85: Chapter 85 Dragging my cousin into it

If only her cousin were here. With her cousin by her side, she wouldn't have to face those two "veterans" alone.

When the two sisters joined forces, would they still need to fear not being able to outmatch Lin Wan and Captain Liu Ruyan?

Ruan Xiaoxiao was busy calculating in her heart, but her face feigned ignorance as she skipped off to wash up.

Leaving Luo Xi alone at the table, gazing at the moonlight outside the window, motionless for a long time.

She wiped her long halberd over and over again, while the scales in her heart tilted little by little.

Pride and survival tugged back and forth within her.

Thousands of miles away, the mountain city had long since turned into a living hell.

The Devourer of Calamity wandered among the broken walls and ruins, enjoying this long-overdue gluttonous feast.

Not only were lone humans its prey, but those berserk anomalies were also on its menu.

It transformed into black mist, silently wrapping itself around a massive, rotting anomaly.

In just a few breaths, the rotting anomaly melted into a pool of black sludge, completely devoured by it.

The injuries previously caused by Captain Ma Shangwu's rocket launcher were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Its aura grew stronger and more potent.

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Meanwhile, the Dawn Camp was a scene of peace and tranquility.

The next morning, Zhou Che climbed down from the RV, yawning.

Just as he finished stretching, he bumped into Luo Xi, who was walking towards him.

"Good morning, Mr. Zhou."

Luo Xi stopped, nodded slightly at Zhou Che, her voice much softer than usual.

"Morning."

Zhou Che responded casually, his gaze sweeping over her.

He couldn't help but feel that Luo Xi was a bit different today.

In the past, she always wore a cold expression.

Exuding an aura that kept others at a distance, like a blade ready to be unsheathed at any moment.

Today, however, she had reined in much of that edge, and there was an indescribable evasiveness in her eyes.

Zhou Che scratched his head, not thinking too much about it.

A woman's heart is as deep as the sea; pondering that was less productive than figuring out what to have for lunch.

He shook his head and turned to walk towards the open space in the center of the camp.

The open space was already crowded with people.

Each Transcendent had brought the people they recommended, waiting eagerly for Zhou Che.

"Mr. Zhou is here!"

Someone shouted, and everyone quieted down, turning their gaze in unison toward Zhou Che.

"Line up, one by one."

Zhou Che waved his hand and sat down behind the table that had been prepared.

Without wasting words, he asked about each person's strengths and then casually bestowed the corresponding Sequence upon them.

Those skilled in fighting and daring to charge were given the Pugilist or Beastman Sequence;

Those who were meticulous and good at caring for others were given the Physician Sequence;

Those who were quick with their hands and good at repairing things were given the Mechanic Sequence.

One by one, ordinary people were transformed into Transcendents under the light from Zhou Che's fingertips.

Their faces filled with excitement and gratitude, they bowed deeply to Zhou Che.

In less than an hour, six new Transcendents were born.

The The Convoy's combat power had reached a new level.

The last person to step forward was a bespectacled, refined-looking young man.

"Mr. Zhou, my name is Xu Qing. Before the apocalypse, I was a graduate student at the Agricultural University, studying soil fertility and seed cultivation."

The young man pushed up his glasses and said somewhat nervously.

Zhou Che's eyes lit up.

Talk about perfect timing!

He had been worrying about not having anyone to plant the Ideal Grain seeds.

"Good! That's great!"

Zhou Che stood up and carefully pulled a small silk-wrapped box from his pocket.

He opened the box, revealing a plump, round seed inside that emitted a faint green glow.

It was the The Convoy's only Ideal Grain seed.

"Xiao Xu, I'm entrusting this seed to you."

Zhou Che placed the box in Xu Qing's hands and said solemnly, "This is the lifeline of our entire The Convoy. Whether we can eat fresh vegetables and white rice in the future all depends on you."

Xu Qing's hands trembled slightly as he held the seed, as if he were holding the most precious treasure in the world.

He certainly knew the importance of this seed.

Before this, the The Convoy had searched through every other The Convoy on the East Bank and hadn't managed to trade for a single Ideal Grain seed.

Now that Zhou Che had entrusted this only hope to him, this trust was heavier than a mountain.

"Mr. Zhou, you can rest assured!"

Xu Qing straightened his back, his tone as firm as an oath, "Even if I have to risk my life, I will definitely cultivate this seed well! I guarantee that everyone will be able to eat hot meals and be full!"

"Well said!"

Zhou Che patted his shoulder with satisfaction, "From now on, you'll be solely responsible for farming; you don't need to worry about any other chores. If you need any tools, fertilizer, or land, just speak to Captain Liu Ruyan. If anyone dares to withhold resources from you, come directly to me."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhou!"

Xu Qing's eyes reddened with excitement; he carefully clutched the seed and turned to run off.

He couldn't wait to find a plot of land and begin his grand farming enterprise.

Zhou Che watched his retreating figure and nodded with satisfaction.

With the food problem solved, half of the heavy burden in his heart had been lifted.

Just as he was about to return to the vehicle to rest for a while, he suddenly remembered something.

Right, there was also the Cloud-Rain Master Sequence.

Although this Sequence couldn't fight, its utility was maxed out.

It could gather dark clouds to bring rain, solving the most headache-inducing problem of water resources.

Zhou Che scanned the crowd and spotted a young man named Wang Hao.

This was the young man he had bestowed the Cloud-Rain Master Sequence upon.

"Wang Hao, come here."

Zhou Che beckoned him over.

Wang Hao was stunned for a moment, then quickly ran over, "Mr. Zhou, did you call me?"

Zhou Che smiled and said, "Make some rain for everyone so they can collect some water to use."

"You got it!"

Wang Hao responded excitedly and walked to the center of the open space.

He closed his eyes and channeled the power of the Cloud-Rain Master Sequence.

Not long after, a few dark clouds drifted over the previously clear sky.

The dark clouds gathered more and more, slowly condensing into a cluster.

"Rain!"

Wang Hao gave a low shout.

A light, drizzling rain began to fall from the sky.

The camp instantly erupted with excitement.

"It's raining! It's actually raining!"

"That's great! We finally have water to use!"

The survivors scrambled to take out buckets and basins, running into the rain to collect water.

Their faces were all blooming with smiles.

In the apocalypse, water was more precious than gold.

Usually, people couldn't bear to use too much water even for washing their faces, let alone bathing.

Wang Hao, seeing how happy everyone was, became enthusiastic too.

With a thought, he controlled the dark clouds in the sky, splitting them into small clouds the size of basins.

Each small cloud was precisely positioned over a bucket.

The rainwater fell into the buckets without losing a single drop, not wasting any at all.

"Impressive, Wang Hao!"

"Awesome! This is so precise!"

Everyone gave him a thumbs up, praising him.

Zhou Che watched this scene and chuckled.

This kid was quite clever.

With the Cloud-Rain Master Sequence, they would never have to worry about water again.

That afternoon, Zhou Che had a satisfying hot shower.

Ever since he last washed at the grassland lake, he hadn't felt this refreshed.

After his shower, he changed into clean clothes, feeling much more refreshed.

However, he didn't intend to let everyone live a life where they could take a bath every day.