Chapter 926 - 646: Greenhouse Construction in Progress

Boundary of Yun and Chuan.

Shao City, Guan County, Five Villages.

A long convoy, dozens of vehicles.

Winding along the mountain road.

Originally, this area was located on a plateau. If they didn’t pass through the tunnel, they would have to take the rugged mountain road.

This mountain road was previously repaired with concrete, but after Doomsday, under the destruction of natural disasters, the road became full of potholes, with rocks falling from the sides, blocking the path ahead.

After receiving Zhou Xiaou’s message, Liu Cunyi and Zhou Zhisheng immediately turned onto this road from the fork.

There’s no way to take the tunnel; they could only use this rural road.

But this rural road is not as easy to navigate as imagined.

Stopping countless times along the way, each time needing to get out and clear the fallen rocks ahead.

Watching the sun slanting westward, their hearts become more anxious.

"Liu, this road you mentioned is not just two hours longer." Zhou Zhisheng couldn’t help but say over the walkie-talkie to Liu Cunyi when the vehicle stopped to clear the road yet again.

Liu Cunyi’s mouth tasted bitter; he only calculated the detour time, not how challenging the road was.

He felt helpless too; how do the roads in Doomsday become like this?

At this moment, he missed the pre-Doomsday road maintenance teams immensely; at least with them around, the roads wouldn’t have such issues.

"Ah, there’s no choice. If we took the tunnel, it’s indeed faster and easier, but you know there are zombies inside. Going in is suicide," Liu Cunyi replied, recognizing the complaint in Zhou Zhisheng’s voice, with a tone of helplessness.

He also wanted to arrive quickly.

Zhou Zhisheng sighed deeply and said, "We definitely won’t make it today. Since it’s not happening today, let’s spend more time finding a suitable place to camp. I think not being too close to cities is good; this countryside area is quite nice."

Liu Cunyi hesitated; he had certainly considered this issue.

Though they brought gasoline and diesel, both people and vehicles require water.

They needed to find a place to refuel, so he took out the map and carefully looked it over.

He said to Zhou Zhisheng, "Let’s camp at the driver’s school ahead, at the edge of a small town. There’s a river there, just at the intersection of the highway and this road. What do you think?"

Zhou Zhisheng thought for a moment and said, "Alright, Xiaou should be in that area too. The last time we could contact him, he seemed to be by a river."

"Alright, that’s settled. Let’s go over and have a look first."

The rural road winds.

In the mountainous region, the rugged cement road shook them aboard the vehicles endlessly.

The older passengers couldn’t help but vomit from the bumps.

Inside the car, after vomiting, there’s a strong rancid smell of stomach acid.

A chain reaction.

The other passengers inside, smelling it, also vomited.

Ascending and descending, turning left and right.

Combined with the ups and downs, tossing a person into the air, then the next second, dropping them back onto the seat.

The food in their stomachs churned.

In Zhou Zhisheng’s vehicle, a sour vomit smell permeated.

Zhou Zhisheng covered his nose, his eyes burning from the stench, finally couldn’t stand it and opened the window.

The cold wind outside, coupled with the vehicle’s movement, made it feel even colder.

In the mountains, the temperature was not high.

Around zero degrees, the cold wind made him shiver all over.

But the fresh air blew in, taking away the rancid vomit smell and refreshing him.

"Dad, you should drink some water." Zhou Zhisheng, seeing his father suffering in the backseat, spoke not with complaint, but concern.

"Okay. wretch—"

A mouthful of half-digested food shot out from his mouth.

Some bits of vomit landed on Zhou Zhisheng’s clothes; he frowned and said to the young sister next to his father, "Sis, give Dad a bag."

However, after witnessing their father’s vomit, the young sister couldn’t hold it in and vomited violently.

Wretch, wretch—

Watching the black and yellow half-digested food.

Zhou Zhisheng couldn’t hold it either, but he forcibly swallowed back the mouthful.

Food was scarce; vomiting seemed wasteful.

He opened the window wider and told the driver, "Slow down; everyone’s getting sick from the bumps."

The driver also struggled with the rancid smell, so he opened the window to let in fresh air from outside.

Reducing the speed.

Only then did the passengers feel better, enduring the clearing of the mess inside the car.

The cold wind outside was biting.

The whistling wind felt like needles piercing his skin.

"Cough, cough—"

He heard coughing from his father behind.

Thinking about his father’s age, enduring the bumps in recent days, his body couldn’t cope well. Now the cold wind made it easier for him to fall ill.

In Doomsday, falling ill is no joking matter.

He closed the window mostly, then inhaled the outside air through a small opening left.

......

Half an hour later, they finally arrived at the fork.

The walkie-talkie finally achieved coverage ten minutes before, and they contacted Zhou Xiaou.

And they told him to check first at the driver’s school on the edge of An Town to see if it’s safe.

By the riverside, by the highway.

From the broken cement road, they finally returned to the highway.

This highway used to feel terrible to walk on, but compared to the previous small road, it’s incredibly smooth.