Chapter 52: I just got here and I have to leave already?

So the group set off in the following formation: Mo Wen walked at the front, holding Yu Lan in his arms, with Drunken Night carrying the backpack that he had carried before, walking at the front. Xiuzhi walked with no expression on his face at Mo Wen's side, while Drunken Night carried a broken bag that was not only half as tall as he was, but also bulging and about to burst, and his face was full of pain.

His image was completely ruined...ruined.

'Boss, our car is in the northern part of District 3.' Ignoring Drunken Night's Xiu Qi the entire time, he walked quickly to Mo Wen's side and whispered, "We'll be there in about half an hour. Should we go straight there?'

'It's been exactly two months now..." Mo Wen whispered to the sleeping Yu Lan in his arms, but his answer was irrelevant.

What do you mean two months? Xiu Qi was very curious, but he didn't ask.

'Let's go back to where I used to live first,' Mo Wen said lightly with his eyelids lowered.

Hearing Mo Wen's unquestionable words, Xiuzhi naturally had no objections, but Drunken Night made a completely miserable face. He was sure that Mo Wen was definitely doing this to make fun of him by taking a long detour!

However, Mo Wen was not as inconsiderate as Drunken Night thought, he was just thinking about Zhang Xin coming over these few days.

After the corpse tide has passed, he will still take Yu Lan back to this place of death to live. If Zhang Xin dies in this place, it will be troublesome to find another itinerant merchant who is so perceptive.

Of course, no one can say for sure whether Mo Wen has the idea of messing with Drunken Night along the way.

The building where Mo Wen and Yu Lan used to live was still deathly silent. The tall building was still covered in large and small holes from when the level 3 zombie had climbed through it, and it looked devastated at a glance.

Mo Wen looked down at Yu Lan, who was sleeping soundly, and slightly raised his arm to hug her tighter.

Now that Yu Lan would be targeted by all kinds of high-level zombies for unknown reasons, he had to become stronger to protect her.

Seeing that Mo Wen was standing there in a daze without saying a word, Zui Wu Ye casually got into a broken car and got in.

'Xiu Qi, why do you think the boss insisted on coming?' He rubbed his shoulders and rolled his eyes, 'It's just to mess with me... What's the big deal?'

In fact, for Zui Wu Ye, who was a supernatural being, carrying all this stuff on his back was not very tiring, but because the backpack was so full, it really made him uncomfortable.

'You're thinking too much,' Xiu Qi was as cold as ever.

Drunken Nocturne, who was used to getting cold shoulders, laughed and was about to speak when he suddenly heard the sound of a motorcycle engine. He stood up and saw a man riding a motorcycle towards them. His fluffy hair looked like a pile of straw in the wind.

This time, Zhang Xin was not followed by a string of zombies. He came over on his motorcycle alone.

Seeing Mo Wen standing in the middle of the road with Yu Lan in his arms, waiting for him, he felt a surge of emotion, quickly stopped the motorcycle and walked over to Mo Wen.

Unfortunately, before he could say anything, he heard Mo Wen's indifferent voice.

'Go.'

'Go where?' Zhang Xin was very confused and stunned.

'Go to the south,' Mo Wen said calmly.

'...'

The blue veins on his forehead jumped twice, and Zhang Xin covered his chest, feeling like he was going to die. He had just run from the southern part of the city to the northern part, and now he had to go back to the southern part again?

Unfortunately, Mo Wen didn't give him the chance to complain, and turned around and walked towards the northern part of the third district. The car they had come in was in that direction.

'Hey, so you're the person the boss was waiting for?'

Just as Zhang Xin was hesitating whether to rush up first and punch Mo Wen to vent his anger, and then be killed gloriously, he was given a hard slap on the shoulder, nearly knocking him to the ground.

Drunken Night looked at Zhang Xin like he was looking at a monkey, and with a serious expression, he ran his hand along his chin and said, 'He's just a third-tier mutant, why would the boss wait for you? What makes you so special?'

'You mean... Mr. Mo was really waiting for me here just now?' Zhang Xin was taken aback by this, and subconsciously equated the boss in Drunken Night's mouth with Mo Wen.

'Of course, it can't be fake.' Drunken Night revealed a deceptive, hearty smile, and once again patted Zhang Xin on the shoulder. This time, the force was much lighter, but Zhang Xin felt a suffocating chill instead. 'We were in a hurry to leave, but the boss insisted on waiting here for you. Ah... If it weren't for waiting for you, I wouldn't have had to walk so many extra steps to get here.'

Because he was carrying an unsightly old bag, Drunken Night was now full of resentment towards Mo Wen, and Zhang Xin was also implicated. 'So, what do you think you can do to make it up to me, newbie?'

Ignoring the next few words of Drunken Night, Zhang Xin was now deeply moved. 'So it turns out that it was Mr. Mo who waited here for me on purpose before leaving?'

If Mo Wen left without a word, a third-order mutant like him would probably be eaten by the zombies in District 3...

Thinking about it, although Mo Wen was indeed a pervert in some ways, he was really a very good person... Zhang Xin, whose heart was full of gratitude, thought so.

'I don't think so,' Drunken Night said, pulling the corners of his mouth. Although he didn't know what Mo Wen was thinking, it definitely wasn't because he wanted to leave that he waited here. It was most likely just because the guy in front of him was easy to work with.

Seeing Zhang Xin's grateful expression, Drunken Night very kindly didn't say what he was thinking.

'What kind of superpower do you have?' Seeing Zhang Xin pushing his motorcycle and walking behind them, Drunken Night turned back and stared at his driveway. 'That's a nice motorcycle. You've made some improvements, haven't you? The wheels and some other parts must have been strengthened by a metal-element-type superpower user.'

'This bike has indeed been modified. Since I usually rely on it to carry me when trading things, naturally I had to strengthen it a bit.' Zhang Xin stroked the seat of his motorcycle and smiled, "It has been with me for almost a year.'

'Trading? You're a travelling merchant?" This time Drunken Night was finally interested. His eyes, which looked like those of a big brother from the neighbourhood, lit up, 'So you're a spatial washing ability user?'

'Well, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Zhang Xin, I'm a travelling merchant.' Zhang Xin nodded in response, but the next second he suddenly had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, the next second Drunken Night beamed and pointed behind him at his "huge" backpack, saying proudly, 'Can you put it in there for me? It's so heavy to carry.'

Looking at the backpack on Drunken Night's back, which was half as tall as he was, Zhang Xin thought about the one cubic metre of space he had, shook his head with a sad face, and said, 'Sorry, my space should not be able to fit it.'

'Why not?' Drunken Night smiled and put his arms around Zhang Xin's neck. He had a hearty smile on his face, but his voice was cold and sinister, 'You're not not going to help me, are you?'