Apocalyptic Extraordinary Convoy, I'm really not weird!

Su Ye looked around and saw that the camp had been completely reduced to ruins in the fierce battle just now.

His gaze swept over the three vehicle wrecks, which were twisted and emitting blue smoke, either hit by stray bullets or affected by the blast wave.

"What a pity."

Su Ye shook his head, but wasn't too discouraged.

He began to carefully search through the ruins.

Water and food are the top priorities right now.

He first found a lot of bottled water, some compressed biscuits, dried meat and several cans in the remaining carriage of the bus and several damaged backpacks.

His own backpack had been blown to pieces by that shot, so he had to choose a decent military backpack and pack all the water and durable food he found into it, filling it to the brim.

He also found several sets of neatly folded and relatively clean clothes in the trunk of the overturned SUV, which he guessed were spare clothes for Xu Jiang or Xu Xin.

Without hesitation, Su Ye selected a black tracksuit and a pair of sturdy hiking boots, changing out of the tattered tracksuit he was wearing, which was covered in blood and dust.

I tore off the strips of cloth, looked at the bottled water, and since I couldn't take it with me anyway, I used it to wash my whole body.

I just changed into new clothes and shoes, and now I finally look like a normal person.

As for the scattered weapons, tools, and personal belongings in the camp, Su Ye only glanced at them and didn't touch them.

It can't be taken away, and there's no need to.

He did not leave the camp immediately, where a life-or-death battle had just taken place.

It was already late at night, not a good time to look for a new base. Besides, he had just advanced to the second tier, and although his body had been fully repaired, he was still exhausted from the intense battle and needed to rest.

Su Ye found a sheltered spot, moved a reasonably intact tent there, lit a campfire, boiled some water, ate some food, and then fell asleep.

Nothing was said that night, except for the occasional howling of the wilderness wind.

The next day was approaching noon.

Su Ye opened his eyes; a night's rest had restored him to his normal condition.

He ate another hearty meal, slung his backpack over his shoulder, took one last look at the now-ruined camp, and turned to walk north along the road.

His second-tier physique allowed him to move nimbly, and in less than an hour, he had already traveled several kilometers away from the camp.

The roadside landscape is typical of wasteland, with withered grass, exposed gravel, and undulating barren mountains in the distance, creating a monotonous and oppressive scene.

Suddenly, he paused slightly.

At the edge of perception, about several kilometers behind, an extremely faint but familiar fluctuation of "popularity" appeared!

Moreover, the direction that aura was moving seemed to be towards him, and judging by the distance, it was probably close to the location of that camp!

Su Ye turned around almost without hesitation.

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Meanwhile, on the team side.

The convoy left a long trail of dust across the wasteland.

The group, which originally consisted of more than 30 people, now has several more unfamiliar vehicles.

That was Wu Feng's convoy. After leaving the trading location, they had entered a "mist".

After a life-or-death struggle, only Wu Feng, Zhou Lie, and Wang Kui, the three awakened individuals, along with a few alert and lucky ordinary people, managed to escape the devouring land. The price was the permanent loss of most of the personnel, vehicles, and supplies.

When they were in dire straits and almost out of ammunition and food, they encountered Chen Shou's caravan in the wilderness. After some conversation, they temporarily took refuge with Chen Shou's caravan.

Of course, all of this information was provided to Chen Shou by Wu Feng.

Both sides understood that in this perilous wasteland, sticking together for mutual support was essential; the more strength they had, the greater their chance of traversing the next danger zone.

Wu Feng and his two companions needed a breather and guidance, while Chen Shouze needed their formidable fighting strength to deal with the unknown risks in the northwest direction indicated by "Questioning the Mirror".

This temporary alliance was built on a tacit understanding between the two sides.

The walkie-talkie crackled with static, interspersed with Chen Shou's concise instructions and Lin Wei's occasional additions.

They were discussing a suitable spot ahead for a short rest.

As the convoy drew closer to the camp, the situation there came into view.

Following Chen Shou's command, the convoy slowly came to a stop at the edge of the ruined camp.

The roar of the engines gradually subsided, and the dust they had kicked up slowly settled.

The group pushed open the car doors, weapons in hand, and cautiously approached.

The scene before them was horrifying: three vehicles were wrecked in twisted shapes, the ground was charred black, signs of battle were everywhere, and the embers of several campfires were still radiating warmth.

Wu Feng, along with Zhou Lie and Wang Kui, walked toward the wreckage with extremely grim expressions.

They examined the details of the vehicle modifications, the scattered pieces of clothing bearing familiar markings, and the conspicuous, uniform, fine grayish-white powder from the most intense part of the battle.

"It's Xu Jiang and Xu Xin..."

Wu Feng's voice was hoarse. He walked to Xu Jiang's pile of ashes, picked up a piece of rifle debris, and...

"Last time I got caught in that damn fog and got separated from everyone..."

I thought they could break through...

The hand holding the broken pieces trembled slightly.

"I never expected it to be here..."

His gaze swept over the piles of grayish-white ashes in the camp, which stood out starkly against the scorched earth.

"Not even a complete corpse was left behind..."

Zhou Lie, standing nearby, stared blankly at the ashes, especially at Xu Xin's pile of clothes.

He blinked first, as if he didn't understand what was in front of him.

He took two steps forward, then stopped, staring intently at the familiar coat. It was the coat Xu Xin had worn when he was forced to separate from her in the fog; he would never mistake it.

"This... is impossible..."

He muttered to himself, his voice so soft it was almost inaudible, as if he were talking in his sleep.

He reached out his hand, but just before his fingertips touched the coat, he abruptly pulled it back, as if he had been burned.

He looked at the pile of clothes several times, then at the grayish-white powder beside them. The initial daze on his face was quickly replaced by a pale expression of terror.

"No...no...it wasn't her..."

He began to shake his head, his voice trembling, trying to deny everything before him, but his body involuntarily took a small step back, his heel tripping over gravel, and he staggered.

Wang Kui, who was standing next to him, tried to help him up, but he unconsciously waved his hand away.

His gaze was fixed on the pile of ashes and clothes, his chest began to heave violently, and his breathing became heavy and short.

Then, as if he had finally understood and could no longer deceive himself, he froze.

"Xu...Xu Xin?"

He tentatively called out, his voice dry and hoarse, carrying the last glimmer of hope, almost a desperate one.

The only answers he received were the sound of the wind in the wilderness and the deathly silence of the gray landscape before him.

"ah--!!!"

A piercing, distorted wail suddenly burst from his throat, and his legs gave way, causing him to kneel heavily before the pile of ashes and clothes.

"Why...why...why..."

Tears welled up unexpectedly, mingling with the dust on his face, and rolled down his cheeks.

He clenched his fists, pounded his forehead hard, then suddenly hugged his head, curled up, and his shoulders began to twitch violently uncontrollably.

He knelt there, like a child who had lost everything, letting out suppressed, desperate sobs and cries.