bookrandom Chapter 195 He lived for another day
Chapter 195 He lived for another day
Xu Si returned to the side of "Nirvana" but did not get into the car immediately.
He leaned against the cold, menacing car body, looking up at the starry sky.
The physical fatigue had not completely subsided, especially the feeling of exhaustion that felt like my soul was being drained while maintaining the "Extreme Cold Storm," which still lingered deep in my bones.
His gaze swept across the camp.
Tang Jinxiu was still walking quietly near the bus, checking on several ordinary people with more serious injuries, and occasionally exchanging a few words with Xiao Luo in a low voice.
Chen Pei sat on the RV's footboard, staring blankly at the ground.
The dashboard of Fu Xiaojian's Mengshi vehicle was dimly lit, and his silhouette could be vaguely seen leaning against the back of the seat, motionless, whether asleep or awake.
Wang Hu and Shao Bing took turns keeping watch at night, one at the front of the convoy and the other on the flank, both as silent as stones.
Jiang Li's barrier held firm, providing the convoy with all the protection it could offer.
The entire camp was filled with an overwhelming sense of weariness and silence, as well as an indescribable sense of unity that no one else could feel.
A very faint cough came from afar; it was Tashan.
His massive body shifted, as if trying to turn over, but the movement aggravated his wounds. He groaned and stopped, unconsciously continuing to mutter "...five...six..."
Xu Si's lips curved slightly, so faintly that it almost blended into the night.
He straightened up, opened the car door, and sat in the driver's seat of the "Nirvana".
The interior layout was familiar yet slightly unfamiliar, cold and hard, with a peculiar smell of metal and wax mixed together.
The star veins spread out again, like an invisible spider web, bringing the camp and the surrounding area of several hundred meters into perception.
The sound of the wind whispering in my ear, the sound of sand rolling.
Suppressed groans of pain from the crowd, their breathing steady...
Xu Si, however, heard the cheers of victory in them.
The sky was just beginning to brighten.
Xu Si has recovered most of his condition.
Fu Xiaojian's voice came through the walkie-talkie, firm and clear: "Attention everyone, we're departing in half an hour. Everyone who can move, get moving."
The camp came alive again, though most of the movements were slow and stiff.
People carried out their tasks silently, helping each other, passing supplies, and checking tires and engines.
No one complained, there were only occasional suppressed groans and brief conversations, but most people had smiles on their faces.
Another day has passed.
Xu Si pushed open the car door, and the cold morning breeze rushed in, invigorating him.
Before the blood-red sun had fully risen, he walked to the front of the convoy and met up with Fu Xiaojian, who was tapping the tires of the Mengshi truck.
"How is it?" Xu Si asked expressionlessly.
"I won't die," Fu Xiaojian replied without looking up.
Of all the team members, only Tashan, Fu Xiaojian, Li Miao, and Jiao Jiao suffered the most serious injuries.
Li Miao and Xiao Luo helped with the driving, so Fu Xiaojian had no choice but to bear it.
"Find someone to drive for you!" Xu Si said after a pause.
Fu Xiaojian was taken aback.
Since Uncle Fu left and Xiao Luo and Li Miao teamed up, Fu Xiaojian hadn't thought about this issue.
However, he has injured one side of his waist and ribs, and he can't use one arm properly.
Ultimately, the bespectacled man named Yang Fan on the bus got the good deal because he was the least injured.
After a night of recovery, I woke up feeling energetic and full of life.
Half an hour later, the convoy was reorganized.
The roar of the engine once again shattered the silence of the wasteland.
The wheels rolled over the exceptionally fine gravel, cleansed by the black storm, leaving deep ruts that were quickly dispersed by the morning breeze.
The convoy sped along the entire route, trying to escape the danger that might never return.
"Attention! Attention! The convoy is slowing down; we are about to leave the wasteland!"
After driving for an unknown amount of time, Fu Xiaojian's voice suddenly came from the convoy.
Directly ahead of the convoy, endless shadows gradually rose at the edge of the wasteland.
It was the outline of a undulating mountain range, like the spine of a sleeping giant, stretching across the horizon.
However, what lies between the wasteland and the mountains is a bottomless abyss, or perhaps a precipice would be more appropriate.
The bottom of the cliff was pitch black, just like a microcosm of the black storm the convoy had experienced.
The convoy slowly came to a stop at the edge of the cliff, the low roar of the engines sounding particularly abrupt on the empty cliff top.
Xu Si pushed open the car door, his boots making a soft crunching sound as they stepped on the rough gravel.
He walked to the edge of the cliff, his crimson star-like eyes looking down.
The cliff was deeper than he had anticipated.
As far as the eye could see, there was only a thick darkness that seemed to absorb all light.
Just as he couldn't see through the black storm, Xu Si couldn't see through the darkness at the bottom of the cliff.
The cliff face is almost vertical, and its surface is unusually smooth, as if it had been neatly cut by some enormous force.
The bottom of the cliff was eerily quiet, without even a whisper of wind.
After Xu Si and Fu Xiaojian gave each other a signal, they threw a stone down the cliff, but there was no echo for a long time, as if it had been swallowed up.
"Oh my god... if you fall down there, you won't even hear a sound?" Jiao Jiao hung limply with her two arms wrapped in bandages hanging down, like a white-limbed gibbon.
She peeked down the cliff and immediately pulled back. Even someone who isn't afraid of heights would probably shudder at that moment.
Tashan had already woken up halfway through the journey, his whole body wrapped in thick bandages, like a moving mummy.
He grimaced and stretched his shoulders, feeling a tingling, unsettling sensation on his back that he couldn't scratch. He forced a smile: "It's deep enough... How are we going to get across? Fly?"
Chen Pei's figure slowly materialized from the air. His complexion had improved considerably, and his overly clear eyes had regained their focus.
Everyone looked at Fu Xiaojian, who was also helpless!
What can he do?
He can't fly either!
This abyss is at least several hundred meters wide; it would probably take a while to fly there!
Chen Pei stood at the edge of the cliff for a moment, then shook his head. He did not feel any moisture coming from the bottom of the cliff.
The moisture in this entire wasteland was frighteningly thin.
Xu Si's star veins and star eyes were also bottomless, and he was certain that this abyss was inextricably linked to the black storm.
"We can't go back, can we?" The little girl was a little scared; she didn't want to experience the same thing twice.
The convoy fell into a brief silence at the edge of the cliff.
A gaping abyss loomed before them, while behind them lay the desolate wasteland where they had just narrowly escaped death; they were caught in a dilemma.
As for how far it goes, who knows how wide this abyss is?
That'll be a long time coming.
"I have a way!" Xu Si said.
Xu Si's words instantly drew everyone's attention to him.
"You have a way?" Fu Xiaojian frowned, his gaze lingering on Xu Si's face for a moment before turning back to the bottomless darkness.
"What method? How risky is it?"
"There are risks, but they're definitely not high." Xu Si walked to the edge of the cliff, his scarlet star-like eyes gazing at the blurry mountain shadows on the opposite bank.
"My stones can't build a bridge that long," Tashan said.
Xu Si smiled.
"My 'Star Guide' can manipulate objects, and the distance should be about right. You can just build a small bridge with your stones!"
"But are you sure you want to go?"