Sequence Highway Survival: I Upgrade Supplies in the Apocalypse-Chapter 121: Simulating the Death God — How About That?

After making a few quick arrangements, the convoy didn’t go to scavenge supplies; they planned to bring Wu Jianshan back to the camp. After all, saving people was the priority. With a local like Wu Jianshan along, it would be much easier to collect supplies later.
Wu Jianshan climbed into Chen Ye’s vehicle.
Chen Ye’s mood was high—seeing an old brother at a time like this lifted his spirits. The snow outside fell harder and piled a bit deeper on the ground than the day before.
Chen Ye heard the tires slipping and furrowed his brow.
“What’s wrong?”
Wu Jianshan saw Chen Ye’s expression and felt the car’s sudden stop; the tires were still spinning and fighting for traction.
“What else could it be? It’s stalled.”
“Then what do we do now?”
A bad premonition crept through Wu Jianshan.
“Get out and push!”
Wu Jianshan glanced left and right, then pointed at himself: “You mean for me to get out and push the car?”
There were only two people inside the car: Chen Ye and Wu Jianshan. As for Xue Nan—this kid, seeing Chen Ye meet an old classmate and brother, had specially gone to Sun Xixi’s car to give up the space so Chen Ye could catch up with an old friend.
Chen Ye looked at Wu Jianshan with a face that said, Are you kidding me: “Damn, Old Wu, you’ve been pretty corrupt these past few years. If you’re not getting out to push, am I the one supposed to do it?”
“Hurry up, it’s getting late!”
As Wu Jianshan bent over and pushed, regret started to gnaw at him. The grand high priest of the Death God Church, reduced to helping push a car in a blizzard. If he had known earlier, he wouldn’t have set his relationship as ‘classmate.’ If he could have set himself as Chen Ye’s father, then the one getting out to push would definitely have been Chen Ye, that bastard.
But it was too late to change the setup now. Once the Intimate Relationship had been set, altering it would be easy to detect.
Of course, if Wu Jianshan truly knew Chen Ye’s character, he would have unhesitatingly modified his identity in Chen Ye’s eyes. Who would have expected Chen Ye to treat an old brother with such bluntness—no courtesy at all. Similar scenes had happened twice already on this journey.
Wu Jianshan’s once-impressive high priest robe was already dirtied and stained. In his mind, he cursed Chen Ye countless times.
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After Chen Ye and the others left, Chu Che had been anxiously waiting. The convoy had so many sick people that they had almost lost the ability to function normally. Snow still fell from the sky—this world seemed to be eternally blanketed by snowfall. The downpour of giant flakes never stopped. The snowdrifts grew thicker, and the temperature dropped lower.
Last night, a few people, emboldened by a bonfire, slept beside it. That big fire had indeed given a strong sense of security. These people had originally survived from the school bus. But now the bus was severely overloaded and living there was extremely inconvenient. So they chose not to return to the bus to rest; they arranged a small bonfire and decided to sleep beside it for the night, taking shifts to keep watch.
Somehow, one person forgot to wake up for his shift. That night, five people froze to death.
The five had become complete ice sculptures. Chu Che had them dragged to the side of the snowfield and hastily buried them under more snow.
Meanwhile, dozens more in the convoy were already developing fevers and talking nonsense—various degrees of illness. The remaining people, lacking cold-resistant clothing, could not move. Even Chu Che himself had little cold-weather gear; if not for his Sequence Superpowers physique, he likely wouldn’t be able to get up now. Even Old Bao was arranged by Chu Che to huddle under blankets inside a vehicle, shivering.
Only when the bonfire blazed up did things ease slightly. Still, Chu Captain kept glancing toward Rong City; the worry in his eyes was deep. If Chen Ye and the others didn’t return, or returned too late, the convoy’s lifeline could be severed.
They didn’t have to wait long. When that shabby pickup rumbled onto the university grounds, Chu Che leapt up in surprise.
