After I traveled through the book, I gained a humanoid pendant

Chapter 182

Ni Yangzhou was not in a clear state throughout the entire journey the next day.

When he finally woke up from his coma, he found that he had replaced the car with another one.

It is not as exaggerated as before, and looks much more restrained in appearance, but still has excellent performance and is suitable for road use.

Two people, one car, and they set off on their journey again.

Ni Yangzhou rubbed his eyes and stood up the passenger seat. The thin blanket on his body fell to his waist. Yin Jiazhu, who was driving, saw it and said, "Eat something first."

The young man looked out the window. He was driving on an asphalt road with some giant poplar trees on both sides. The trees were originally tall, but after the mutation they were so tall that it was difficult to see their tops. They almost reached the sky, and correspondingly they had become much thicker. Their car passed by from a distance, and most of the light was blocked out. Driving on the road between the poplar trees was like passing through a green jungle tunnel.

"Not very hungry." Ni Yangzhou retracted his gaze, took out the bread, milk, fruit, and a bunch of newly ripened tomatoes from the space, and handed them to the man: "Switch, we've been driving for almost a day, this road looks easier to walk on, I'll take your place."

Yin Jiazhu had not slept all night, so he agreed to the other party's request and the two exchanged positions.

Most of the roads they had passed before were damaged or blocked by plants, so they often had to change routes to bypass them. Ni Yangzhou had never dared to try the rugged terrain, but he felt that he should have no problem driving on a relatively flat road like this.

After arriving at Yin Jiazhu's branch group company in Y City, the destruction that could be seen was obviously much less. While driving, Ni Yangzhou recalled the nearby locations on the map. He remembered that in addition to the huge forest farm, there was a nature reserve established by the country before. The area was vast and sparsely populated, with lush vegetation.

Next to them are some old industrial bases, some of which are large-scale groups. They should have emergency management and methods of receiving central information.

Although there are many plants, the chance of them being infected by zombies is small, and the distance between human populations also prevents the infection from spreading quickly.

It is good to lean on a big tree for shade. It is estimated that in the first wave of disasters, the organization that can first unite people and stabilize their actions will suffer the least impact.

If it is a situation like the branch where Yin Jiazhu is located, which has connections with the military and has spare capacity, it can control the temporary safety of a small area.

I don’t know about the situation in other countries in the world, but at least in my country, people’s chances of surviving a disaster are much higher than those of survivors fighting alone.

Yin Jiazhu couldn't stretch out in the passenger seat, so he moved the seat back a bit. He finished the fight in a few moves and ate all the food.

After a day and a night of "rest", Ni Yangzhou's mood was much calmer. He was in a good mood to pay attention to some details, such as the puff pastry that the man ate without leaving any residue, and the juicy tomatoes that were eaten without any juice left on his hands.

"Brother." Ni Yangzhou held the steering wheel with one hand and took out a watermelon from the space with his right hand. It was too heavy to hold and rolled between the legs of the man in the passenger seat.

"Hey, I didn't mean to do that, brother, did you break anything?"

"Murdering your own husband." Yin Jiazhu quickly caught the watermelon, which weighed about seven or eight kilograms, and calmly replied to the young man who had resumed his chatterbox.

Fortunately, the watermelon didn't really fall freely.

Ni Yangzhou chuckled twice: "No, at most I confiscated the tools used in the crime."

The man looked a little funny with a watermelon wrapped around his tall body: "Zhouzhou, do you want to eat it?"

Ni Yangzhou shook his head: "I want to watch you eat."

Yin Jiazhu was a little helpless, but he almost always responded to the young man's requests, so he just pulled out a shiny knife from the side of his boot, cut a circle along the watermelon, and broke it with both hands. With the sound of the watermelon skin cracking, the red and sandy flesh was exposed to the air, and the refreshing and sweet smell diffused in the air.

The movement was quick and without any pause. There was no time for the watermelon juice to flow everywhere, and not a trace of juice got on the clothes or the seat.

Ni Yangzhou was amazed as he watched from the corner of his eye. Before he could even flatter himself, the man straightened his head and looked at the road, asking him to continue driving.

The watermelon was cut into pieces along the inner wall with a knife, and the sweetest piece in the middle was brought to Ni Yangzhou's mouth with the tip of the knife. Ni Yangzhou accepted the kindness with a smile, but the watermelon flesh was so sweet that it made his throat choke and he was speechless.

Without any additional instructions, Yin Jiazhu took out the water and brought it to his mouth.

Ni Yangzhou took a sip from the straw and felt that he was quite incompetent in the passenger seat in comparison.

He sleeps as soon as he gets on the bus and pees as soon as he gets off. When asked where he is, he knows nothing.

I feel more at ease and relieved than passengers in a tour group.

The young man smacked his lips and said, "The road here is very good."

Yin Jiazhu was still cutting the remaining melon into bite-sized pieces: "Yes, there are signs that the road has been cleared."

It should be the credit of the large factories nearby. If they are well organized, they can expand the scope to help the surrounding transportation like their company in Y City. It is not only to provide convenience for others, but more importantly, in the face of disasters, supplies must go first. If the roads are not cleared first, nothing can come in. In special times, how can there be so many planes to drop airdrops?

Ni Yangzhou looked at the half-broken road sign and recalled, "If we can drive at this speed, we will reach the black market in no time."

Yin Jiazhu nodded: "If there are no obstacles, it will only take another two days."

But men can be crow-mouthed.

That night, they were blocked by the sedge that stretched for thousands of meters. Unfortunately, the front wheels were pierced by the barbed leaves and turned into round cacti. If Yin Jiazhu had not quickly grasped the steering wheel, the vehicle would probably have been stuck in the middle of the sedge, unable to move forward or backward.

Ni Yangzhou, still in shock, pulled out a high-powered flashlight and got out of the car with the man to check. All they saw was grass stems and branches all over the ground, all holding up densely packed barbed wire, as if a black-hearted repair shop owner had carefully paved the road in front of his shop into a bed of nails in order to drum up business.

There was a slow sound in the wind, like a fish's tail gently pushing away the ripples, like a bluebird flapping its wings to gain momentum to fly - at that time it was the rustling sound of the growing sedge.

"We have to hurry," Ni Yangzhou consciously went to the trunk to move the spare tire, "If we don't hurry up, we will be in trouble soon!"

Yin Jiazhu pulled out a long knife from under the driver's seat and chopped off half of the stems and leaves that were trying to reach out. He said with concentration, "Zhouzhou, get back to the car. It's too late."

——Humulus, an annual or perennial evergreen twining herb, with stems, branches and petioles densely covered with barbed spines, light green in color and with longitudinal ridges.

Commonly known as "Lala Ying".