheng naturally wouldn't offer a special explanation.

It's good to have a source for one's identity.

Qiao Yu was even less eloquent, always following Liu Sheng's lead.

Old Zhang then opened up even more, becoming increasingly enthusiastic: "I really envy you Special Bureau staff. You have high salaries, six types of insurance and one housing fund, and you'll even have a retirement pension... Unlike us... after running around for so many years, we've only managed to save enough for our coffins."

He sighed as he rummaged through the truck bed, saying, "But this job isn't something anyone can do; you need special abilities."

“Don’t you have one too?” Liu Sheng suddenly said.

This is not hard to guess.

You can tell from the fact that Lao Lai had to wear protective clothing, while Lao Zhang was just wearing an ordinary windbreaker walking in that eerie wilderness—what he called the "old city."

Not to mention the faint, eerie aura emanating from him, and the information gleaned from the "world" analysis:
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Name: Zhang Jianbin

[Analysis Completion Rate]: 100%
[Type]: New Human (Low-level)

[Effect Description]:
(1) Physical enhancement: Physical fitness is 12.35% stronger than the average level of humans of the same age and sex.

(2) Resilience Enhancement: Increased by 10%, making it less susceptible to being eroded by evil energy, and able to recover quickly from mental attacks.

[Influence Level]: F
[Analysis and Evaluation]: An ordinary but skilled courier, belonging to the 1444th Colony Branch of Shunfeng Express Holdings Group.
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Old Zhang wasn't surprised that Liu Sheng knew, but he just sighed again.

"Unfortunately, all I have is physical enhancement and increased resistance. It's not very useful. I can't fight, so all I can do is deliver packages."

"Being a deliveryman is something else!"

"Hehe, that's true, I'm not bad either!"

Old Zhang was so pleased by these words that his wrinkles at the corners of his eyes crinkled into a wide smile, but his expression quickly returned to normal, replaced by a hint of sadness.
"Now that the transportation network is broken, the survivors are scattered and isolated, and there is a shortage of supplies. They are relying on us deliverymen."

"Don't underestimate this primitive method. In the old city, it's more reliable than any big truck, high-speed train, ship, or airplane. What do you think it relies on? It's these eyes and this brain—the ability to see through illusions!"

As he spoke, Old Zhang raised himself up and tapped his eyes and temples with his fingers, then patted the seat of the three-wheeled vehicle.

"Of course, there's also my old friend, which cost a lot of money to buy. It's blessed by Wanfo Temple and won't be corrupted by that stuff."

[Blessed by Wanfo Temple?]

But Old Zhang didn't explain any further.

"What a pity... Jiahe Village, such a good fortress, is gone just like that."

He picked out the packages that were originally meant to be delivered here, cut them open one by one with a knife, and explained as he did so:
"Please don't judge me for doing this wrong. The recipient is gone, so who else can I deliver it to? This trip was a complete waste of my time, and I even used up all the ammo for the Annihilation Gun. I'll have to restock later... It's so precious!"

"It's like trying to win chicken but losing rice instead, a huge loss! I can only see if there's anything useful here to make up for my losses."

"Hey, this hairdryer is pretty good. It's even good for old ladies. She's been saying she wanted one..."

"And these shoes, they're just the right size to exchange, though they're a bit too big. Oh well, better than them being too small..."

He muttered to himself as he searched.

Meanwhile, Qiao Yu had finished inspecting the houses and returned. She shook her head at Liu Sheng, indicating that there was nothing unusual.

Or, even if there are abnormalities, they are within a controllable range.

"This is a place similar to a residential area. The buildings are not tall and are self-built houses with relatively rough materials. Each building has less than ten people living in it, and there are only about ten buildings in total," she reported.

"Yes, yes, this colleague from the Special Affairs Bureau is quite perceptive!" Old Zhang gave a thumbs up. "Jiahe Village is a shelter built after the era of the supernatural. Don't be fooled by its small size; it was no easy feat to build it like this. Every brick and tile was delivered little by little by me and hundreds of colleagues, and then the villagers here built it all by hand."

"So you're very familiar with the people here?" Liu Sheng asked.

"That's right, I've been running this road for over ten years, back and forth, I'm well-versed in it."

Old Zhang took a pack of cigarettes out of the package, lit one, took a deep drag, squinted his eyes, and looked satisfied.

"Sigh, if it weren't for... I don't know how long it would have been since I last smoked."

But the thought that this rare opportunity was because the entire village was gone made Old Zhang's weathered face darken again in the firelight.

"We'll have to spend the night here; it's too dangerous outside." Old Zhang was anxious, and took a few more deep drags on his cigarette. "But..."

Looking at the remains scattered all over the ground, he immediately got goosebumps and felt a chill run down his spine.

No, it's definitely because of the cold.

Old Zhang's cigarette butt went out without him even realizing it.

As night deepened, the temperature suddenly dropped.

Even the blood flowing on the ground has begun to congeal, demonstrating how low the temperature is.

But I didn't expect it to drop so quickly.

So it seems that in this world, you can't rest outside at night, or you'll probably freeze into an icicle.

"Let's go, I know which room is the warmest."

