Apocalyptic Reincarnation: Start with a 30-million Bonus-Chapter 1065 - 693: Lao Jun Carries His Sword to Save the People
"Brother Hu." The skinny man rested for half a minute, slightly recovering, and spoke to Gan Hu.
Gan Hu continued to run downstairs, and when he reached the second floor, he twisted his ankle and nearly fell.
Seeing this, the skinny man thought to himself, what a great opportunity!
He then stepped forward to assist, saying ingratiatingly, "Brother Hu, be careful."
Gan Hu looked at him, filled with anger, panting while walking towards the first floor, and said: "You, you, you, damn it..."
The group had all reached the ground floor.
But they didn't dare to stop under the building, instead walking to a farther place, in the open sun.
Lying down, sitting, sweating profusely.
Throats felt like they were on fire, feeling unbearably uncomfortable.
Calf muscles trembling involuntarily, minds blank.
Not just the calves, but the hands were also slightly trembling.
Dammit.
Less than three minutes, and they descended twenty-eight floors.
Sweat dripped onto the parched soil, Gan Hu, exhausted, looked at the people around him.
Only eight people were left. Just earlier, the number descending was seven times this.
Now only these few people remained.
But, at least they escaped.
......
Sanqing Mountain.
Xu Chengcai, with Xiao Yong, climbed for most of the day to ascend this steep mountain, arriving at the Sanqing Taoist Temple.
The temple was empty, deserted.
The dilapidated temple still had several statues, weathered by wind and rain, but their original forms were still somewhat recognizable.
Xu Chengcai searched the temple for a long time, finding nothing usable or edible.
But he was puzzled; he hadn't seen any zombies or human corpses here.
This could only mean that the Taoists had left the place.
Where did they go? He was very puzzled.
Upon entering the temple, he saw a few acres of flat land outside that seemed to have traces of past farming.
However, it was now abandoned, appearing long untended.
Logically, in such a steep mountain, plus a few flat areas on the summit, it should sustain a few people if there were seeds.
Moreover, this mountain was hard to climb, zombies should rarely appear, making it an ideal refuge.
Why was there no one?
Caught with this question, he walked into the main hall.
Suddenly, he froze.
He stared at the large characters on the wall next to the hall, lost in thought.
His heart felt as if a drop of water had rippled infinitely.
He had seen many survivors, met many who spoke of righteousness, yet abandoned family and friends for a bite of food.
Faced with a zombie chase, to buy time, they might push their wives towards the zombies, just to survive.
He had seen too much, too much darkness.
But these characters before him answered his puzzlements.
Answered why there were no zombies in the temple, nor people or bodies.
There it was.
Beside the main hall on the wall, written in large black calligraphy:
[Caught in chaos, descending the mountain to rescue]
"What are they doing?" Xiao Yong read aloud these words and asked.
Xu Chengcai's eyes grew warm, filled with endless emotion.
Yet, he felt choked.
He knew, the zombie numbers were terrifying, and those descending the mountain were risking near-certain death.
But, they just went.
To Xiao Yong's question, Xu Chengcai murmured, "They went to save people."
Xiao Yong asked, "Then they are good people, right?"
"Yes, they are good people."
"Where are they now? Are they still alive?"
Xu Chengcai became silent, unsure how to respond.
After a while, he bowed to these words.
And stepped out.
"Dad, you haven't answered my question, are they still alive?"
After a while, Xu Chengcai finally replied: "I hope they are alive."
He recalled his earlier conversation with Xiao Yong:
"Are we good people?"
"We are good people."
"Why are we good people?"
"Because we have a fire in our hearts."
.....
Good people in this Doomsday always seem to die faster.
But he still wanted to teach Xiao Yong to be a good person.
Yet, many times, what he asked Xiao Yong to do, the cautions he taught, did not align with the standards of a good person.
Very conflicted.
He hoped Xiao Yong would not lose his humanity as a person but also be able to protect himself and live well.
However, in this Doomsday, it is hard for kind people to survive.
This is a fact, and it is sorrowful.
This is not an individual's sorrow, not a group's sorrow, but,
an era's sorrow, an environment's sorrow.
......
Xu Chengcai's heart was heavy, as he walked down the mountain, thinking:
The Dao says: Take care of oneself, but lend a hand in times of turmoil during years of chaos.
This sense of impact made his heart ache and deeply moved.
Hope, they are still there.
Xu Chengcai looked at the blue sky and white clouds, his chest felt as if a large stone was blocking it, unbearably heavy and uncomfortable.
But, no matter how touched, what needs to be done must still be done. The road to be traveled, still must be walked.
They had to descend the mountain, continuing south.
Searching for a place where Xiao Yong could grow up well.
He didn't know if it existed, but this was the motivation that kept him going.
If not, then keep walking until they find such a place.
......
Lu Mountain.
Uncle Wan saw that the flood at the foot of the mountain had subsided enough, so he found Dongfeng and once again suggested that he evacuate downhill.
