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"Here it comes again!" the lookout shouted suddenly, nearly losing his balance and falling over the railing.
A few of them hurried over to see a bright beam of light shining once more. A dusty yet strikingly blue sedan sped towards them, its headlights dazzling and leaving a trail of dust in its wake.
"Get ready!" Song Yao's expression changed, his heart racing. Just moments ago, there had been gunfire, and now this strange car was approaching. Had the three of them encountered trouble?
Just as the armed youths were about to open fire, the Azure Blue Sedan suddenly slammed to a stop, performing a flashy 360-degree spin. The tires screeched against the ground, leaving long marks as it skidded to a halt right next to the railing. The window rolled down slowly, and the deafening heavy metal music from inside accompanied Jin Bo's smug expression, startling everyone.
"Xiao Jin!" Luci nearly spat out blood in disbelief. Just moments ago, they had approached with trepidation, and now he was back like a hero.
"I hit the jackpot!" Jin Bo laughed heartily, turning off the music as he jumped out of the car. He quickly recounted what had happened earlier, snatched Luci's water bottle for a quick drink, wiped his mouth, and dashed back inside without forgetting to shout, "Keep an eye on the car; I'll be right back!"
Song Yao and the others exchanged glances, staring at the car before them as if they had turned into stone statues in the night breeze.
Wu Wentao and Song Jiu were discussing how to deal with the man below who was shouting incessantly.
Old Wu suggested they ignore him; they had already secured the car and should leave quickly to find a larger vehicle. Song Jiu hesitated; although they had agreed not to waste time on the road, something felt off. Gasoline, medicine, clean water, and weapons—these four items were undeniably crucial in today's world. Without hesitation, he decided to send out a vehicle with a full tank of gas. Tsk tsk tsk, that was indeed quite extravagant.
Before the two could reach a conclusion in their discussion, Jin Bo returned at high speed. Seeing them still arguing in place made him pause for a moment before bursting into laughter.
"Hahaha! Let's get that guy up here!" Jin Bo's personality was such that he would fight fiercely against enemies but turned jovial when dealing with someone cooperative and harmless.
"What do we care about him?" Wu Wentao said helplessly. It was supposed to be a simple task but had become unnecessarily complicated.
In high spirits, Jin Bo ignored Wu Wentao's displeasure and walked over to the barrier. He squinted at the steep cliff below for a while before calling out, "Hey! Where are you?"
"Over here! Over here!" The male voice sounded desperate as if clinging to a lifeline. He waved his arms vigorously, almost on the verge of tears. "I knew there’s true compassion in this world! Please pull me up; I really can’t hold on much longer!"
"Where are you?" Jin Bo still couldn't spot him; everything below was pitch black except for some indistinct vegetation growing on the cliffside.
"Look by your feet! There are rock spikes and ropes under the barrier!" The man sounded frantic now. A rustling noise came from beneath the barrier where indeed something moved among the wild grass.
Song Jiu raised an eyebrow, growing increasingly curious. He remembered seeing similar items not long ago; wasn't that girl named Yang Chun Yue under Jin Bo's command an expert climber?
Wu Wentao saw that the two had made up their minds and could no longer insist. With no other choice, he could only remind them to stay alert while he stepped aside, continuing to keep a watchful eye on the surroundings.
The clouds gradually dispersed, revealing the shy side of the bright moon. Silver light poured down, cloaking the lush mountains across the ravine in a frost-like mist.
Jin Bo swung his knife to clear the weeds and bent down to take a look. Sure enough, he found two ropes twisted together at the edge of the roadbed, secured with rock nails above and below. Between the two ropes was a small pulley that looked precarious. Jin Bo sniffed and gave Song Jiu a glance. Understanding, Song Jiu moved closer to Jin Bo's side, throwing the Steel Saw Blade like a flying knife, leaving only a sturdy handgun in his hand. Although he wasn't very skilled with guns, he figured it wouldn't be too much of a problem at close range.
Jin Bo shouted and grabbed the tangled ropes, pulling upwards. His face turned red as he cursed, "Why is this so heavy?"
"Big brother, how are you pulling it?" came a voice from below, unwilling to back down. "Don't pull both at once; pull the red one!"
"Damn it, if you keep talking nonsense, I'll cut the rope for you." Jin Bo's face flushed again as he distinguished the colors and exerted himself once more. This time it was easier to pull; every time he tugged, the black rope on the other side of the pulley would slide downwards. Before long, they saw a figure slowly being dragged up from below the cliff.
Wu Wentao squatted on the opposite side of the road, smoking a cigarette with an expression that seemed carved from wood. Hearing footsteps approaching from the road, he turned his head and felt a surge of blood rise in his throat.
