Today's migration wasn't very fast.

By three in the afternoon, the convoy had already stopped.

This sort of situation wasn't uncommon.

The entire migration route wasn't very long.

To put it in perspective, they'd traveled less than a hundred kilometers from that unfinished building.

Chu Che had said, "You'll understand when night falls," which had piqued Chen Ye's curiosity.

But no matter how much Chen Ye pressed.

Chu Che refused to let even a hint slip.

When pressed too hard, he'd just turn and walk away.

Chen Ye could only curse under his breath, "That sly old fox."

Tonight's chosen campsite was yet another abandoned construction project.

The campsite was enclosed by a simple ring of walls.

Inside were the standard construction site prefab metal houses.

A few doors still had their nameplates partially attached, bearing inscriptions like "Project Manager's Office."

When the convoy arrived here.

This place had long been deserted.

When the wind blew, the doors of the metal houses swayed precariously, letting out creaking, grating sounds.

The courtyard was overgrown with weeds taller than a man.

Even the weeds had turned yellow now - one big fire would be enough to ignite these weeds into blazing orange flames this winter.

Beside the metal houses was a construction site where only the foundation had been dug.

But that too was choked with weeds.

Compared to the past days when they could only pitch tents using the vehicles as windbreaks.

Now, having actual rooms to stay in made the survivors feel incredibly fortunate.

If they could have a room, no one wanted to sleep in a vehicle or a tent.

The weeds in the courtyard could also be used for kindling.

The convoy entered this abandoned project base.

The survivors quickly got to work.

They charged into those deserted metal houses, managing to find some hard hats and a few tattered, torn clothes.

There were also some rolled-up, dust-covered blueprints.

Xue Nan also arranged for people to start harvesting the weeds in the courtyard.

Tonight's dinner would rely on the weeds from this courtyard for the cooking fire.

The further south they went, the more of these abandoned project sites they encountered.

Before the apocalypse, the most economically developed areas were covered with villages and towns.

Even if they weren't heading to those economically thriving big cities, just the villages and towns scattered everywhere were enough to annihilate any convoy.

Fortunately, the Xi City they'd chosen this time wasn't in that most economically developed belt.

The survivors busied themselves for a while, and soon evening arrived.

Chu Che, Chen Ye, Iron Lion, and Gong Yong chose a metal house to share.

Sun Xixi, Xu Lina, Ding Dong, and the others picked another metal house.

The remaining metal houses were occupied by the rest of the survivors.

A cheerful atmosphere rose in the camp.

By dinner time, the sky had already gone completely dark.

"Squad Leader Chu, it's nighttime now, right? Can you tell me?"

"It's only eight. The time isn't right yet!"

"It's nine. Still can't say?"

"Only nine? Too early."

"It's ten, Squad Leader Chu. Can you talk now?"

"Not yet. Wait a little longer. I'll tell you at midnight!"

Iron Lion had already fallen asleep, snoring, clearly lost in dreams.

Gong Yong wanted to ask what was going on.

But seeing that Chu Che wouldn't even tell Chen Ye, he knew that if he went to ask himself, Captain Chu definitely wouldn't tell him either.

And so, midnight finally arrived.

"Ahem... Squad Leader Chu, can you speak now?"

It wasn't that Chen Ye absolutely had to know what was happening.

But rather, he had a feeling this matter seemed related to something he'd been wanting to do all along.

That's why he was so concerned.

Chu Che saw the somewhat unfriendly look in Chen Ye's eyes and knew that if he kept being secretive at this point.

Chen Ye was probably going to lose his temper.

Given how savage this guy could be, he probably wouldn't come out on top if things escalated.

"Ahem... Yezi... Actually..."

Just as Chu Che was about to speak, Chen Ye's brow furrowed slightly.

And then Chu Che saw Chen Ye instantly dissolve into wisps of green smoke.

At that moment, in the courtyard.

A figure dressed in black, as light and agile as a civet cat, slowly crept over.

This person was about 170 centimeters tall, wearing a pair of crystal high heels on their feet.

They were dressed in a full set of black clothing. The upper half was a black hoodie, completely plain with no pattern.

The lower half was a pair of loose black sweatpants.

Except for those crystal high heels, which looked somewhat out of place.

But it was precisely this incongruous pair of crystal high heels that made her as light as a civet cat.

Every single one of her movements made no sound at all.

It was as if she had merged completely with the night itself.

When she scaled the courtyard wall, she moved like a falling leaf.

After briefly surveying the situation in the courtyard, she began to quietly creep toward Chen Ye's Monster Pickup Truck.

Inside the Monster Pickup Truck, a large clump of tentacles had curled up into a ball on the seat, dozing off, its body even expanding and contracting like a kitten's.

Several tentacles were also draped over the tires.

As if sensing something, the tips of the tentacles suddenly perked up like a kitten's ears, as if trying to detect something.

Suddenly, all the tentacles instantly retracted.

The civet-like figure in black also seemed to notice something was wrong. She stopped, carefully scrutinizing the surroundings for a long moment.

Then she quietly crept toward Chen Ye's vehicle again.

This person slowly approached the Monster Pickup Truck, peering inside carefully, as if searching for something.

Just then, green smoke coalesced beside her.

She immediately froze, her beautiful eyes instantly locking onto where the green smoke was gathering.

Then, without a second thought, she threw a punch.

Her reaction was incredibly fast...

From within the green smoke, a large hand suddenly shot out and grabbed her fist. A faint red glow flickered briefly on the large hand.

A figure was knocked out of the green smoke.

It was Chen Ye!

Chen Ye staggered back several steps before dissolving back into green smoke and disappearing.

At the same time, several arms reached out from under the Monster Pickup Truck's chassis, frantically surging toward the black-clad figure.

The black-clad figure took a deep look at where Chen Ye had vanished, a faint sound of surprise escaping her lips.

"How bold!!!"

At that moment, a flash of sword light roared out from one of the metal houses, hurtling straight toward the black-clad figure.

The black-clad figure stared intently at this sword light, a flicker of gravity passing through her eyes.

She felt like measuring herself against this sword light.

But now wasn't the time. The black-clad figure moved like lightning, dodging the incoming tentacles, and pushed off the ground with force.

That pair of crystal high heels emitted a hazy aura, tracing a perfect arc through the air, as fast as a beam of light.

Chen Ye reappeared on the other side. By now, a thick fog had filled the courtyard.

Chen Ye watched the exaggerated curve of that hip silhouette that flashed past the courtyard wall.

And those crystal high heels!

Who else could it be but that vixen!

Chen Ye looked at his slightly trembling hand.

Just now, when he was about to take form from within the green smoke.

That woman's reaction speed was the fastest he'd ever seen in his life, terrifyingly quick.

No wonder she was a Sequence 4 ancient martial artist.

And, according to that defector who had come over.

That woman had already been at Sequence 4 for a very long time.

If he wanted to be more specific, she was probably at mid-to-late Sequence 4.

And that punch - even though it was thrown hastily by that woman, it had still made Chen Ye's left hand tremble slightly at this moment.

That punch... was incredibly strong...

What surprised Chen Ye even more was that his left hand had actually been able to block it.

After all, Chen Ye wasn't a superhuman known for close combat prowess.

Close combat had always been Chen Ye's weakness.

But now he could actually block that hastily thrown punch.

Even if it was barely.

Still, her level was higher than his, and she was an ancient martial artist, a powerful close-combat sequence.

Chen Ye looked at the faint red glow shimmering on his left hand.

Was this the effect of the Blood Moon First Set of Broadcast Calisthenics he'd been practicing lately?

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