stjorthotic Chapter 192 Courageous or Foolish?
Chapter 192 Courageous or Foolish?
"Check the casualties and take stock of the losses." Fu Xiaojian's voice was a little hoarse, but still steady. The sense of crisis that the sequence had just transmitted was even higher than when [Lou Mi Wang] appeared.
Wang Hu, Shao Bing, Li Miao, and others acted swiftly.
Xiao Luo was pale, his silver hair soaked with sweat and plastered to his forehead. He staggered to Xu Si's side, his voice weak: "Brother Dao... are you alright?"
"He won't die." Xu Si shook his head, his gaze falling on Ta Shan, who was surrounded by Jiao Jiao and Su Su not far away.
"How's Shan-ge?"
"...This is not good," Xiao Luo said in a low voice.
"Brother Shan's physical injuries... are very serious."
Xu Si remained silent.
Seeing Jiao Jiao crying her eyes out while simultaneously channeling energy to heal her, Xu Si felt a pang of unease.
Tashan was the convoy's strongest shield, but today that shield was almost completely shattered.
Tashan's breathing was so faint it was almost inaudible, and Jiao Jiao's "recovery" aura was like a candle flickering in the wind, or like a clay ox sinking into the sea.
She gritted her teeth, her small body trembling slightly from overexertion, yet she stubbornly refused to stop.
The energy she provides is no longer keeping up with her rate of consumption.
She had no choice but to spam energy to buff Tashan with "Recovery".
Xu Si leaned against the cold body of the "Nirvana" and slowly absorbed the vigorous energy emanating from the blood sun.
As the efficiency of the Star Anchor gradually increased, the parched Sequence Origin, like cracked earth receiving a drizzle, began its arduous revival.
Having just been somewhat exhausted in the storm, Yi-Yi now begins to reactivate the 'Soothing Aura' property.
"How's Tashan?" Fu Xiaojian stood to the side, looking at Tashan's back, which was almost unrecognizable, and was momentarily taken aback.
If Xu Si is the team's trump card, then Ta Shan is the team's cornerstone. If the team members were to choose the most reliable person, that person would definitely be Ta Shan.
"Oh no, I can't do anything!" The little girl cried so hard her face was unrecognizable.
"Is there no other way?" Fu Xiaojian asked.
"A solution?" The little girl suddenly realized what she was doing!
"I have a 'scapegoat' trait, which can transfer damage to volunteers!" The little girl's hands were still on Tashan's body, but her eyes lit up and then dimmed.
The little loli's Sequence 2 awakening has three characteristics: first, Echo, a group healing skill; second, scapegoating, a damage transfer skill; and third, ...
"Me!" Fu Xiaojian answered without hesitation.
"No! Captain Fu... this injury is too severe. If it's transferred to you, you... you'll die!"
"We have to give it a try." Fu Xiaojian squatted down, his steady voice carrying an undeniable determination.
"I'm the team leader. Tashan was injured while protecting the convoy; we can't let him die here."
"Me too!" Shao Bing was the first to step forward.
"Count me in!" Wang Hu was being tugged at by Xiao Yaoyao, but he was determined.
"And me!" Li Miao volunteered, shoving Xiao Luo Zhihuan into the car.
I, Su Su, didn't say anything, but my stance was clear.
Jiang Li and Tang Jinxiu seemed to have noticed the commotion earlier, and they hesitated for a moment.
Jiang Li, in particular, has not recovered yet.
"I can do it too!" In the end, she still wanted to give it a try! Not for anything else, but for this different kind of racing team.
"Jiang Li, Su Su! You two don't need to go. The convoy's combat strength has been severely damaged, and we'll have to rely on you two from now on," Fu Xiaojian said.
"It'll be alright if it's transferred to us, right?" Fu Xiaojian said to Jiao Jiao.
"And us too!" All the passengers on the bus got off as well.
For a moment, it was impossible to tell whether the crowd was brave or foolish.
"I haven't used this feature before. What if... what if... I'll die..."
"Jiao girl, thank you so much for taking care of me these past few days. I should have died back at the service area!"
The speaker was a woman with a melancholy smile, but there was no fear of death in her eyes.
"Yes! We weren't really of much use to begin with. If it weren't for the convoy, we'd probably be dead somewhere already. It would be nice to be buried here, though it's a bit windy!"
"It's fine if we take on more responsibility; you all must live well!"
"What should I say to sound more imposing?" Yang Fan, the bespectacled man, trembled like a leaf, but did not move or back an inch.
……
In the apocalypse, as ordinary people, they have expectations for the future, but only a little.
They could accept a quick and painless death.
Who told them to join this convoy!
Who can remain unmoved by someone else's sincerity?
Jiao Jiao was stunned. Looking at the resolute or composed faces around her, tears welled up in her eyes once again.
She wiped her face hard and sniffed.
"I...I'll try!" She took a deep breath, trying to steady her trembling hands and her nearly depleted source of energy.
"It shouldn't be a problem to use it in the car, right?" Fu Xiaojian asked, as he had to consider some special circumstances.
Jiaojiao was taken aback and then shook her head.
Although her characteristics have distance limitations, the convoy is completely within her coverage area.
"Get back to your cars!" Fu Xiaojian gave the final order.
Everyone returned to the car, seemingly awaiting their fate, or perhaps reminiscing about the pitiful beauty of the past.
"I'm starting!" Jiao Jiao shouted.
"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up!" Fu Xiaojian shouted in a low voice.
Jiao Jiao closed her eyes and placed her hands back on Ta Shan's bloodied and mangled back.
This time, the milky white halo did not directly treat the problem. Instead, it became viscous and heavy, like countless luminous threads that spread out from Tashan's body, splitting into more than a dozen strands, some thick and some thin, winding their way towards each vehicle in the convoy.
"Frame me..." she shouted.
Fu Xiaojian groaned, feeling an indescribable, excruciating pain that seemed to tear his soul apart, exploding from his limbs and bones!
The feeling was as intense and refreshing as if I had drunk a power-up.
It wasn't just physical pain; it felt like my skin and flesh were being peeled off.
He clenched his teeth, veins bulging on his neck, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white.
My vision was instantly shrouded in blood, and all I could hear was the frantic pounding of my own heart.
Shao Bing was also in bad shape; the moment the light touched him, a metallic taste rose in his throat.
He let out a low growl as his forehead slammed heavily against the steering wheel, leaving a bloody dent, but the pain was irreversible.
Wang Hu's body trembled violently, and he instinctively conjured lava to resist the sudden pain.
Yao Yao, who was standing to the side, seemed to sense something and looked at him with a worried expression.
Wang Hu forced a smile, trying to comfort her, but his current appearance was rather frightening.
Li Miao felt as if countless fine needles were piercing his brain; the keen perception granted by the Illusionist sequence had become an amplifier of torture.
He screamed, clutching his head and curling up in the driver's seat, a chaotic mist uncontrollably emanating from his body, reflecting his twisted and pained face.
The ordinary people on the bus reacted even more violently.
Some people fainted on the spot, while others scratched their skin in agony, leaving streaks of blood.
But none of them tried to jump out of the car, and no one screamed to interrupt the process.
They simply endured it, sharing this heavy burden from their guardians with silent or suppressed groans.
This is not the failure of the guardians, but the victory of the ordinary.