"What’s going on?" Luci called out from afar upon seeing the three of them safe and sound. With his heart finally at ease, he noticed Jin Bo bent over, straining to pull something, which piqued his curiosity even more.
Song Yao and Luo Yu hurried over. Before they could ask anything, they saw Wu Wentao let out a long sigh and shake his head as he walked down towards the road.
"Where are you going?"
"To take a piss."
"What is Jiu Jiu doing?" Luo Yu leaned closer to Song Jiu and looked him up and down but saw no obvious injuries.
Jin Bo turned his head to look but was about to laugh when he noticed several subordinates staring wide-eyed at him. He immediately snapped, "What are you looking at? Come help!"
Two minutes later, suddenly a hand reached up from below the roadbed, gripping tightly onto a protruding concrete block. Moments later, a second hand followed.
Song Jiu glanced at those hands and froze in shock. "It's a woman."
"Ah," Jin Bo was taken aback as well and turned to look; his expression changed instantly.
Although the night was dark, in an open area visibility was not greatly affected. For now, they couldn't tell whether those hands were pale or not, but they were indeed delicate-looking—long fingers with nails painted in vibrant candy colors, well-proportioned and quite beautiful. Before either of them could react further, the owner of those hands finally poked her head up.
Long hair flowing, with a delicate face, adorned eyebrows and eyes, and lips that seemed to glisten.
Jin Bo swallowed hard, staring at the fresh-faced model in front of him, his mind echoing with the angry voice of a man from earlier.
"You..." Jin Bo felt a bit flustered. Could it be that he was really seeing ghosts?
The model pushed herself up, bouncing slightly before extending her slender, beautiful arm towards Song Jiu, who was also staring blankly. Her red lips parted as a slightly hoarse male voice emerged, "Give me a hand."
Boom!
The crowd surrounding them felt as if their minds had been struck by thunder.
Jin Bo struggled to swallow again; his grip loosened, and the rope slipped from his hands. The Male Voice Beauty let out a startled cry and quickly clung to the ground, glaring at Jin Bo while cursing, "Are you trying to kill me? Pull me up!"
After a brief moment of shock, the Male Voice Beauty finally managed to return to solid ground, ignoring the astonished gazes of those around. Initially wary of the few young men holding guns nearby, he soon realized they had no intention of tearing him apart. Relieved, he dusted off the dirt from his clothes, unfastened the safety harness at his waist, shook his long hair free, and crossed his arms with an expression that seemed to challenge the onlookers.
"Hey there, big brother or big sister," Jin Bo tilted his head back. Standing at 1.7 meters tall, he could only look up at her towering figure of nearly 1.9 meters.
"What are you all standing around for? Haven't you finished yet?" Wu Wentao returned after taking a leak. Seeing the crowd gathered by the railing, he curiously squeezed into the group and froze when he raised his eyes.
The focus of attention, the Male Voice Beauty, turned to Wu Wentao with a hint of surprise flashing across his exquisite face. "Damn, it's really you guys."
""
"Who are you?" Even Wu Wentao, who had experienced many storms in life, felt a bit dazed at this moment; he didn't recognize this person at all.
Song Yao's eyes flickered as he recalled Yuan An and Ying Dou Dou's earlier guesses. He spoke up, "Were you the one who drove out of the tunnel?"
"Yeah." The Male Voice Beauty nodded. Seeing everyone still looking at him oddly, he helplessly spread his hands and asked, "Have you seen enough?"
"Ahem." Song Jiu finally snapped back to reality. While surprised, he also felt a bit embarrassed; they were making too much fuss over nothing. Although there was quite a contrast between the voice and appearance, it wasn't anything too outrageous. Clearing his throat twice, he waved his hand to disperse the crowd: "Let's head back; no need to stand around here."
The crowd turned silently away but glanced back repeatedly, clearly curious about what they had just witnessed. What kind of strange situation was this—pulling a rough woman up from the bottom of a cliff?
"What are you?" Song Jiu frowned as he looked at this stylish yet somewhat disheveled Tall Woman, unsure how to approach her with questions.
Male Voice Beauty glanced at Song Jiu and smirked, "Thanks to you all, I almost became a corpse."
"Let's go, don't waste time," Wu Wentao said, his mood unchanged. Strange as it was, there was no real threat; after all, they had acquired a vehicle, which could be considered a gain.
"Where are you headed?" Male Voice Beauty looked at Wu Wentao, noticing that the others didn't respond. She continued, "I saw quite a few people die in the tunnel. Do you have a doctor?"
"The tunnel?" Wu Wentao squinted, puzzled. "You saw that?"
"Yeah, I observed up close. You're pretty impressive," Male Voice Beauty said, giving a thumbs-up as she swayed her hips toward them. "I don't want the car anymore. If you have a doctor, could you help us out?"
