Sequence Highway Survival: I Upgrade Supplies in the Apocalypse-Chapter 130: Nobody's a fool, except for Iron Lion.

No One is a Fool, Except Iron Lion
Chu Che took out the small white cloth bag with the talisman drawn on it, opened the bag, and placed the bloody, mangled eye on the table.
When Wu Jianshan saw this eyeball, his face instantly darkened, and he quickly asked, "Where did this come from?"
Chu Che recounted the events of this morning once again.
After listening, Wu Jianshan took a long, deep breath, seemingly to relieve the pressure and anger in his heart.
After opening his eyes, he reached out and grabbed the eyeball, exerting force with his palm, brutally crushing the eyeball.
The shattered flesh and blood of the eyeball stained Wu Jianshan's hand. With a look of disgust in his eyes, Wu Jianshan casually took a tissue from his pocket and wiped his hand.
"Besides the Death God, there are two others in Changwang District..."
He forcefully held back the final two words 'anomalies'.
"One you've seen is that Eight-Limbed Human Face, and the other is called the Abyssal Blood Pupil."
"This eye is a sub-eye of the Abyssal Blood Pupil. The function of each sub-eye is that the Abyssal Blood Pupil can see everything through them. You can think of the sub-eyes as surveillance cameras."
"And this eye should be the one removed from that Xiao Chao."
Hearing Wu Jianshan say this.
Everyone present felt a chill run down their spines.
This sub-eye being here meant the Abyssal Blood Pupil had already set its sights on the school.
Indeed, every anomaly's abilities were unexpectedly unpredictable.
"None of the anomalies in Changwang District are easy to deal with, so for now, you're only safe if you stay inside the school."
"But you don't need to worry too much. I will pray to the Death God about this matter. I believe the Death God will soon eradicate all these evil heretics!"
"May the Death God bless us!"
The incident that happened this morning was just a minor episode.
The survivors weren't particularly sad about people dying; only two survivors who were very familiar with Xiao Chao might have been emotionally affected.
As for the others...
Apart from being warned not to go out recently, they didn't notice any major changes in their daily lives.
Death was something they had witnessed far too many times in the apocalypse.
"Xiao Chao, how... how are you feeling now?"
Classroom 2, Grade 3 housed the survivors from the convoy.
A young man with two bloody holes where his eyes should be lay dazedly on the bed.
Someone had fed him diluted Death God Blood Tears, and he was clearly recovering well, having regained consciousness.
"It's fine, Sister Xiaoxiao, sorry for troubling you."
The person by the young man's side at this moment was none other than Zhou Xiaoxiao.
Among the people in the convoy, Zhou Xiaoxiao could only hold conversations with a few, and Xiao Chao and his girlfriend were two of them.
It had to be understood that ever since her sister disappeared in the sandstorm, Zhou Xiaoxiao had been reluctant to interact much with outsiders.
In the apocalypse, human hearts were more terrifying than anomalies.
It was only by chance that she learned Xiao Chao and his girlfriend were fans of her sister Zhou Lan, which made Zhou Xiaoxiao slightly less guarded around them.
And now...
Zhou Xiaoxiao never expected things would develop like this.
She really wanted to help this young man called Xiao Chao, but she clearly understood that losing his eyes made survival in the apocalypse extremely difficult.
"Yuanyuan definitely wouldn't want to see you like this! You need to live on properly, everything will pass."
"Mm, thank you, Sister Xiaoxiao. It seems to be breakfast time now, right?"
Zhou Xiaoxiao saw that people had already started heading toward the classroom, so she said, "Wait for me, I'll bring food back for you. Don't move!"
"Okay, Sister Xiaoxiao, you go ahead. Thank you so much."
Zhou Xiaoxiao took Xiao Hu's lunch box and prepared to go to the cafeteria on the first floor.
Classroom 1, Grade 1 and Classroom 2, Grade 1 had been converted into a cafeteria.
Many survivors had already gathered there by now, everyone queuing up in an orderly manner.
A small girl carrying two lunch boxes cut into the line, her oversized down jacket enveloping her entire body within the clothing.
The survivors felt angry but didn't dare speak up.
There was no helping it—Little Fish was Sun Xixi's person, and nobody dared to provoke her.
Even though Iron Lion had advanced to Sequence 2, he still wasn't a match for the Pink-haired Girl, who remained the convoy's top fighter.
Sequence Superhumans wouldn't come to the cafeteria to get food with them.
Naturally, they had their own agents to handle these matters.
The task of getting food for Chen Ye was naturally taken up proactively by Xue Nan.
What the Superhumans ate was different too—all specially prepared by chefs using the best ingredients.
There was a follower in the Death God Church who, before the apocalypse, was a chef at a five-star hotel, quite famous in the industry. Ordinary people couldn't normally eat food prepared by him.
Usually, only when important figures appeared would he be called upon to cook.
And now, this chef had become the exclusive cook for the Death God Church's higher-ups.
On the balcony of Classroom 3, Grade 4.
Chen Ye held the breakfast delivered by Xue Nan, his gaze constantly drifting toward the teacher's office on the fourth floor.
That was precisely Wu Jianshan's residence.
Watching the Death God Church follower who delivered the meal leave, Chen Ye's eyes flickered uncertainly.
Beside him, Xue Nan also seemed restless, as if he had something he wanted to say but found it difficult, unsure whether he should speak up or not.
Chen Ye didn't even give Xu Nan an extra glance, simply contemplating his own plans.
"Mr. Chen..."
Finally, when Xue Nan decided to speak up.
This matter was important!
