bigabreads Chapter 60 Rationality
Chapter 60 Rationality
"Mr. Xu, this was found on that brown bear!" Wang Hu handed Xu Si a brass knuckles that were clearly different from ordinary knuckles.
Xu Si took the knuckle duster. It was cold and heavy to the touch. It was made of neither gold nor stone, and its surface was engraved with twisted animal-shaped patterns, faintly revealing a wild and ferocious aura.
[A Strange Discovery: A Violent Tiger]
[Ranking of Oddities: 3573]
【Special Abilities: Heavy Punch, Armor Penetration, Wild Roar】
[Cost: The user will have their passionate and intense fighting genes activated. When the user is in this state, it will continuously ignite their rage and savagery, making them prone to berserk behavior and loss of reason.]
[Comment: Be careful, don't let reason cloud your judgment.]
Xu Si didn't examine it closely and casually put it away; now was not the time to study it.
His gaze swept over the chaotic scene, where the convoy's survivors were skillfully cleaning up the battlefield.
Only the terrified boy remained, trembling uncontrollably, whether from the cold or sheer fear, it was hard to tell.
"Didn't you have something to ask? Did you want us to wait for you?" Xu Si looked at Fu Xiaojian.
Fu Xiaojian had already stood up, the tear stains on his face had been wiped away at some point, and his eyes had regained their usual calmness, but there was a trace of gloom in their depths.
Fu Xiaojian walked up to the boy and looked down at him.
The boy huddled in the snow, his teeth chattering, unable to even utter a complete plea for mercy.
"Where did you come from?" Fu Xiaojian's voice was devoid of any warmth.
"I don't know..." the boy stammered. He was so terrified that there was no need to lie, because he really didn't know.
Where is your team leader?
"We're dead! We ran into a convoy, a firefight broke out, and everyone's dead. Only one flying superhuman escaped with the convoy's supplies!"
"Without a leader and without food, how did you survive on the snowfield?"
The boy's eyes darted away, and all his strength seemed to have vanished.
They should have had some suspicions when they saw that only young and middle-aged men remained of the attackers.
But when they actually learned the truth, it was so hard for them to accept.
Fu Xiaojian completely lost interest in asking questions and turned back to Mengshi, as he still needed to collect the old steward's remains.
As for the boy before them, all that awaited him was to fend for himself.
The old steward's body was now covered with a thin layer of snow. Tashan had already dug a suitable grave nearby, and the two of them worked together to bury the old steward.
No one would know that a gentle and considerate old housekeeper was buried in this vast snowfield.
Fu Xiaojian stood in front of the grave for a long time, saying nothing and unable to utter a word.
His body was almost frozen numb, but the snowflakes hitting his face gradually brought him back to his senses.
"Uncle Fu, I'm leaving." He finally spoke, his voice somewhat muffled in the wind.
He took a deep breath of the cold air and turned to walk towards the warrior.
"Everyone, get on the bus, let's go." His voice returned to its usual calm, even a little harsher than usual.
The convoy started again, and this time, the atmosphere was much heavier.
Xu Si's "Messenger of Melting Wax" followed at the back of the convoy. Xiao Luo in the passenger seat was still unconscious, but his breathing had become much more stable. The car was warm and cozy, a stark contrast to the freezing cold outside.
Through the rearview mirror, he saw the boy who had been left behind curled up in the snow, then slowly crawling toward the black bear's carcass. His figure grew smaller and smaller, and Xu Si threw an ice crystal behind him.
[Purify the filthy souls of humans, Purification Points +100, Current Purification Points: 8600]
No one speaks.
There was a deathly silence on the walkie-talkie; even Jiao Jiao was unusually quiet.
Perhaps someone noticed this scene, or perhaps no one did.
After driving for about half an hour, a section of building ruins, partially buried by snow, appeared ahead, looking like an abandoned highway maintenance station.
"I'll be spending the night here." Fu Xiaojian's voice came through the electricity, carrying an undeniable weariness.
Tashan once again demonstrated his abilities, clearing a semi-open space large enough for the convoy to fit in, which he reinforced with the remaining walls and snow, barely managing to block out some of the wind and snow.
Buses and pickup trucks blocked the gap, forming a makeshift barrier.
A few candles were lit again, dispelling some of the chill, but not the heaviness that lingered in the air.
The survivors silently tended to each other's wounds and distributed frozen dried fish as food.
Su Su was still lying in the passenger seat of the pickup truck, now fast asleep, but her brows were tightly furrowed, as if she was enduring great pain.
"Don't touch her, she's probably in the process of advancing in rank!" Fu Xiaojian interrupted the little girl's attempt to pick her up.
"Huh?" The little girl didn't know whether to be happy or shocked.
He quickly covered his aunt with all the warm clothes in the car, and even lit two small candles in the car to keep her as warm as possible.
Xu Si sat in the driver's seat of the "Messenger of Molten Wax" and checked on Xiao Luo's condition. He found that Xiao Luo had simply fallen into a deep sleep, so he was relieved.
I took a bite of the cold, dried fish; its hard texture was like chewing wax.
His gaze swept over the silent crowd, finally settling on the huddled figure in the passenger seat of the pickup truck.
Su Su's breathing was sometimes rapid and sometimes weak, and her blood and qi were churning around her, but it was suppressed by an invisible chill.
Her left shoulder is slowly recovering; the powerful life force brought by the advancement in the sequence is forcibly repairing the damage to her body.
The battles with the Ice-Eroding Salamander, the Glacier Salamander, and the brown bear, though leaving her severely injured, also accelerated her advancement in the sequence.
Xu Si leaned back in the driver's seat, feeling the energy flow within his body, which was also somewhat sluggish due to continuous battles.
He still vividly remembers the smoothness of his promotion to Sequence 2, and compared to Su Su's current difficulties, he can better appreciate the differences between promotions in different sequences.
The Boxer class seems to rely more on squeezing out potential in life-or-death battles, breaking down the old to build anew.
He tore off a small piece of dried fish and chewed it with difficulty, but the lingering oily and waxy taste made the salted fish unpalatable.
However, if he doesn't eat these, he'll have to eat his last reserves.
"I need to get familiar with this power as soon as possible..." Xu Si thought to himself, recalling his battle with the bear.
Bingxin has extremely strong crowd control abilities, and when combined with his Tianxing Master burst damage, his tactical options become much richer.
But the price of that "clear mind" is also troublesome. It is extremely difficult to keep a person's mind calm and undisturbed, especially for an eighteen-year-old teenager.
Outside the car, Tashan sat silently on a piece of concrete debris, his rock-like face appearing somewhat obscured in the flickering glow of the candlelight.
He unconsciously held a snowball in his hand, crushed it into powder, grabbed a handful of snow from the side, rolled it into a snowball, and then crushed it again.
After repeating this several times, he sighed heavily, stood up, and began to silently reinforce the walls of the temporary shelter, as if only by constantly working could he alleviate the stagnation in his heart.
Fu Xiaojian didn't stay in the Mengshi vehicle. He sat on an overturned, dilapidated engineering plastic bucket, near the candle flame, still holding the same cup in his hand, but it no longer contained coffee, but melted snow water.
He stared at the flickering firelight, his eyes unfocused.
Uncle Fu's death was clearly a huge blow to him.
This man, who had always tried to maintain order and dignity, now seemed to have lost a vital pillar.
After settling Su Su in, Jiao Jiao climbed out of the pickup truck, her little face red from the cold.
She glanced at the somber atmosphere among the crowd, pursed her lips, and didn't know who to comfort.