"No time," Wu Wentao turned to leave.
"Hey, why are you like this? Your people hurt our companion, and I even offered you a car. What's wrong with borrowing a doctor?" Male Voice Beauty protested, standing in the middle of the road and starting to argue back, her initial fear from the gunshots completely gone.
Song Yao and the others looked equally confused. What was going on? In this day and age, who had the audacity to provoke Wu Wentao like that without fearing he might throw a peanut at them?
"Your companion?" Luci caught on to something amiss and frowned. "Are those Zombies your pets?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Male Voice Beauty replied, somewhat speechless. "When you charged out, you were killing and hitting everyone. My companion got slashed by one of your people."
""
"What were you doing in the tunnel?" Song Jiu finally pieced it together. It turned out that the car hadn't come from the other end of the tunnel; they had been right at the entrance all along. They had encountered Zombies, completely oblivious to the long line of blockage in the dark tunnel. Perhaps while they were frantically fleeing, this woman had been sitting in one of the cars watching the show.
Male Voice Beauty shrugged, indicating she had no further information to share. Seeing that they still showed no intention of helping, she grew anxious and said, "I know you have a doctor; can’t you be a little less stingy?"
"Why should I help you?" Wu Wentao was getting annoyed. Wasting time here in the middle of the night was truly pointless.
"How about an exchange? What do you need? As long as we have it."
"Do you have gasoline?" Wu Wentao asked cautiously.
"Sure thing! You tell me how many vehicles you've got, and I'll give you that much fuel." Male Voice Beauty appeared relieved, as if the gasoline she was missing was nothing significant to her at all.
"Stop joking around," Jin Bo said, rolling his eyes at her and muttering, "Your family runs an oil field."
"That's right," the Male Voice Beauty nodded as if it were obvious.
"What about supplies?" Song Jiu chimed in, following up on the conversation.
"Food and clean water, distributed per person," came the reply.
The situation had become a bit strange. The sudden arrival of a car had already made Song Jiu quite happy, and now there was an oil tycoon making grand promises to the Male Voice Beauty. Song Jiu was skeptical; everything that had happened was too bizarre. Besides her astonishment, there remained an undeniable doubt. Was it really a coincidence that she found herself hanging off a cliff in the middle of the night, just as they were nearby and would return?
As if sensing Song Jiu's doubts, the Male Voice Beauty said calmly, "If you don't want to, that's fine. Just give me back my car, and I'll find another doctor. It's amusing how it seems like you are the only ones with a physician."
"Where will you go to find one?" Wu Wentao, who had been eager to leave, suddenly became interested.
"You can't be serious. I've answered so many questions already, and look at you all being so petty," the Male Voice Beauty huffed arrogantly.
Song Jiu hesitated for a moment before gathering with Wu Wentao and the others to whisper, "What do you think?"
"I have no thoughts on it. It's quite surprising to run into a Survivor here, but it’s not useful; we shouldn't waste time," Jin Bo said dismissively, feeling uninterested due to the contrast of the situation. "It's too risky to engage with someone whose background is unclear."
Wu Wentao chuckled softly; after all, who had insisted on pulling someone up just moments ago? Noticing Song Jiu looking at him, he pondered aloud, "Let's go take a look."
"Oh?" This time it was Jin Bo who was surprised. Hadn't he just said not to waste time?
Song Jiu smiled lightly, revealing an understanding expression as she whispered, "You think it's them too?"
"There's a possibility," Wu Wentao nodded. "It's worth a try. We don't need too many people; just a quick scout will do."
Jin Bo was left confused and asked, "What are you two talking about?"
Song Jiu and Wu Wentao exchanged knowing glances and simultaneously uttered four words: "Zombie stronghold."
"Hey, have you two finished discussing?" the Male Voice Beauty interrupted impatiently as he strode over. "Either lend me your doctor or give me back my car."
"I'm Song Jiu, and what should I call you?" Song Jiu winked at the two and turned to extend his hand toward her.
The Male Voice Beauty was taken aback for a moment, but then her expression softened as she gently shook his hand and said, "Yang Xiaomeng."
"Miss Yang, where is your camp?" Song Jiu glanced at the deep chasm beyond the barrier and asked curiously, "Is it down there?"
"Yes," Yang Xiaomeng replied, suddenly feeling a bit strange. The shift in attitude among the three seemed too abrupt, and she vaguely sensed a hint of conspiracy. However, it was just a fleeting thought; she didn't take it too seriously. With a smile, she raised her delicate fingers and said, "Just to correct you, I'm a man—a genuine guy through and through."
Bang!
With a dull thud, the beautiful genuine guy fell to the ground. Wu Wentao shook his shoulders and wiped the gunstock with the hem of his clothing.
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