Everyone's on a time-travel adventure! I'm raising city beasts in a post-apocalyptic world

When those women were lifted onto Xiao Xuan's back, their legs were a little weak, and when they stepped onto the ground, they couldn't be sure that they were really on it.

Some people glanced back at the road they had come from, then quickly turned back, lowered their heads, and followed Zhao Gao's men forward. Mo Qingluan had no seeds for his own medicinal herb garden and had not found any suitable plants, so he spent his days running to Xiaoli's plantation.

She had just walked out of the planting area when she saw that group of people, and she paused, her gaze falling on the person at the very back.

Xia Qianqian's hair was disheveled and her figure was thin, but when she looked up, her highly recognizable face was still visible. Her face was now without any makeup and she looked extremely haggard, but her basic features were still there.

When she saw Mo Qingluan, she slowed down. Their eyes met briefly in the air. Her lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't know where to begin. Her heart ached with unbearable bitterness.

Back on Earth, both of them were among the top people in their respective circles. Although they didn't get along, one of them is still radiant, while the other has fallen to rock bottom in order to survive.

The stark contrast of this scene made her incredibly embarrassed, and she instinctively lowered her head, but she quickly let go of her pride and embarrassment.

After everything she's been through, she's come to understand that nothing is better than being alive.

Mo Qingluan stepped forward, his tone much gentler than she had expected, as if he were meeting a long-lost friend: "Qianqian, long time no see! Come on, I'll take you to get a job!"

Seeing that Xia Qianqian didn't move, Mo Qingluan turned around and glanced at her, gesturing for her to follow: "Just follow me, I'll explain to you slowly..."

Xia Qianqian was slightly taken aback, unable to describe her feelings, and followed her toward the altar.

After the convoy set off again, Lin Feng noticed that although there were quite a few people in Xia Du's team, Xia Du, as the captain, did not seem to care about them.

Although it appears orderly, a closer look reveals that the management is extremely brutal. Only a small group of people are responsible for directing and maintaining order. The people in the convoy are almost all just accessories, dispensable, and are constantly being whipped by the managers. They dare not resist, and most of them are emaciated and receive almost no food.

Some people were even gnawing on dried dung from armored rhinoceroses.

In the afternoon, the convoy passed through a large, abandoned camp, where overturned vehicles, wreckage, and tent frames were scattered everywhere, and the air was thick with the stench of decay and burning.

Mutant beasts that feed on carrion scurried around under the overturned vehicles, while carrion vultures perched on the wreckage, emitting strange cawing sounds.

Xia Du rode his rock lizard at the front of the group and called out from behind, "That's the ruins of the Osaka caravan over there. Anyone looking for supplies, get off and search!"

As soon as he finished speaking, many people jumped off the backs of the mutated beasts and ran towards the edge of the vast ruins. Some quickly climbed over the tent frames, while others crawled into the wrecked vehicles, searching for any possible supplies.

The movements were fast and urgent, as if they were racing against time.

Soon, someone found an intact can of food, or found food and immediately stuffed it into their clothes before running back to the line.

More often than not, they were targeted by mutated beasts as soon as they entered the ruins. One by one, lizard-like mutated beasts bit their calves and dragged them into the shadows under the carriage. Soon, screams of agony could be heard.

Startled, the carrion vultures took to the air in flocks, cawing and swooping down on the survivors who were searching for supplies. The others scattered and ran toward the convoy.

But Xia Du's team didn't stop at all, continuing to move forward at the same pace. Only a few people caught up from behind with the supplies they had found, while others returned empty-handed.

Those survivors who were delayed by greed for supplies and couldn't keep up with the convoy's speed, even if they pleaded desperately from behind, not a single mutated beast stopped.

Lin Feng saw several cars in his convoy shout something to the survivors who had been left behind by the roadside, then the car doors opened, and the people quickly climbed into the cars, which then accelerated to catch up with the convoy.

A large flock of carrion vultures swooped down on the caravan, but many were shot down by arrows from the caravan members. The remaining vultures realized that the caravan members were not to be trifled with and hurriedly fled.

Xia Du wasn't interested in the junk in the Osaka camp, but the gold-eating ants didn't care. They swarmed down from the back of the Xuan Turtle and quickly crawled toward the abandoned vehicles. They bit the frames and dragged the overturned vehicles out of the mud. They lifted them up and ran, faster than cars. In the blink of an eye, they caught up with the convoy and climbed up along the tail of the little Xuan Turtle.

These items will be disassembled by life professionals, the usable parts will be recycled, and the rest will be stored as food for Xiao Xuan and the Gold-Eating Ants.

The gold-eating ants perform this action countless times every day, not only responsible for collecting usable resources along the way, but also for hunting mutated beasts, making them arguably the best workhorses of the year.

Since making a contract with the queen ant, Lin Feng's burden of supporting Xiao Xuan has been reduced countless times.

Xia Du's team watched as the ants moved vehicles onto the giant tortoise's back as if carrying house. They were able to quickly surround and kill the mutated beasts. The carrion vultures attacked, only to find that the ants had strong defenses and could not be damaged. Each attack would be countered and killed. So they were forced to hover in the air, making strange cawing noises, and dared not land.

The survivors stared in disbelief, their mouths agape.

"The people in that convoy over there are really amazing... Not only do they have such a huge tortoise to shelter them, but they also have so many ants to gather supplies. They're living much better than us."

A middle-aged man next to him chimed in, "Look up there, on the city wall on the turtle's back, there are crossbows and lots of people patrolling. It's completely different from our side."

"Our side... Captain Xia doesn't care whether we live or die at all..."

A thin young man whispered, "Anyway, Captain Xia doesn't really care about us. Losing a dozen or so men doesn't seem like a big deal... Should we go ask them over there?"

"Shh... Keep your voice down!" Someone nearby glanced around warily and whispered, "If those in charge hear you, you're in for it."

But the discussion didn't stop; they just lowered their voices to a level where only the other person could hear them.

Someone suggested, "When the convoy stops to rest, we can quietly go over and ask..."

As evening fell, the two convoys stopped in an open area, next to a nearly dried-up stream.

The people on Xia Du's side began unloading their belongings from the mutated beasts' backs and started setting up camp, with campfires being lit one after another.

Xia Du glanced at the wilderness to the side, then waved to one of his men riding on the back of a Gale Wolf.

Then the man nodded and led a pack of swift wolves into the wilderness, quickly disappearing from sight.