“So weird? But we need the Hundred Flowers Dew to repair our little bicycle. This trip is unavoidable.” As she spoke, Mu Yingying sneakily reached her hand toward the back seat of the bicycle.
“You loose woman, don’t touch randomly.” Su Shuang’er’s brows furrowed, and she reached out to slap Mu Yingying’s hand in annoyance.
Mu Yingying had been prepared and pulled her wrist back to dodge.
“Hehehe~”
Mu Yingying laughed with a lecherous expression, her shameless giggles making Su Shuang’er glare at her fiercely. “You keep laughing? Believe it or not, I’ll punch you to death!”
“Okay, okay, my dear Shuang’er, I’ll stop laughing, I’ll stop!” Mu Yingying immediately stopped laughing and hurriedly conceded, “Let’s talk business, the important matters!”
Su Shuang’er still looked hesitant, lowering her voice.
“Maybe… we just shouldn’t go? Let’s return these Ghost Crystals to Sister Gu.” In her heart, she was ultimately worried about White Night’s safety.
White Night, who had been silent until now, spoke up at the right moment.
“In this world now, weirdness runs rampant, dangers are everywhere. Sister Gu said the Hundred Flower Valley holds opportunities to increase our strength. Even if not for the Hundred Flowers Dew, we should still make this trip. The danger is real, but within danger, opportunities are also hidden.”
Seeing that White Night had said so, the two aunties didn’t try to dissuade her further.
They understood clearly that in this apocalypse, only by increasing one’s strength is the fundamental way to survive.
Speaking of increasing strength, Su Shuang’er immediately opened the bag of Ghost Crystals given by Gu Jiao and counted them.
There were twenty-four in total, of varying quality.
White Night had the RV System absorb them all, ultimately exchanging them for 118 Points, a fairly substantial gain.
Combined with the Points left over from the previous major maintenance, White Night could completely use the RV System to fully heal her soul injury.
But after thinking it over, she still felt it was too wasteful.
Her soul injury was no longer a big issue now, and there would be the Hundred Flowers Dew later to recuperate.
These Points would be better prioritized to increase Su Shuang’er and Mu Yingying’s strength.
They still had three days, and their current resting place was relatively safe, perfect for making full preparations for the trip to Hundred Flower Valley three days later.
White Night first spent 1 Point for a daily lottery.
As expected, she only won a bag of ordinary biscuits, useless, making her sigh in resignation.
With the remaining Points, she exchanged for two Physical Enhancement Potions.
She understood very clearly that in this apocalypse, physical constitution is the foundation of survival.
As long as the two aunties’ physical constitutions were improved, even if injured, they could hold on longer. Later, they could earn more Points and use the RV System for treatment, greatly increasing their chances of survival.
After administering the two potions, the Points in White Night’s hands were completely depleted, but the effects were immediate and obvious.
Both Su Shuang’er and Mu Yingying clearly felt a significant surge in strength within their bodies.
Especially Su Shuang’er, who already followed a strength-oriented path. Now with her constitution greatly enhanced, she could exert the full force of her strength.
She thought if she encountered that Giant Meatball Ghost again, with just a single long spear, she could directly blast that thing to pieces.
Speaking of spears, Su Shuang’er also realized that suitable weapons were indispensable.
As soon as day broke, the group went to find Gu Jiao and made their request for weapons.
Gu Jiao was traveling with them anyway, they were grasshoppers on the same string. The stronger Su Shuang’er and the others were, the higher her own survival rate, so naturally, she wasn’t stingy.
She went all out, bringing out a close-combat steel spear and a large bundle of Alloy Javelins suitable for throwing, all perfectly suited to Su Shuang’er’s fighting style.
The spear was for close-quarters combat, and the javelins could make up for the lack of ranged attacks, allowing her to exert her strength to the utmost.
On the day of departure, Su Shuang’er used a specially made net bag to securely tie the bundle of javelins to her body, able to draw and throw them with a lift of her hand.
A spare short spear was tucked at her waist, while the main combat steel spear was always gripped in her hand as she rode the bicycle at the front of the group.
Mu Yingying complained nonstop but still obediently followed on foot beside her.
White Night’s injuries weren’t healed yet, and she didn’t want to get on the bicycle and add to the burden, so she could only miserably rely on her own two legs to keep up.
“Hundred Flowers Town used to be covered in blooming flowers all over the mountains and fields. It was only after being tainted by the weird energy that it became what it is now.”
When leaving the town, Gu Jiao looked back at the scarred town and sighed softly.
On her back was a square, four-sided bellows made of extremely precious sandalwood, looking quite heavy.
Yet the bellows rested quietly against her back, not making a single sound, the swarm of bees inside unbelievably docile.
What was even more remarkable was that despite carrying such a heavy bellows, her steps were astonishingly steady, a testament to her profound strength.
For this trip, she didn’t bring any of her ordinary subordinates.
On this road teeming with weirdness, ordinary people would just be offering themselves up as food.
She didn’t push her subordinates out as cannon fodder for her own safety.
In this weird apocalypse, this was already an extremely rare kindness.
The distance to Hundred Flower Valley was farther than they had anticipated.
The group’s pace wasn’t slow, but after walking for most of the day, Gu Jiao said they had only covered half the journey.
They had set out at dawn. At this speed, they would probably reach Hundred Flower Valley by evening.
And after dark, weirdness activity would become more frequent, and the danger level would double. Thinking of this, the expressions of White Night and the other two grew serious.
Along the way, they encountered many others also heading to Hundred Flower Valley, all in a hurry, only casting wary, guarded glances at each other, not exchanging a single word, all focused on hurrying along, just wanting to reach Hundred Flower Valley as soon as possible.
Just then, they passed by a towering giant tree.
Leaning against the tree was a gaunt, withered-looking old woman in a black dress, her gaze fixed directly on White Night, who was walking in the middle.
She had originally just been sitting quietly leaning against the tree, but the moment she saw White Night, she propped herself up against the tree trunk and stood, her body hunched over like a piece of deadwood.
“You… are you going to Hundred Flower Valley?”
The old woman spoke, her voice hoarse as if rubbed with sandpaper.
“This old woman is going too. How about we travel together? I know the little girl inside.”
Hearing this, everyone’s hearts instantly tightened, looking at the old woman with shock and suspicion.
If the old woman hadn’t spoken, they would have completely overlooked that a living person was there.
They weren’t ordinary people; their eyesight and observational skills far surpassed normal people’s. Not noticing her was absolutely strange.
This old woman who suddenly appeared by the roadside exuded an indescribable weirdness from head to toe, leaving them momentarily unable to decide.
If she really knew that weird little girl in Hundred Flower Valley, rashly refusing might invite big trouble.
But if they agreed, her words’ truth was unknown, and letting her join the group would obviously bring them unpredictable danger.
Unexpectedly, before even reaching Hundred Flower Valley, they had encountered a dilemma that left them stuck between a rock and a hard place.
“You are White Night, right? The little girl mentioned you to me. You’re beautiful and kind-hearted, and you gave her candy. She likes you very much.”
The old woman smiled at White Night, her aged face crinkling into a mass of wrinkles.