Chen Ye quickly shoveled the remaining breakfast into his mouth with two bites, then stuffed the empty lunch box into Xue Nan's arms and headed straight for that teacher's office.
Xue Nan opened his mouth, swallowing the words he was about to say.
Just then, Chu Che appeared at the doorway of Classroom 4, Grade 3, smiling like an old fox.
"Alright, save it for later. Mr. Chen is very busy and has important business to attend to!"
"Yes, Captain!"
Xue Nan understandingly took Chu Che's lunch box and turned to go downstairs.
Washing dishes wasn't a particularly pleasant task in this kind of weather.
But it was an excellent opportunity to curry favor with Chu Che and Chen Ye.
At the very least, Squad Leader Chu and Chen Ye knew his name.
Among the many survivors in the convoy, Squad Leader Chu and Chen Ye probably didn't even know the names of most people.
"Old Bao, are you saying people already want to join the Death God Church today?"
Chu Che asked Old Bao beside him.
Old Bao wore a thick down jacket. Despite being elderly and wearing so many layers, Old Bao still felt somewhat cold.
They said surviving winter for the elderly was like passing through a life-and-death barrier. This cold weather was already very difficult for Old Bao.
"Yes, A-Che, some people have already noticed that life here doesn't require migration and are starting to have thoughts."
"Hmm, Old Bao, stabilize these people for now. Tell them to wait a few days and see!"
After all, they were people from the convoy.
These people had just arrived here and wouldn't dare to treat Old Bao's words as empty air just yet.
"Okay, I understand."
"A-Che, when are we leaving?"
Chu Che turned to look at Old Bao: "Old Bao, everyone wants to stay. You want to leave?"
Old Bao glanced around and said, "This place gives me a strange feeling!"
"It feels like something bad could happen at any moment."
Chu Che didn't speak, just looked outside the balcony with an indifferent expression.
The snow was still falling.
The weather seemed even colder than when they first arrived yesterday.
In this kind of weather, even he would probably freeze to death in the snow without cold-resistant clothing.
And in his perception, there were already more than three anomalies in the entire Changwang District.
At the edges of Changwang District, those densely packed anomaly auras made Chu Che feel a chill run down his spine.
The small compound already housed over a hundred people, which was simply too tempting for those anomalies.
Relying solely on that "Death God" clearly wasn't enough to suppress them.
The day when all the anomalies attacked together might be the time to leave.
Although Chu Che was reluctant to admit it, when that day came, many people were destined to become the lizard's severed tail.
Only then would there be a slim chance of survival.
Perhaps they shouldn't have come to this place in the first place.
"Old Bao, try to gather as many supplies as possible these next couple of days. Also, find out where the nearest gas stations are. Our fuel reserves are running low."
"Remember, don't cause panic among the people around us."
A glint of sharpness flashed in Old Bao's aged eyes as he nodded silently and went to prepare.
Chen Ye pushed open the door to the teacher's office.
This room was originally intended as a teacher's office.
Now, after some modifications, it had become a multi-functional room serving as both a bedroom and office.
Wu Jianshan sat behind a large desk, seemingly writing something.
Hearing someone push the door open.
When he saw it was Chen Ye, a flash of anger appeared in Wu Jianshan's eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.
It wasn't time to turn hostile yet.
Wu Jianshan secretly reminded himself.
"What, the steak made by the five-star chef doesn't suit your taste?"
Chen Ye sat cheerfully on the nearby sofa, looking relaxed and at ease.
On the desk sat a plate containing a steak that looked quite presentable.
This was personally made by that five-star chef. It was said that before the apocalypse, this steak would have cost at least four figures to eat.
But now, the steak just sat there, seemingly untouched.
This kind of premium steak was extremely rare, not just before the apocalypse, but even more so after it.
Who knew how these Death God Church followers managed to acquire it.
Wu Jianshan frowned.
"You came to me just for this?"
"Alright, since we're brothers after all, you really want our people to join the Death God Church, don't you?"
Wu Jianshan raised his eyebrows slightly, his expression softening a bit.
"You still remember we're brothers? Then what did you mean by interrupting me repeatedly?"
Chen Ye wasn't embarrassed, smiling as he said, "From the moment you first saw us, you've wanted us to join the church. Even a fool could tell there's a problem."
"We're brothers, but that Chu Che isn't. That guy is cunning and alert. Wouldn't he become suspicious if you said that?"
Wu Jianshan remained unmoved.
"My relationship with him isn't necessarily shallower than yours."
Under the intimate relationship ability of the Worship God Sequence, Wu Jianshan's identity held significant importance to Chu Che.
"Then why didn't he agree immediately?"
"Well..."
Wu Jianshan fell silent.
Chen Ye said directly, "I'm not going to play mind games with you. I don't know why you want them to join the Death God Church."
"Considering we're brothers, I'll help you get this done!"
"Not just myself, but even my companions and those survivors—I'll make them all join the Death God Church. How about that?"
"But you have to remember what you promised me before. Give me a Vice-Bishop position to play with."
Wu Jianshan scrutinized Chen Ye: "What do you want?"
Chen Ye grinned and said directly, "Death God Blood Tears. Give me one bottle, no, one hundred drops, and I'll settle this matter for you!"
Wu Jianshan's bottle probably only contained two drops, and two drops alone weren't enough.
Chen Ye had never intended to hide his intentions from Wu Jianshan.
Chen Ye always believed that most people in this world had similar levels of intelligence, except for Iron Lion!
The side effect of the Titan Sequence was reduced intelligence; those guys' brains were getting progressively dumber.
Trying to deceive Wu Jianshan was difficult, especially since this was Wu Jianshan's territory.