The heavy rain poured, lightning and thunder roared. The truck was running in the heavy rain, and the wheels flew and crushed two water arrows. Hua Yang glanced at the reversing mirror and suddenly found that the mining car had switched in high and low beams, and the speed slowed down.

"There is a situation!" Hua Yang turned the front of the car and returned to the cab of the mine car. He saw Wang Guangming lying on the steering wheel. The entire windshield and dashboard were covered with purple-black blood, his eyes were closed, and his face was as bright as gold paper.

Hua Yang was panicked for a moment, but Opp said: "He is an evolutionist, and his self-healing ability is already strong. Now that he has all the blood in his body, his body will gradually get better."

Hua Yang was half-believing and half-doubted. He looked at the dark wilderness in the heavy rain, picked up Wang Guangming and placed it flat on the back seat, ignited the fire, and the heavy mining car rushed towards Sanchakou with a roar.

The heavy rain kept pouring on the body, and the cold rain poured on the body. Compared to the bad damn weather, the people's hearts were worse. The caravan wanderers had no focus in their eyes, and they shrank in the car bucket and waited for the turning point of fate. If the King of Light, who is the same as the god, was defeated, was still defeated in the hands of the zombies. The search team looked for food to find the east of the city from the south of the city. They saw the King of Light being smashed and vomited blood. The belief that they had always believed in was shattered in an instant, and the undefeated myth was defeated! The heavy rain poured on the body, cold to the core, and the colder thing was the hearts of the survivors.

Lu Nan and Lu Zheng looked nervously on the road, hoping to see Hua Yang. Three hundred baby soldiers were wearing hangs and crossbows, guarding the periphery of the caravan survivor. Hua An's eyes were staring like copper bells, holding a sharp javelin in his hand, guarding the caravan survivor like a shell.

The people of the end of the world were fierce and rebellious. They kept their doubts about anyone and anything, and even had malicious speculation. If they had not seen King Guang lose and be subdued by Huaan and Lian'an's force, the survivors of the caravan would not be so obedient.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Three consecutive thunders slashed down, and the twisted silver snake was hideous in the sky. The roof of cold steel rolled out on the dark horizon in the lightning. The heavy mining car tore open the rain curtain and came out of the darkness. Two headlights pierced the darkness.

"Look! It's the King of Light!" an old man murmured in surprise.

"Look, it's a mining car!" A child cheered. More and more people in the car saw the mining car in the heavy rain, recognized it as the car of the King of Light, jumped up one by one, cheering from their souls. If they were still soulless bodies just now, they are now revitalized survivors.

One man yelled first: "Who are we!"

Another man whispered: "We are survivors of wandering everywhere!"

Seven or eight people continued to shout: "We are indomitable survivors."

More people followed and shouted: "We are survivors of optimistic sunshine."

Everyone shouted together: "We are a free caravan!" The voice was loud, breaking through the rain curtain, flying freely and straight into the sky. As the mining cart emerged from the horizon, the spirit of the caravan survivors returned, their eyes became blue, as cold as wolves and tigers, and their bodies gradually rose with high fighting spirit. Looking at the baby soldiers holding crossbows around them, a cold and quiet bad habit flashed through.

"A caravan for free!" Hua Yang heard the roar in the rain, and a trace of inexplicable emotions flashed in his eyes. He looked at Wang Guangming with complicated eyes. This guy is such a good method! He transformed a group of stray dogs who should have escaped into jackals with sharp teeth and fierce temperament. He murmured in a low voice: "It's really a talent."

In this world of bastards and collapse, the confused survivors need heroes and then turn the hero myth into gods, the personal charm can be promoted to the greatest extent, and personal bravery has become the only way to reach the altar.

The mining car parked in front of the caravan survivors. Hua Yang stood up and looked at the survivors and felt the crazy and pious eyes. Hua Yang's heart beat fast for no reason. Appreciation flashed in his eyes, and he shouted in his heart: "What a bunch of wolf cubs!" But he said to everyone: "I am Hua Yang, the leader of Shanquan Valley. I rescued Wang Guangming. He is still in a coma. I want to take him to Shanquan Valley for treatment..."

A skinny old man stood up: "Can I see him?" From this old man, Hua Yang felt inexplicable sadness, and he could not bear to slowly twitch his head.

The old man walked to the mining cart under the heavy rain. The ground was muddy and slippery. The old man staggered, like the yellow leaves on the dead branches in autumn, which could be blown away by the strong wind at any time.

Hua Yang felt unbearable. When he was about to get out of the car to help him, a weak voice suddenly came from behind him: "Old dog, put away the knife in your sleeve. If you don't play this trick in the future, you will backfire. He is my savior." Wang Guangming said it, panting and looking light.

