Apocalyptic Extraordinary Convoy, I'm really not weird!

"That was luck!"

Li Xiaowei interrupted her, her voice filled with lingering fear.

"It was because they hid in the crowd, and it was because Captain Chen and his team held the front line!"

But luck runs out eventually.

Today it was that grandfather and grandson who died, what about tomorrow?

Next time we enter the town, if something strange happens to come straight at us, who will care about us two "pretty burdens"?

Will Lao Zhao and Lin Wei specifically come to save us?

And everyone else just wants to save their own lives!

She looked at Su Ye again, her gaze complex:

But he's different.

He had just awakened and didn't have any fixed teammates yet. Captain Chen was clearly observing him, both using and guarding against him.

What he needs most right now, besides familiarizing himself with his abilities, is a means of transportation that will allow him to keep up with the group and conserve his energy.

And a 'logistics' person who can handle miscellaneous tasks and allow him to focus on fighting or healing.

What do we have?

We have this car!

Although it's old, it can still be driven. There's still a little less than half a tank of gas left. If you're careful with it, it can go a long way.

We still have...

She paused, her voice even lower.

"We at least appear to make him feel 'controllable' more easily."

You mean...

Should we be his driver?

To be a maid?

Even more so, to be…

Li Xiaoyue's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Sister, aren't we just asking a tiger for its skin?"

He has just finished eating...

But what about the future?

Too dangerous!

And look at how other people look at him. If we get close to him, will we also be isolated?

Were they even mistaken for accomplices?

"isolated?"

Li Xiaowei gave a bitter, mocking laugh.

Aren't we isolated now?

Those with families or groups never included us, and the way solo men looked at us...

How good do you think it can get?

As for the danger...

She took a deep breath.

"Following him means the danger comes from him alone, but he is very capable. If we take good care of him, our chances of survival may actually increase."

If we don't follow him, danger comes from all directions. Every search and every relocation could mean death, and no one would care if we died.

Xiaoyue, this isn't about choosing the best; it's about choosing one that might not be so bad.

She grasped her sister's cold hand and squeezed it tightly:

I know you're scared.

I'm scared too.

My legs go weak just thinking about those dark red things sticking out from behind him.

But I'm afraid it won't work.

It's too difficult for the two of us to survive on our own.

This is an opportunity, the only one we might be able to seize right now to change our situation.

We don't need him to trust us much; we just need to demonstrate that we are 'useful' and 'harmless'.

Driving, cleaning, organizing supplies, and even...

If he needs it.

We need to make him feel that keeping us is more worthwhile than getting rid of us.

Seeing the almost obsessive will to survive gleaming in her sister's eyes, Li Xiaoyue knew that she had made up her mind.

She followed her sister's gaze and looked at Su Ye again. The young man who had just taken two lives was sitting under a tree, resting with his eyes closed. His profile was half bright and half dark in the flickering firelight, and his calmness was chilling.

"……That,

So what should we do?

Li Xiaoyue's voice was weak, trembling with a sense of resignation.

"Should we just go over there and say it?"

Could he...?

"We can't just go there directly; that would be too deliberate."

Li Xiaowei's mind raced.

"We look for opportunities to keep an eye on him at all times."

For him now, his bicycle simply couldn't handle him.

When his bicycle breaks down and needs repair,

We casually approached him and offered to lend him our car's repair tools.

By the way, we have a car, and our driving skills are pretty good.

She patted her sister's hand, both to comfort her and to encourage herself.

"Remember, be natural and casual, make him feel that it's him who needs a car."

And it just so happens that we have it here, and we just so happen that we need some protection.

It's not that we begged him, it's that...

Each gets what they need.

Silence fell over the carriage, broken only by the sisters' rapid breathing.

Their gazes, one resolute and the other bewildered, were both fixed on the figure outside the window that represented both danger and opportunity.

If Su Ye knew what they were thinking, he would probably find it funny.

Unfortunately, Su Ye had not yet gained control of his own power, so he did not hear the conversation inside the SUV that was so close at hand.

Beneath the withered tree, Su Ye seemed oblivious to the various gazes directed at him from the outside world.

He closed his eyes, his mind immersing himself in his body, carefully sensing the chilling energy that seeped into his body from the void over time.

Is this the effect of the ability to visualize the blood moon in the sky?

He tried various methods to "visualize" or "absorb" the power of the blood moon:

Concentrate your mind on the image of the blood moon, look up at the moon in the night sky with its blood-red halo, and even deliberately hide in the dense shadow of a withered tree.

However, regardless of the external form he took, the rate at which the cold, sinister power within him grew remained constant.

He gradually realized that [Contemplating the Blood Moon in the Sky] was perhaps closer to a passive state description than an active skill that needed to be used.

As long as he exists, as long as the blood moon hangs in the sky, this faint absorption will proceed automatically, unaffected by subjective posture or environmental obstruction.

That's convenient; it seems to be a rule imposed on him.

Time passed in silence.

The camp gradually fell silent, save for the occasional hushed conversations of the watchmen and the crackling of the campfire.

While sensing the gathering of strange power, Su Ye also kept a portion of his mind alert to his surroundings.

He could sense those gazes, whether open or hidden, and he could also feel a subtle resonance between the newfound power within him and the faint aura of fear permeating the outside world.

As the first hint of dawn appeared on the eastern horizon, the long night finally came to an end.

Su Ye opened his eyes, a faint trace of blood red flashing in them before disappearing.

He immediately focused his attention on the information in the sequence panel in his mind.

Sure enough, a clearer entry appeared:

[Strange Power: 12]

"12 points..."

Su Ye murmured.

This roughly corresponds to the total amount absorbed last night, a little bit every hour, as stable as a running machine.

Is this the accumulation speed of "Method Two"?

It's hardly fast; in fact, it's so slow it's almost unsettling.

However, this is currently the only confirmed sustainable way for him to gain power, besides devouring living people.

Moreover, it appears to have no side effects.

His gaze fell on the electric scooter beside him, and the idea of ​​enhancing it came to him.

Almost the instant the thought arose, a stream of information returned:

It can be "enhanced".

However, how to strengthen it, how much "strange power" is needed, and what the strengthening effect will be are all unclear, requiring him to "think" further.

He focused his mind, starting with a rather absurd yet hopeful idea:

Transform this electric scooter into a rugged and durable off-road vehicle.

hum-

The feedback in his consciousness was cold and direct, surfacing with a number that instantly suffocated him:

[Strengthening requires 50000 units of mysterious power.]

Su Ye's lips twitched slightly, and she immediately extinguished this unrealistic fantasy.

Fifty thousand points?

At the rate of midnight every night, it would take approximately four thousand days?

That's not all; he also wants to reinforce his own needs.

Clearly, the cost of such "creating something from nothing" or "fundamental transformation" is astronomical.