Old Zhang rubbed his hands together, then beckoned the two men to get on the three-wheeled vehicle, which soon stopped in front of a house covered in pink tiles.

Compared to the surrounding self-built houses with exposed cement walls, this is indeed the most luxurious one here.

"This family are doomsday preparers. They stockpiled supplies before the catastrophe and converted their money into gold. As soon as the bizarre era arrived, they immediately became rich. These bricks were also specially transported here by us. You can imagine how expensive the transportation was."

“It is indeed conceivable,” Liu Sheng nodded in agreement.

The gate was extremely heavy, but it was wide open now because the owner was not there. Old Zhang turned off the car, took out a flashlight and shone it on the ground. "Luckily, we don't need to pick the lock, otherwise it would be difficult. Let's go in."

The stove was still burning inside, and closing the door kept the chill out, allowing my body temperature to slowly rise.

Old Zhang was the first to duck into the kitchen, and after a short while he poked his head out, waving a can of food in his hand and saying:

"As expected of those who prepare for the apocalypse, you have plenty of food reserves. Let me heat it up for you."

"Let me help you prepare," Qiao Yu offered, as she had some experience in cooking canned and ready-made foods.

"Alright, your name is Yuqiao, right?"

"My name is Qiao Yu."

"Oh, I'm getting old, my memory isn't very good."

Hearing the conversation coming from the kitchen, Liu Sheng turned her gaze away and slowly looked around the living room.

The furnishings are minimalist, with almost no superfluous decorations. In the center, there is only an old sofa, next to which is the dining room with a dining table and a few chairs.

She went up to the second floor. The corridor was narrow and dark, and there were three rooms. Judging from the items and furnishings inside, they belonged to an elderly person, a couple, and a child, respectively. It was estimated that three generations of a family lived together.

Upon entering the child's room, Liu Sheng looked around and finally spoke softly to a set of neatly arranged dolls on the bed:

"We don't want to bother you, we just need to stay the night."

No response.

Liu Sheng gently shushed him again: "That old man is quite old, you'd better not scare him."

She paused for a moment, then said, "Okay, you can come along if you want."

She held out her hand.

After a while, there were five tiny dents on her wrist, as if a tiny hand had gently grasped her.

When she came down to the first floor, Qiao Yu and Old Zhang were serving up a canned food feast.

Seeing Liu Sheng approach, Qiao Yu couldn't help but glance at her legs.

But in the end nothing was said.

Old Zhang, however, was completely unaware.

He didn't even notice when Liu Sheng deliberately moved the instant noodles in front of him to an empty spot.

All he could see were these foods.

Perhaps because he was too hungry, or perhaps because he hadn't had such a hearty meal in a long time, he wolfed down his food until his stomach was bulging before letting out a long sigh:
"It's been so long since I've eaten this much..."

"Sigh, but I still feel uneasy. How did this village suddenly become like this? The outer walls were clearly blessed by the high monks of Wanfo Temple, so the strange things shouldn't be able to get in."

"When will this world ever end? The Special Affairs Bureau isn't doing anything..."

He only realized halfway through his sentence that two people from the "Special Bureau" were sitting next to him, so he quickly covered his mouth and chuckled awkwardly, "Hehe, sorry, I didn't mean to."

"So, you think our Special Affairs Bureau isn't doing its job?" Liu Sheng suddenly asked, a thought flashing through his mind.

"No, no, how could I dare!" Old Zhang waved his hands repeatedly.

"Alright, sir, you don't need to hide it anymore. We know that everyone has been dissatisfied with the Special Affairs Bureau. Our leaders have also said that we should listen more to the voices of the people. Why don't you tell us about it?"

"Well... how should I put it?" Old Zhang rubbed his hands together, somewhat embarrassed.

At that moment, a dull thud was heard.

A small bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor) was pushed over.

It was Qiao Yu, who had been silently eating all along, who brought it out.

Old Zhang's eyes lit up as he looked at it, and he swallowed hard.

"I didn't expect the Niu family to even have Moutai. It was extremely expensive even before the catastrophe, even though it's only a small bottle of fifty milliliters."

"They say alcohol emboldens people." Liu Sheng's smile deepened. "Then, may I ask if you may speak now?"

"Well... it's not that I can't say," Old Zhang quickly added, "but you can't get angry."

Old Zhang became increasingly pleased with himself as he drank, and his conversation grew more and more animated.

Liu Sheng only needed to offer a few words of praise every now and then, and he would talk endlessly, from casual conversations at the village entrance all the way to the general situation of the world, and even start talking about cosmological theories.

"Do you know... what interstellar express... is... looking for Shunfeng?"

"I... I used to be able to travel through wormholes! Ten thousand miles in an instant!"

"What's a wormhole? Hehe, you guys don't understand, do you?"

"It's a hole that an insect crawled out..."

"As for cosmic insects... they're just a type of insect..."

"If we turned into these kinds of insects... wouldn't we be able to leave this place...?"

Mumbled incoherently, Old Zhang finally slumped onto the sofa, his snoring mingling with the crackling of the stove.

Liu Sheng and Qiao Yu exchanged a glance, and taking advantage of the quiet of the night, they discussed the information they had just heard in hushed tones.

(End of this chapter)