S518 Provincial Road.

The setting sun is like blood, and the apocalyptic sky is dyed with a thick layer of red.

On a dilapidated provincial road, a lone off-road vehicle was driving slowly. The rumble of its engine was in stark contrast to the dead world.

The wheels rolled over the ground, raising a cloud of dust that seemed to leave a mark on the ruins.

In the car, Zheng Shiwu's eyes were firm and calm, and he was holding the steering wheel, his fingertips slightly white.

Through the windshield, he stared at the endless vastness ahead. On the roadside, abandoned vehicles were piled up into silent tombstones.

On this road, there were no footsteps of pedestrians, no roars of zombies, only the wind blowing into the car through the broken windows, bringing a bit of icy coolness.

Didi didi——

Didi didi——

The alarm on the watch rang, followed by a scratching sound coming from the co-pilot.

"Huh - Lao Zheng, where are we?"

He deftly took off the black cloth from his face, turned off the alarm clock on his watch, rubbed his eyes and looked around.

"Shaanxi Province, Xishi, there was a sign just now showing that the Terracotta Warriors of Qin Shihuang should be in front of us."

The black hand rubbed his face, yawned again, and said:

"It's getting late. We have to find a safe place to camp. I don't want to sleep in the car like last night. One of the tires was blown out by the zombies. If I hadn't brought three spares from the trading market,

Tires, we will be finished immediately!"

“It’s not comfortable to sleep in the car.”

Zheng Shiwu said: "Let's go ahead, the museum should be safer and more confidential."

"Okay." Black Hand said with a smile:

"I haven't been to Qin Shihuang's Terracotta Warriors and Horses yet. Let's take a look before we leave tomorrow."

Zheng Shiwu glanced at him and said, "Do you think we are out for an outing?"

"no."

Black Hand quickly explained: "We don't waste time, it won't take much time to just take a look.

Besides, we haven't stopped on the road in the past two days. We drove eight or nine hours a day, and the road conditions were not good. Our buttocks almost split into two. It's very tiring..."

Hearing Black Hand's muttering, Zheng Shiwu helplessly replied:

"Okay, don't talk anymore, I'll take a look when I pass by tomorrow morning."

"Okay, there seems to be a Huashan Mountain nearby, right?" Blackhand looked at the electronic map and asked suddenly.

"Yes, but don't think about it. We are not here for an outing. We also want to climb Mount Huashan. Just dream!" Zheng Shiwu sounded a little impatient.

He has been driving for 5 hours continuously from 12 noon to now, and he is very tired.

Black Hand shook his head and said:

"No, I think the terrain of Huashan Mountain is very difficult and dangerous. It would be difficult for people to climb up before the apocalypse. Now it will definitely be difficult for zombies to climb up after the apocalypse. I feel there should be survivors there."

Hearing this, Zheng Shiwu thought about it and thought it was indeed possible, but even if there were survivors, there would not be many.

The space on Mount Huashan is limited and cannot accommodate too many people.

Moreover, they need food and drink, and even if they overcome the difficulties and cultivate the land, the harvest will not be large.

What's more, the higher the mountain, the stronger the wind. When natural disasters strike, the threat of storms is quite terrifying.

After the two set off from the trading market, they chatted casually along the way and gradually became familiar with each other.

Leng Wenqi had a fight before and established a foundation of trust. As time went by, the two people's trust in each other gradually increased.

Their physical strength is better than that of ordinary people. They have been driving from sunrise to five o'clock in the evening these two days.

We arrived at Xishi in Shaanxi Province from Petroleum City in Henan Province in two days.

According to their speed, they should be able to reach Lan City in Gansu Province in another day.

After arriving in Lanshi, we can reach Jiayu City in two days.

From Petroleum City, we traveled two to three thousand kilometers to reach Jiayu City. Facing complex terrain, we arrived in five days.

Their speed is extremely fast, and ordinary people simply cannot handle such intensity.

Before the end of the world, generally speaking, driving is tiring, but sitting in a car is not tiring.

But now in the apocalypse, driving is tiring, and riding in a car is tiring too.

The road has been cracked by the sun for five or six years and has never been repaired. It is bumpy and bumpy.

After sitting for a long time, my waist and buttocks feel numb, and I feel like I have been running.

Suddenly, Black Hand saw a sign in front of him,

"Old Zheng, the Qin Shihuang Mausoleum Museum is in front of you. Go straight and turn right. Did you see what was written on the guide sign just now?"

"Well, I saw it." Zheng Shiwu replied calmly.

Soon, they arrived outside the gate of Qin Shi Huang's Mausoleum Museum.

In the setting sun, they saw the mountains rising in the distance behind the museum, with two stone pillars standing on both sides.

The natural disasters in recent years do not seem to have had much impact on the museum, and it still stands there firmly.

In the distance stands a tall statue of Qin Shihuang.

"How domineering!" Black Hand looked at the statue and exclaimed.

Zheng Shiwu looked around and drove the car to an open fare collection station on the side.

There are a lot of their valuable things in this car, so the car cannot be lost.

Even though it's getting dark now, generally speaking it's unlikely that any survivors will come out at night.

But for the sake of safety, they still try to hide the car.

Zheng Shiwu took out the key, then picked up a backpack, opened the trunk and rummaged through it to find food, water, ultraviolet lamps and other things.

"Black Hand, please contact Oil City now and tell them that we have arrived in West City."

"OK."

Blackhand moved the radio from the back seat to the front and contacted Oil City.

After Zheng Shiwu took out all the things he would use tonight, he also put on the night vision goggles in case of emergency.

"Yes, we have arrived at West City."

"I haven't encountered any trouble yet, and I'm looking for shelter now."

...

Two minutes later, Zheng Shiwu was carrying a package, and there was another package on the ground next to him.

The black hand ended his contact with Oil City and got out of the car.

Bang!

close the door.

"I've packed it up for you. Your sleeping bag and everything are in it." Zheng Shiwu pointed to the package on the ground and said.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Thank you." Black Hand nodded.

The two then walked around the car to check whether the doors were closed. Although the window glass was not bulletproof, there was a layer of barbed wire outside, and a layer of welded steel frames outside the barbed wire.

It is obviously impossible to break the glass and get into the car.

You can't get in unless you use a cutting machine to cut the steel bars.

However, in the middle of the night, using the cutting machine makes a lot of noise, which can easily attract the surrounding zombies.

After checking that there were no problems, the two walked out of the ticket hall carrying the package and an automatic rifle on their chests.

Zheng Shiwu looked around, pointed to the two sentinel-like places on the left and right sides of the museum gate and said, "I think it would be good for us to go there tonight."

"You can also see the situation in the ticket collection hall from there, and it looks pretty solid there."

"Let's go and take a look." Black Hand was noncommittal.

Ever since the wall-climbing zombies appeared, he didn't like staying in high places at night. Only places like the basement could give him a sense of security.

There are some weeds growing in the gaps between the bricks on the ground.

The iron rod at the ticket gate had long since rotted, so the two of them climbed over it.

The ground was full of dust, and there were all kinds of garbage flying in the sky with the wind.

The northwest side is already very windy and dusty, and now that it is getting dark, it gives people an even more depressing feeling.

"Go up from here." Zheng Shiwu looked around and found a door among the buildings built on both sides of the gate.

He waited until Black Hand came over and then pushed the door open.
To be continued...