"Oh!" The old dog flashed into the car like a ghost. Two sharp lights flashed through the sleeves of the robe wet by the heavy rain. The two sharp short swords were shining with cold light. The old dog's eyes were shining brightly. It was not like an old man in his twilight years, but he was clearly a ferocious beast that chose people and was addicted to them.

Hua Yang had a cold sweat on his back, almost hitting the old guy's way. There is a way for those who can live to this bastard world!

The old dog reached out and grabbed Wang Guangming's pulse door, closed his eyes and pondered, and looked joyful on his face. He patted Wang Guangming's head and said, "A good person does not live long, and the disaster will last for thousands of years. I will say that you are not a person with short life and poor fortune. If you are not seriously injured, just raise it."

Hua Yang touched his nose and sat awkwardly beside him. Op whispered in Hua Yang's ear: "He was already awake when he was calling out the caravan outside."

Hua Yang was furious: "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Didn't you ask?" Opp's voice was filled with a clear smile.

The convoy continued to move forward and after confirming that Hua Yang saved Wang Guangming, the survivors of the caravan became obviously friendly. They set up greenhouses in the car bucket and followed the bus in the mountain spring valley. In the cold rainstorm, they curled up under the greenhouse, holding people so tightly, and their hearts were so close to each other. I wonder if the singing sounds floated out of the car bucket first and then slowly and majestic. In the storm, the survivors of the caravan were like a burning torch, unyielding, brilliant and warm.

Hearing the singing in the rain, Hua Yang asked in surprise: "How did you do it?"

Wang Guangming curled up in a ball, his whole body was depressed. When he heard Hua Yang ask, he forced himself to say, "What else can you do? Be happy if you are poor! Crying is a day, laughing is a day, and hiding is like a broken dog. Since it is a day, I will find a way to make myself happy. I don't know who will die in the next second. If it is me, I hope I can die in the singing."

Hearing Wang Guangming say this, Hua Yang smiled and said, "You are really heartless! Why haven't you found a place to settle down?"

"Look for it!" Wang Guangming's body shrank again, and a trace of pain flashed in his eyes: "There are few places for gatherings with food and safety, everyone is equal, and gatherings without oppression are just legends. We are free people who pursue equality, and drive a caravan just to find legends."

Hua Yang sighed dullly, and after a while, he said: "You are so stupid and cute. Is it necessary to wander in the wasteland just for the so-called equality? Look at you who are neither human nor ghost, like a betrayal dog."

"We must wander in the wasteland." Wang Guangming said firmly: "On the wasteland, our enemies are only mutant beasts and zombies, and in the gathering ground, our enemies have similar ones." Wang Guangming looked at Hua Yang thoughtfully: "I don't know what you are going to do, but I tell you that the survivors of the caravan will not abandon freedom and equality. We will raise the old and weak, and we will not eat them if they die."

"Same kind!" Hua Yang became endlessly unfamiliar with this familiar word. What about the other survivor camps? Why should the survivors who should have been hugging into groups become enemies of opposing each other? Why would these skinny survivors rather hold each other together and sing songs hungry than stay in the gathering place? They suddenly became even more unfamiliar with this world that was already watching flowers in the fog! After all, he was just a passerby, a passerby in a hurry.

"I know what you are trying to do." Wang Guangming's voice was filled with a faint coldness: "I am not a pedantic person, but I have ethics and bottom line. In the natural law, survival of the fittest can lead to the same kind of people. It is the luck of the weak after death, just like a burial of the sky. But the strong cannot bully the weak and kill the same kind of people because of their indifference. If you fight this, I will not agree."

"Can't be buried!" Hua Yang felt the cold and creepy all over his body. He suddenly understood why the survivors of the caravan had their eyes as blue as wolf cubs. They had their former companions in their bodies. Their souls were not lonely. At this time, Hua Yang suddenly remembered the old gathering place in the Forgotten Village, where more than a dozen old people were left with only half breath were lying on the ground. If he had not found food, would they also become a part of the soul of the strong?

Wang Guangming saw the picture and asked Hua Yang directly: "How do you treat the dead in battle?"

"Myanm!" Hua Yang said two words lightly and continued: "I think the soul of the strong is already strong enough, so there is no need for the soul of the weak!"

Wang Guangming was stunned at first, then half-believing and half-doubted in his eyes flashed. Then he closed his mouth and tried his best to recover from the injury. He became stronger first to deal with possible changes.

The heavy rain hit the newly built city wall of Shanquan Valley. Lu Heping stood on it in a raincoat. He was waiting for the five buses he went out in the morning. Not only did he have his two grandsons, but the entire Shanquan Valley, and even the hope of human survivors. Lu Heping held his hands together, and he had forgotten how many times he prayed, praying that they were all safe and sound.
Chapter completed!