owlsbooks Chapter 387 You seem to care about him a lot?
Chapter 387 You seem to care about him a lot?
"Fu Wanhao, your man is in my hands. Come see me by evening with your head, or else..."
At noon, Xu Si took advantage of a break in the team's announcements to leave a message for Fu Wanhao.
However, he didn't have much hope of finding it; the old man was very afraid of losing his life.
Everyone looked at each other.
Fu Xiaojian leaned closer and whispered, "Um... Old Xu, didn't we say we should treat prisoners of war well and win them over with virtue?"
"..." Xu Si glanced at him.
"You treat me well, I'll just have to give you the axe!"
"..."
Fu Xiaojian was speechless, his lips twitching slightly.
"Why do you seem so nonchalant? If your father hadn't come, I wouldn't have been able to stop Old Xu from chopping you up!" Fu Xiaojian said to Fu Ruoxue, who looked relaxed.
"Logically, you shouldn't be this angry, right? Could it be that Fu Wanhao could gain a special ability from you?" After thinking it over, Fu Ruoxue could only come up with this possibility.
Despite the surprise attack, the Xinhuo team suffered no losses whatsoever.
They also killed two people from the Marriott convoy, captured four others, and even kidnapped her, the apothecary.
This is pure profit, so why is Xu Si so angry?
So there's only one truth.
His own father actually obtained a special ability from Xu Si?
No one would be happy if one of their traits was taken away.
But how did they manage to do that?
Could it be that Fu Wanhao was hiding his true abilities?
Does he possess methods unknown to himself?
The old man even kept it from her, so it doesn't seem that strange.
Fu Ruoxue was completely baffled.
Meanwhile, in a cave in a mountain valley directly south of the Xinhuo train convoy, Fu Wanhao was equally puzzled.
Activating the [Chessboard] consumes one trait, and you lose another trait.
The convoy also suffered heavy losses, and his daughter was even kidnapped by the convoy.
What else could Xu Si possibly be dissatisfied with?
Is it really necessary to exterminate them all?
This made him even more hesitant to show himself, deciding to wait two more days.
Looking at the now scattered and disorganized convoy, Fu Wanhao's heart was bleeding.
Greed is not enough to swallow an elephant.
……
Xu Si was speechless in response to Fu Ruoxue's speculation.
He might be the only one who feels hopeless about the new features!
The familiar yet unfamiliar figure never appeared within Xu Si's star veins.
"Looks like your boss has really given up on you!" Xu Si said calmly.
To Yang Shu and the others, it was nothing short of the whispers of a demon.
"We are prisoners of war, and we signed a contract." Yang Shu's heart sank to the bottom, but he still wanted to salvage the situation.
Xu Si naturally couldn't possibly kill them all.
He only made the announcement because he was clinging to that sliver of hope, and at the same time, to extinguish the last remaining thoughts these guys had.
"Don't worry, I'm a very reasonable person!"
Yang Shu shrank back and wisely shut his mouth.
He is well aware that he is now at the mercy of others.
Jiang Ling remained silent throughout. Perhaps it was because he was old and had seen through many things, so he didn't have much inner struggle and just did his best.
Fu Ruoxue, on the other hand, was quite composed.
She sat on a rock by the campfire, holding half a compressed biscuit handed to her by a grilled sausage, and nibbled on it in small bites.
Her posture didn't resemble that of a prisoner; it was more like that of a young lady having a picnic.
"Are you really not afraid? Or are you just feeling confident?" Fu Xiaojian walked up to her and handed her the dinner he was holding.
"What are you afraid of?"
"die."
"Everyone is afraid of death! Am I no exception?"
"Then why?"
Fu Xiaojian actually wanted to win over Fu Ruoxue as soon as possible, so he was unusually talkative today.
"Does being afraid mean you have to show it?" she said, giving Fu Xiaojian a childish look.
Actually, she quite liked the feeling of being a prisoner.
Others may not be able to understand this feeling, but for her, it was a kind of freedom.
Fu Xiaojian was momentarily speechless at that look, and swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.
He suddenly realized that the woman in front of him was far more complex than he had imagined.
A woman who was used as a bargaining chip by her father and pushed around by fate has managed to survive until now in this apocalyptic world.
The fact that she can advance a pharmacist's sequence to sequence 4 is definitely not just due to her face.
"Alright, you can ride in the same car as Jiao Jiao and the others from now on." He stood up and patted off non-existent dust from his trousers.
This serves as both a layer of security and an invisible confinement for Fu Ruoxue.
Fu Ruoxue frowned, looking at the chariot not far away, then at the red fortress not far away, but in the end she didn't say anything.
As for Jiang Ling, Yang Shu, and the others, they didn't receive such good treatment and instead boarded Zhou Huo's truck together.
The truck is big enough that it can comfortably fit more than twenty people, but the level of comfort is questionable.
Seeing Xu Si float back to Nirvana, Yang Shu finally felt relieved, knowing that his head was safe.
When Xu Si returned to the roof of the Nirvana vehicle, the blood-red sun had already begun to set in the west, and the wasteland was beginning to fade.
As for whether there will be another attack tonight, Xu Si thinks it won't.
Marriott's fleet no longer had the strength to launch an attack.
One by one, they flew out from the source of his heart and landed on his shoulder, their eyes, shimmering with fragmented light, staring unblinkingly at his profile.
"Xu Si, are you unhappy?" she whispered, her tone firm.
"no."
"That's a lie."
Xu Si remained silent for a moment, offering no rebuttal.
He didn't care whether he was happy or not.
It wasn't because Fu Wanhao ran away, nor because they were tricked.
Instead, it was that damned "causal isolation" that, like an invisible thorn, pierced the softest spot in his heart.
Xu Si sat on the roof of the Nirvana car for the entire night.
The blood-red sun sets and rises again, and the wind on the wasteland blows from west to east.
He maintained the same posture throughout, like a sculpture forgotten in a corner of time.
Yi Yi nestled on his shoulder, not chattering away with questions as usual.
She could sense that Xu Si's silence was like a stubborn rock on a high ground, containing something she could not yet comprehend.
The noise in the camp gradually rose.
"Why is he still up there?" Fu Ruoxue looked up at the motionless figure on the roof of the Nirvana vehicle, as if asking a question, or perhaps talking to herself.
"Hmph, mind your own business!" Although she had accepted Fu Ruoxue getting into the car, Jiao Jiao still wanted her to recognize her own identity.
Fu Ruoxue, on the other hand, had no sense of being a prisoner and treated Jiao Jiao as a willful little sister.
She had seen too much before the apocalypse and knew all too well how to get along with others.
This made Jiao Jiao even angrier.
Fu Ruoxue's next sentence immediately broke Jiao Jiao's defenses.
"You seem to care about him a lot?"
Jiao Jiao was stunned for a moment, then bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on: "Who, who cares about him! If I care about him, who cares about me? Are you out of your mind?"
Then, he pretended to be flustered and fled.
Fu Ruoxue, however, had a knowing look in her eyes, a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth, and did not continue to press the matter.
(I don't want to write anymore, I owe you a chapter, 4am, you better step up! pgs2, I'll give you one more chance, otherwise you'll really lose me!)