Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 82 What sins did he commit?
After a short rest, the three continued their journey.

"Shouldn't you be with Zhang Yi and the others?" Song Jinhe asked. "Why are you alone?"

Speaking of this, Qi Sixing sighed deeply, "The only way we could take that road was through the tunnel, and it collapsed as soon as we went in, and there were zombies too."

“Dai Jia was too weak and couldn’t drive the car out, so we had to abandon the car and leave to avoid the zombies. Then we were separated by the zombies. I ran around in the mountains and couldn’t find the way back.”

Song Jinhe was silent for a moment, then said, "Dai Jia, she..."

Qi Sixing shook his head. "Brother Zhuang saw her condition; later on, her face turned deathly pale."

Then there was a moment of silence.

It's hard for anyone to feel bad when someone they've known for so long suddenly leaves. In just a few days, they've witnessed too much death.

Song Jinhe had been paying attention to the surroundings and had not yet noticed anything unusual.

But they hadn't gone far when another thunderstorm struck, signaling an impending storm.

Before they could find shelter from the rain, a torrent of raindrops poured down from the gray sky.

The lush leaves and weeds gleamed from the water, the water flowing down the gullies became increasingly rapid, and the road surface was slippery, requiring extreme caution to walk on.

Within minutes, the rain was so heavy that it almost fell in continuous streams through the leaves onto them, blurring their vision.
Song Jinhe and the others were wearing raincoats, and rainwater was seeping in through their collars. Qi Sixing's clothes covering his head were even worse; when the wind was blowing, he couldn't even open his eyes.

"This can't go on, we need to find somewhere to take shelter from the rain." He walked behind, rainwater swirling into his mouth as he spoke, his voice carried away by the wind.

This feeling is absolutely awful.

My whole body was numb with cold, and when I missed a step, I tumbled down.

"We're looking," Song Jinhe replied loudly, "but the terrain here is steep and full of pits, it's safer to climb over here quickly!"

She was also struggling, her feet sinking into the deep water, her weight mostly on Jiang Shi'an's hand.

Looking at the ravine several meters deep in the middle of the mountain, and the road that had suddenly been cut off.

Those two rickety, rotten logs in the middle look terrible.

Song Jinhe was stunned. This was supposed to be a road? Anyone who didn't know better would think they were trekking over mountains and valleys on their way to the Western Paradise to retrieve Buddhist scriptures.

"Be careful." Jiang Shi'an stepped onto the log first and whispered, "I'll go over there first and then catch you."

Song Jinhe nodded, then suddenly felt something was wrong and quickly grabbed his hand, "Wait, I haven't seen Qi Sixing for a while."

She said something was wrong. Qi Sixing was following behind them. The wind and rain were heavy, and the trees were lush. He hadn't noticed for a moment, and as they walked, suddenly someone was missing. He couldn't even hear his voice.

"It's really gone." Song Jinhe looked for a long time, but could only see trees in the wind and rain.

"Qi Sixing!" she called out twice, but no one answered.

This is bad; there's no way to determine when he lost track.

Is it the thing Qi Sixing mentioned that followed behind?
Now Song Jinhe felt a chill down her spine.

"Let's look back." Jiang Shi'an grabbed her hand, and together they retraced their steps.

The torrential rain and cold wind swept through the entire mountain forest, but the warmth transmitted from her hands reassured Song Jinhe considerably.

At this moment, in the deep and slippery pit, Qi Sixing screamed in despair, "Broken throat, broken throat, help!"

How unlucky could he be to fall into a pit with disgusting-looking worms while he was walking along peacefully?

The yellow mud next to it was wet and soft, and there was no foothold to climb up.

This pit must have been dug with his thing! With the rain so heavy, his voice can't carry at all!

What sins had he committed to deserve such misfortune? Qi Sixing gazed sadly at the lush trees around him. The abnormal rustling of the leaves sent chills down his spine. That strange stench was back; that thing hadn't given up.

"Qi Sixing!"

Just then, he suddenly heard a familiar voice, and excitedly stretched out his hand, responding at the top of his lungs, "I'm here—"

"I heard his voice." Song Jinhe looked at the landslide next to two pine trees that were almost vertically leaning.

The two went over and saw the collapsed yellow mud and half a footprint on it.

"I'm here! Sister Jinhe!"

Qi Sixing's voice came from below.

Song Jinhe moved to the side with fewer plants, looked at the man covered in mud who was excitedly baring his teeth, cut a sturdy vine and threw it down, together with Jiang Shi, they rescued him.

"How did you fall into such a big pit?" Song Jinhe tried her best not to laugh.

The key point is that the two of them had already gone ahead and scouted the way.

"I"

Qi Sixing wiped the mud off his face, his eyes revealing a clear sense of foolishness, and said hesitantly, "Well, I thought the trees over here looked rather strange, so I wanted to take a look and maybe I could find something. I had only taken two steps when I fell in."

His voice trailed off, and Song Jinhe gestured a number to him, "6."

"Follow closely."

Qi Sixing nodded.

Even if you beat him to death this time, he wouldn't dare to look around here.

Back in front of the log bridge made of two pieces of wood, Qi Sixing looked puzzled. "Can such thin pieces of wood really work?"

"Going through them one by one should work."

While the two were talking, Jiang Shi'an had already walked over, or rather, jumped over. He simply placed his foot in the middle, and his nimble movements stunned the two people behind him for two seconds.

Next up is Song Jinhe. The wooden platform under her feet isn't fixed to either side, so it starts to wobble as soon as she steps on it.

The soil clods on the mountainside were covered with a layer of dark green moss, making it much more difficult to fall down than Qi Sixing had just climbed up.

Moreover, if there were two stones embedded at this height, a person who hit them would be either killed or crippled.

Whether from the cold or nervousness, Song Jinhe's legs were trembling like wood. A cold wind whistled through her feet, and the dark, deep ravine seemed like a ferocious beast with its jaws wide open, waiting for her to fall in.

Holding her breath, she finally made it to the middle and immediately took Jiang Shi'an's outstretched hand for support.

Then, she felt a force pull her forward, crashing into a solid chest, her cheek brushing against the water droplets on her raincoat, leaving a few cool sensations.

Song Jinhe breathed a deep sigh of relief; it felt so good to have her feet firmly planted on the ground.

Qi Sixing is not doing so well.

He glanced at the two people opposite him, not daring to hope that he could be picked up like Song Jinhe. If it were him, it would be a miracle if Jiang Shi'an even paid him any attention.

He could only wipe away the rain and proceed cautiously.

The two logs swayed even more violently, and Song Jinhe stood under the tree, her gaze towards the green bushes growing increasingly solemn.

Something just passed by there, and it was moving very fast.

She finally understood why Qi Sixing was so terrified and paranoid.

(End of this chapter)