Have a nice walk!

The car rushed all the way, compressing the air and making a series of sharp whistles.

However, Zhao Yunhai did not feel any excitement at all because of his act of overriding past laws.

On the contrary, how much he hopes to receive the warning signal that means "there are still living people" in the next few days, but he also knows...this is just his own wishful thinking and wishful thinking.

Lao Zhao soon came to the end of the short 5-kilometer auxiliary road. As soon as he exited the road, he saw the "toll" station well known to Chinese people.

"FC County welcomes you"

The large pure white font is still dazzling on the plaque at the top of the platform, but the two words representing "welcome" in it seem so ironic and thought-provoking in today's world.

Perhaps because of the county seat, the situation at the station entrance here is not as tragic as it was when leaving the "city". Although blood stains and vehicles can be seen on the roadside, overall it is relatively "stable".

Zhao Yunhai raised his eyebrows and glanced at the rearview mirror on the roof of the car. He originally woke up everyone and told them to be alert to the surrounding situation, but when he saw the sleepy childish faces reflected in the scene, he suddenly

I couldn't bear to give up my original idea.

Using the remote control to raise the windows on all sides, Zhao Yunhai steeled himself and cheered up.

After all, we are about to enter the county town, which is not very high. Not only are there many zombies, but the road conditions are much more complicated than before.

Therefore, without the help of others to observe, he must be very alert to avoid any accidents.

Zhao Yunhai drove the car steadily out of the intersection. Zhao Yunhai deliberately did not look at the tragic situation of the toll collector on the platform, because he had seen too many similar situations in recent times, and he really didn't want it to affect his otherwise unworthy life.

That's quite a lot of energy.

Like most county towns, when you exit the toll station, you can see on both sides the facades of "car repairs, hotels, restaurants" that cater to the occasion. This also shows from one aspect the business acumen of our working people.

mind.

After all, after a tiring journey, what these high-end drivers and passengers need most is the facilities to eat, sleep and check whether the vehicle's performance is safe or not, but...

Looking at the decaying shop door, the desolate streets, and the wandering zombies, Zhao Yunhai could not help but feel a sense of sadness in his heart.

The car drove all the way south, and after going straight for about 10 kilometers at a fast and slow pace, Zhao Yunhai finally found the road sign of "Qiling Road" mentioned in Tang Xiaoquan's previous retelling of "The Man"'s words.

The route was correct, which was undoubtedly an excellent thing. Zhao Yunhai couldn't care less about his joy and hurriedly turned the car into a side road, fearing that he would miss the opportunity due to negligence.

Unexpectedly, before he could straighten the car body, a violent jolt came from the lower part of the car body.

"Bang, bang, bang," thanks to the Buick G18's shock absorber system, otherwise if it had been replaced by ordinary Isuzu bread, the lunch of all the survivors would have been upset by it.

Opening his eyes slightly, Tang Xiaoquan was a little confused by this sudden situation. He looked around sleepily, trying to figure out where he was, but the scorching sun shining in from the window made him confused.

I had to put my hand in front of my forehead to drive away the blinding light.

After a moment of adaptation, Tang Xiaoquan turned his eyes to look out the window again. His chaotic and stagnant brain gradually regained its clarity under the constant bumps in the ground.

This is... an endless expanse of golden yellow, filled with rice ears with their heads hanging down and swaying in the wind as far as the eye can see.

Ah! On the way to the shelter, I shook my head as if in a trance, and Tang Xiaoquan finally remembered where he was and what he was doing.

He gently pressed down the car window, and the strong wind whistling in made the bangs on his forehead make a "swishing" sound.

Zhao Yunhai glanced at the rearview mirror warily. When he saw that it was his own personnel, he put down his worries.

After crossing the intersection, the car became stable again, and soon it was back to its original speed and started to run at a high speed.

The golden wheat ears moving back like a stream of light make people feel relaxed and happy just looking at them, not to mention the heavy and plump rice inside. If it were not for safety issues, Tang Xiaoquan would really like to go to the fields to harvest.

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The companions were still sleeping deeply, and their constant snoring showed their fatigue.

Unlike the noise inside the car, the fields outside the car were as quiet as death.

Although there were occasionally a few birds fluttering across the fields, overall the entire area in front of him was still the same as the situation he had encountered before, lifeless at all.

His mood couldn't help but become depressed. You should know that Tang Xiaoquan originally had some illusions about rural areas because of their low population density. He felt that maybe there would be a piece of pure land in these places that could escape the epidemic.

However, as far as the current situation is concerned, at least in this area, my wish may be in vain.

As the car continued to move forward, the field of vision gradually became darker, and the heat flowing through it began to cool down.

This is a tree-lined path, with tall camphor trees criss-crossing it to shield the passing vehicles from the scorching sun.

Tang Xiaoquan took a few breaths of the cool breeze very comfortably, and the sudden drop in temperature made him feel more energetic.

Suddenly... not far away, a huge signboard several meters above the rice ears caught Tang Xiaoquan's attention. He quickly stood up and sat down. After taking a closer look, the four big red characters of "Zhongkun Clothing" suddenly appeared.

in his eyes.

There! Found it!

He hurriedly hit Zhao Yunhai on the shoulder, regardless of whether it would frighten the dreams of his companions beside him. Tang Xiaoquan raised his fingers anxiously and shouted: "Uncle Zhao, turn left at the intersection ahead! Turn left! Zhongkun Clothing

Right there!”

The rising pitch inevitably woke up everyone who was sleeping. Wang Qiang wiped the saliva from the corners of his lips impatiently and complained angrily: "MD, scream, scream, call me Mao! What the hell is Zhongkun?"

The clothes are not perfect..."

Wang Qiang was stunned for two seconds as he spoke. His wide-open eyes seemed to have thought of something, and then he shot up from the seat as if a needle had stabbed his butt, and then shouted nervously: "Fuck! Hit!"

Kun Clothing! Isn’t that where we are going? We’ve already arrived!”

Shaking his head helplessly and smiling bitterly, Zhao Yunhai was really impressed by the shouting of these young people.

After sighing softly, he used his hands and feet to successfully drive the car into the target area.
Chapter completed!