Other survivors in the camp, seeing the captain’s movement, also noticed the distant engine noise through the falling snow.
“It’s Mr. Chen and the Iron Lion and the others…”
“They’re back…”
A cheer rose from the camp. Many survivors braved the cold and rushed into the heavy snow to meet the convoy. Even with chattering teeth, they looked toward the university with expectant eyes, waiting for familiar silhouettes.
At that moment, Chen Ye and the others looked like triumphant heroes. They had left with three vehicles and returned with five. In addition to Chen Ye, the pink-haired girl, and Zhou Xiaoxiao’s three cars, there was also a panel van and a large passenger coach. The five vehicles pulled up at the camp edge together.
“You finally came back. Did you find supplies?”
Chu Che’s main concern was whether the convoy had brought back enough cold-weather gear and medicine. Without those two, the camp was doomed.
“We robbed a XX Deng specialty store. There were enough clothes for everyone,” Ding Dong said as she jumped down from the panel van’s cab. When the cargo door opened, the van was packed full of clothing, and the sight made the survivors cheer.
They swarmed the van, joyfully trying on clothes. Chu Che let out a big sigh of relief.
Soon, survivors in the camp had swapped into warm clothing. Each person looked like a big mountain bear in their new winter wear.
“Holy crap, it’s XX Deng—so luxurious.”
“This brand used to sell for over a thousand yuan. Didn’t expect I’d ever get to wear one!”
“Brother, what kind of life did you used to have?”
“Can’t help it. Life was hard—old at home, young to support. I never could afford this kind of clothing.”
Even the sick survivors, with help from others, found suitable clothes to change into. In no time, everyone in camp wore thick winter gear.
As for the fifth vehicle, it was the large coach that Fourth Brother He had found. Finding that coach naturally earned him envy and admiration. Who would have thought that the petty thief everyone hated before the apocalypse would now be the most popular person in the entire camp?
There were people who knew about vehicles in the convoy. For example, Iron Lion’s school bus was maintained daily by two survivors. But they couldn’t drive away a large coach or big truck without keys. Sure, old-style trucks might be doable, but these vehicles had long had anti-theft systems.
“What about medicine? Did you bring any back?” Chu Che asked as he peered into the cargo.
The Pink-haired Girl was a little playful: “Captain, look who this is.”
Chu Che followed her gaze and saw a tall, thin man standing beside the Pink-haired Girl. At first glance, Chu Che was puzzled—he didn’t recognize the man. Then a second look sparked a flicker of familiarity, like a face seen somewhere before.
“Chu Che, take a look—guess who I am…”
Wu Jianshan wore a friendly smile, as if greeting a long-lost old friend. Chu Che’s expression shifted from confusion to doubt to utter astonishment.
“Wu Captain, Wu Captain, is that really you?”
“It’s me!”
“Wu Captain, I never expected… didn’t expect you’re still alive, you’re still alive… you…”
Even cool, composed Chu Che had tears glistening in his eyes.
Chen Ye narrowed his brow slightly. What was up with Wu Jianshan? Why hadn’t he said earlier on the road that he knew Chu Che? That seemed odd. But the next second Chen Ye decided the inconsistency wasn’t a problem. Chu Che was emotional, excited. Chen Ye rolled his eyes—finally ran into an old classmate who happened to be a Worship God Sequence user. He thought this Worship God Sequence sounded impressive; he might be able to glean something useful. After all, they were old brothers—surely he wouldn’t be stingy.
That Death God was powerful. Maybe he could, through an old classmate, get a close look and learn about that Death God. Chen Ye’s Smoke Breath simulation ability had never been truly developed. If he could simulate a Death God—even get half of its power—that would be huge. He didn’t want too much, just half of a Death God’s ability and that would be extraordinary. Opportunities like this were rare. Previously, Chen Ye had never seriously considered simulating an anomaly, because it seemed impossible: anomalies only slaughter and devour humans when they encounter them. But now...