Apocalypse: Why did you provoke her? She's a cultivator.

Chapter 76 Sudden accident
The sound was quite far away from Ye Qiumian and the others, so it didn't affect them.

Nan Shaohua and his group were too lazy to pay attention to those people anymore.

I wasted a lot of time teaching those road rage sufferers a lesson.

The road ahead was occupied by many electric bikes and bicycles.

Fortunately, the convoy ahead was not going very fast, and the distance between the bicycles and the trucks was not far.

Therefore, Chu Qingyang drove slowly and did not honk the horn to urge them on.

Besides drivers, there were also dense crowds of pedestrians on the highway.

Those people carried large and small bags, walking tirelessly on the road.

The clouds in the sky shone with a faint light, and although it wasn't scorching hot weather, the air felt unusually hot.

The people hurrying along the roadside were drenched in sweat, with large beads of sweat constantly sliding down their faces.

Those people are pedaling their bicycles hard.

Their clothes were completely soaked, as if they had just been pulled out of the water.

This is not the case in SUVs, where they have plenty of gasoline stored.

Turning on the air conditioner is still an option.

Ye Qiumian released her divine sense and glanced at the people on the highway.

Surprisingly, I saw quite a few familiar faces.

Even the girl who almost bumped into her that morning was among the migrating crowd.

She was carrying a black backpack and had her hair tied in a ponytail, looking capable and efficient.

Those eyes, scanning the surroundings, were filled with vigilance.

It was as if they were on guard against someone.

Ye Qiu Mian only glanced at it before shifting her divine sense away.

It then landed on an elderly woman holding two children not far away.

At this moment, the old man was holding two children's hands. Although he was covered in sweat, his expression revealed a hint of happiness.

He had a black bag slung over his shoulder.

It's probably the black steamed buns he bought at Zhenchanglou.

A smile involuntarily crept onto Ye Qiumian's lips as she silently withdrew her divine sense.

The off-road vehicle continued to move slowly forward, and as time passed, more and more people appeared on the road.

The long highway was filled with a moving crowd.

The crowd was densely packed, each person carrying supplies and pots and pans on their shoulders and backs.

The iron pots and pans clattered together, making a clanging sound, and the water cup hanging on his body swayed with his steps.

Some were pushing suitcases, the contents of which were unknown, and they frequently attracted the covetous gazes of others.

This migrating group, full of life and warmth, moved slowly through the dust.

It stretches far into the distance, with no end in sight.

The crowd moved slowly, with many people stopping to rest before continuing their journey.

In short, on the highway, some people rest while others keep moving forward.

The off-road vehicle drove for eight hours straight.

As night fell, the highway was pitch black, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

During this period, Chu Qingyang had Nan Shaohua and Shen Yujie take turns driving for a while.

After dark, people walking on the highway in the dark moved slower and slower.

Until the car could barely move anymore.

Many impatient drivers started honking their horns frantically to drive away the people blocking their cars.

Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out ahead.

Screams and cries could be heard from time to time.

Shen Yujie stepped on the brakes and looked straight ahead. "It seems like something has happened up ahead."

Chu Qingyang, who had been resting with his eyes closed, slowly opened them. "I'll get out of the car and go take a look ahead." With that, Chu Qingyang got out of the car and walked towards the direction of the commotion.

As he approached, he witnessed an extremely horrific scene.

There were two mangled bodies lying on the ground, their brains splattered and blood flowing everywhere.

There was a black car on the right, its front end was bumped into the rear of another black car.

The front and rear of both cars were completely smashed.

The people in the two cars were facing off, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

A woman with disheveled hair knelt on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably as she watched her loved one's brains splatter.

As she cried, she suddenly looked up at the culprit who had killed her loved one, her eyes flashing with intense madness.

The woman suddenly stood up from the ground, her eyes filled with ruthlessness.

She suddenly conjured a sharp knife and stabbed it fiercely at one of the tattooed men.

Sensing danger, the tattooed man turned around, revealing a fierce face.

He scoffed and swung a vine, instantly throwing the woman away.

The woman fell onto the abandoned car, hitting a protruding piece of sheet metal.

In that instant, the woman screamed in agony. She lay sprawled on the abandoned car, and bright red blood slowly oozed from her stomach.

The woman quickly fainted and then gradually stopped breathing.

Those around him were terrified, their eyes filled with fear as they looked at the tattooed man.

They quickly moved far away from the scene, and no one dared to seek justice from the tattooed man.

The three people in the black car that was hit were clearly not good people either.

Even after seeing the tattooed man kill the woman, he remained unfazed.

In the post-apocalyptic world, how often do we see things like this?

The three brothers have struggled and persevered to survive to this day.

Of course, they also have their own trump cards.

"Tell me, you've wrecked my car like this, what are you going to do about it?"

The tattooed man sneered, looking all high and mighty.

"Get out of the way, I don't have time to argue with you guys."

The tattooed man arrogantly stepped forward, his nostrils flared, and said, "Want me to pay? Keep dreaming."

No sooner had these arrogant words been spoken than the man standing between the two men suddenly reached out and broke the tattooed man's arm.

Its speed was so fast, like a flash of lightning, that it was impossible to see clearly.

The tattooed man's face turned deathly pale instantly. He swung out a vine with his other hand, attempting to bind the person in front of him.

However, the man in black in front of him had a cold smile on his thin lips.

The next second, he moved his hand, and the tattooed man's neck was snapped.

The man in black released his grip and clapped his hands lightly, as if he had touched something dirty.

The tattooed man lay limp and boneless on the ground, his head twisted in a bizarre way.

His slightly bulging eyes revealed a hint of fear and regret; he died with his eyes wide open.

The two men beside him stepped forward and groped the tattooed man's body.

He quickly pulled out a pack of opened cigarettes.

The man threw it on the ground with a look of disgust, then opened the car door of the man with the tattooed arm.

A bag of crystal cores, two suitcases of supplies, and a 10-liter can of gasoline were found in the car.

Finally, the two men also drained the gasoline from the tattooed man's car.

Seeing that they couldn't find anything, the man in black gestured for the two men to get in the car, then started the engine and drove off.

When the three killers left, the people around rushed forward.

(End of this chapter)