Chapter 170, Thanks to the Immortals' Blessings

Chapter 170, Thanks to the Immortals' Blessings

Inside a small, isolated room in the building.

The altar was filled with offerings to the protective household gods.

An elderly woman with silver hair was kneeling in front of the altar, murmuring prayers.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open.

A voice came from outside, asking, "Aunt Yang, what's your granddaughter's name?"

The elderly woman stood up from the ground and turned around, saying, "Wang Ke. Why? Is there news about her?"

"A lot of cars have arrived outside. They say your granddaughter has come to pick you up."

The elderly woman stood up, her tone filled with doubt. "Really?"

"Would I joke about something like this? They're using the loudspeaker, saying they're here to pick you up," the man continued.

The elderly woman collapsed to her knees.

She knelt again before the altar, repeatedly bowing her head. "Thank you, great immortals, for protecting my granddaughter. Thank you, all the immortals."

She bowed several more times.

Finally, she stood up and said, "My granddaughter's name is Wang Ke. She works at the district hospital."

"Well, let's go outside. If it really is your granddaughter, you can go with them. Judging by their convoy, they seem to be living much better than we are here," the man said.

Although the gathering point had some supplies,

It was still a remote, small place.

Eventually, the food would run out.

Having an elderly person here was a burden. Even though she was a respected figure in the village, known for her fortune-telling, they'd only been taking care of her to avoid offending her.

Now that her granddaughter was here to pick her up, it was also a relief for the gathering point.

"Alright, give me a moment." The elderly woman knelt once again, murmuring more prayers, before carefully packing away the statues of the gods.

She followed the man out of the small room.

......

After two rounds of calling out,

There was still no response.

Wang Ke sighed and said, "Sister Hong, that's enough. It seems my grandmother isn't here. We should head back. Everyone has already done so much for me."

Li Yanhong sighed softly as well, picking up the radio and preparing to have the convoy turn around.

Suddenly, a voice came over the loudspeaker from the building's wall.

"Have Wang Ke come out, let us take a look."

Everyone's eyes lit up, and they immediately looked at Wang Ke, who was sitting in the back seat.

Wu Heng said, "Get out of the car and let them take a look. Don't go too close."

It was unlikely they had snipers, so a distant look should be safe enough.

Wang Ke nodded, opened the car door, and walked out.

She waved her hand from a distance toward the building.

The people on the building seemed to discuss something quietly.

Then the gates opened, and an elderly woman carrying bundles of belongings stepped out.

She looked a bit disheveled, but her steps were steady.

Wang Ke's face immediately lit up with excitement, and she quickly walked toward her.

It seemed they had really found her family.

Wu Heng turned to Li Yanhong and said, "Have Wang Ke and her grandmother sit in the back of the van. No need for them to stay outside and get startled by anything."

"Oh, right." Li Yanhong picked up the loudspeaker and said, "Wang Ke, take your grandmother to sit in the back of the van."

Wang Ke helped her grandmother, who was still clutching unnecessary items, complaining as she led her to the van.

She gave an "OK" hand sign through the window before walking with her grandmother toward the van.

Meanwhile, inside the building,

A man came out and approached the front of the convoy, leaning into the window to speak.

Soon, Qiangzi's voice came through the radio, "Sister Hong, they're asking which route we came in from and what it's like outside."

Li Yanhong looked over.

Wu Heng said, "Tell them the truth. If they want to leave with us, they can."

Li Yanhong relayed the message via the radio.

The front car communicated, and shortly after, the radio replied again, "They said they won't come with us."

"Alright, let's head out and leave the village the same way we came."

The man from the gathering point left.

The convoy started moving, beginning their exit.

......

In the minibus,

Li Yanhong, holding the steering wheel, said, "That survivor gathering point seems alright. They even took care of an elderly lady."

If the elderly woman had been hiding in her own house with some stored food, it wouldn't have been surprising.

But it was surprising that she was being cared for so well in a survivor gathering point.

The elderly and young had a difficult place in this world.

If they weren't direct family members, it was rare for strangers to take care of them. After all, in terms of strength and capability, they weren't suited to the current environment.

It was hard enough to scavenge for food, let alone feed an elderly stranger. Most people wouldn't do that.

"Yeah, it seems the elderly woman holds some respect in the village," Wu Heng said.

This trip had been fruitful for their group.

Not to mention there was still a market they hadn't scavenged yet.

And those mutated cows and corpse cores alone made the trip worthwhile.

He thought for a moment, realizing he might need to change his future plans.

Hunting for mutated zombies wasn't easy.

It might be better to look for animal farms or zoos on the map—there could be some mutated creatures there.

Li Yanhong glanced at the sky outside and said, "It's getting late. We might have to drive through the night."

"It's fine, no big deal," Wu Heng replied, unconcerned.

Going back the way they came should pose no serious dangers.

Li Yanhong smiled. "Alright."

The convoy continued moving.

Suddenly, the radio crackled with an urgent message.

"Sister Hong, there's a group of people on motorcycles chasing us from behind. They're faster than we are."

Everyone was startled and checked the rearview mirrors.

The convoy was long, so it was hard to see clearly.

But they could vaguely make out the motorbikes quickly approaching.

Li Yanhong picked up the radio and asked, "Are they the survivors who took in the grandmother?"

The van carrying Wang Ke and her grandmother replied, "No, grandma says those people are from another group of survivors. The two places often fight over loot. She thinks it's the same group that tried to rob us earlier."

At the same time, the rear car reported, "They're armed. Some of them are holding what looks like Molotov cocktails and are speeding up toward us."

Well, well.

It really was those guys again.

They had fled earlier, but now they had come back.

Wu Heng released Xiaoxiao to fly up and scout, sharing her vision.

There were about seven or eight motorbikes, followed by two vans.

Several of the riders were holding bottles filled with liquid, with cloth stuffed into the tops—Molotov cocktails.

They were planning to block the convoy and rob them again.

If they stopped now and the enemies threw the Molotovs, even if they killed the attackers, they'd still lose a few vehicles.

After all the effort to modify those vehicles, losing them here would be a waste.

Wu Heng glanced back at the skeletons sitting behind him and said, "Li Yanhong, have the convoy slow down. Hunter One, get on the roof and shoot the ones holding the Molotovs."

Li Yanhong followed the command and relayed it to the convoy.

Hunter One opened the minibus's sunroof, lowered his body, and climbed out, positioning himself with his sniper rifle aimed at the rear.

The next second.

Bang~!

The loud gunshot echoed from the roof.

Crack~! The lit Molotov cocktail shattered.

A wave of fire exploded, engulfing the man holding it. The rest of the group was startled, slamming on their brakes and causing a pile-up.

Bang~!

A second gunshot rang out, and another Molotov exploded.

Flames consumed the man, turning him into a screaming, writhing figure on the ground.

Everyone froze in shock at the scene.

Then someone shouted, "They have a sniper! They're military!"

"Shit, retreat!"

The motorbikes roared back to life, and the whole group sped away in a flurry.

......

The convoy slowed to a stop in the distance.

The radio confirmed that everyone was safe.

Li Yanhong looked at Wu Heng and asked, "They retreated. Should we keep going?"

Wu Heng thought for a moment.

Then he said quietly, "No, follow them. We won't make it back tonight anyway, so let's check out their place."

"Are you sure?" Li Yanhong asked.

"Yeah, if it gets dark and they try something again, there could be bigger problems. And letting them go after provoking us twice—it's too easy on them."

"Alright!"

Li Yanhong relayed the orders.

The convoy turned around and began following the direction the motorbike gang had fled.

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