Apocalyptic Reincarnation: Start with a 30-million Bonus-Chapter 1047 - 690: Springing Up Like Bamboo Shoots After the Rain, the Bamboo Forest Grows Wild

After being cleansed by a torrential storm, the sky was as clear as a wash, and the scenery under the sunlight appeared exceptionally vivid.

Outside the Big Camphor Tree Base.

After the flood receded, the water level dropped, revealing a chaotic scene.

Many trees had collapsed on the ground, roots exposed, branches and leaves shattered, mercilessly destroyed by the flood and strong winds.

They seemed like a group of fallen giants, lifeless, leaving behind helpless bodies.

The trunks fractured, scattered everywhere, forming a scene of devastation.

After the flood, the land became muddy and difficult.

Sludge covered the ground, giving a sense of heaviness and hardship.

It was thick and turbid, enough to trap one's steps.

The sludge emitted a foul stench, gathering the waste and death from the flood, making one feel suffocated and nauseous.

Zombies were washed by the flood; some were swept away or found dark places to hide; while others struggled arduously in the mire.

Their bodies were tattered, limbs twisted and deformed, bloodstains and the scent of decay permeating the surroundings.

They uttered bloodthirsty and piercing screams, seemingly struggling in endless pain.

.......

Orange Continent.

Pu Hua Tower.

Gan Hu looked at the flood waters just a few meters away and felt heartfelt relief.

"So close, so close!" Gan Hu murmured.

The sky cleared up, the floodwater level no longer rising, and zombies fled to the depths of the water or other places to avoid sunlight.

Gan Hu collapsed on the rooftop terrace of Pu Hua Tower's top floor. The rain had just ended, and the ground was still wet, but he didn't mind.

"Yao Zuo, we're really lucky!" Gan Hu said as he laughed.

Yao Zuo also smiled and shook his head before crouching down: "Once the flood recedes, we can leave, but there's a problem.

We're right by the Xiangjiang River, and with the flood this high, the car we parked under the building is likely totaled, and the cars around here probably are too. We might have to walk back to the Western Alliance."

Gan Hu frowned and said: "Go back directly? I want to go to Gan City and find the person who killed my third brother."

Yao Zuo sighed and said: "Brother Hu, we only have a few people now, and the food we carry is almost consumed; if we don't go back, we might starve to death halfway. Besides, with such terrible flooding and disasters, those people might be gone already." 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Gan Hu was reluctant; although impulsive, he wasn't completely brainless. These days, fearing the rain might continue, they rationed their food, shrinking the daily quota to stretch it as long as possible.

Had they eaten freely, they would have starved long ago.

Gan Hu finally said: "I'll think about it again."

Upon hearing this, Yao Zuo knew Gan Hu had been convinced, and saying he needed to think was merely to save face.

So he said no more.

Sunlight spread over the land, offering a warm ray. Under this faint sunlight, the shadow of zombies slowly dissipated.

Those who survived the disaster greedily basked in the sunlight, enjoying its warmth and illumination.

.......

.......

Sanqing Mountain.

Hillside cabin.

After the rain stopped, Xu Chengcai led Xiao Yong out of the cabin.

The two had stayed here for a month, barely seeing the sun, but bathing in the sunlight now felt so wonderful.

From the mountain, some rainwater still trickled down, flowing across this hillside platform and onto the downward path.

The downward path was filled with mud, silt, and wind-swept trees.

The green mountains were lush; Xu Chengcai looked toward the steep peak opposite, which shot straight into the sky like a ruler.

Though there were few clouds above, the hillside was shrouded in white steam-like mist, as if in a fairyland.

Xu Chengcai looked toward the mountain top, contemplating whether they should leave here next.

Although they luckily found the cabin's warehouse, the food inside was limited, with over a third consumed in just a month.

There's no waiting to plan until all the food is gone.

Xu Chengcai gazed at the valley's still-raging flood.

Without the storm's sounds, the flood's roaring was exceptionally loud, echoing in the valley.

For the past month, Xiao Yong followed him practicing with a knife, but in the confined cabin space, many actions couldn't be performed; now that the storm stopped, they could practice on the expansive platform.

"Xiao Yong, grab your knife; I'll teach you new moves," Xu Chengcai said to Xiao Yong.

"Really! Finally new moves!" Xiao Yong was excited, thinking learning knife skills would be interesting.

But the reality was often a seemingly simple move was drilled by his father daily, repetitively.

Now able to learn new moves, he was thrilled.

He quickly ran back into the cabin.

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Lu Mountain.

Mountain peak.

As the rain ended, drops of water dripped from the eaves.

The drops hammered a tiny water pit into the slate.