Don't engage in the Shura field in the post-apocalyptic text

Cong Yu spread his teeth and paws all over his body, poking out a field of plants, big and small leaves or vines, all following the clues left by Shan Jiazhi.

He frowned, realizing that he had done something bad with good intentions.

If he had directly refused the man to get in the car at that time, perhaps it would not have made him so difficult.

To put it simply, at five o'clock in the morning, he woke up on time according to his biological clock and found that there was someone missing in the car—Shan Jiazhi, who took their food reserves and fled in the middle of the night.

"..."

Of course he wanted to wake up the rest of the people at the first moment, but thinking of the script that was on the verge of collapse and the fact that he could still vaguely detect Shan Jiazhi's aura, he could only suppress his anger and get up and track alone.

The scope of application of his abilities has been expanded a bit.

In the script setting, there is no room for improvement in plant abilities, because the general ability improvement refers to "more precise operation", and this directly led him to think that he had perceived it yesterday until he just tracked down Shan Jiazhi. The ability to improve is an illusion.

Cong Yu glanced at his watch, calculating the time when the people in the car would wake up.

Fortunately, he was able to wake up shortly after Shan Jiazhi stole and escaped.

Otherwise, according to the status of that guy's speed-type ability user, even if Cong Yu used his ability to the extreme, he would have to let the other party run away.

In addition, last night Ren Chenzhuo was still mentioning that the location of their parking lot was not good, and the dust was so dusty that it was easy to eat ashes. Unexpectedly, this morning he followed the footprints left by the deserters and chased them out for two streets.

But at the same time—unfortunately, although he successfully followed the message for a long distance, he couldn't really chase the person back.

The surrounding streets and alleys were silent, and all traces of Shan Jiazhi also disappeared after tracing this alley.Cong Yu looked around, and finally retracted the vine in silence.

It is possible for speed-type superpowers to cross the entire city within two hours after using their supernatural powers fully, and they are limited only by their supernatural powers and their remaining physical strength.

Cong Yu stared at his own shadow reflected in the glass window next to him.His face was stained with ashes, his hair was blown up in sleep, and his clothes were dirty.

Thinking about the comment he made on Shan Jiazhi's appearance yesterday - kind eyebrows and kind eyes are easy to get along with, he just felt as if he had been slapped in the face.

clam down.

He glanced at his watch again irritably, realizing that the protagonist group should have woken up.

Now it's not just a matter of plot derailment.He even caused the entire team to lose their food reserves because of his negligence. Even if everyone is in city D now, the resources in the script for them to replenish are not enough to support the entire team to the next city where they can settle.

With his head down, he leaned against the wall dejectedly, and the nerves that had been tense for half a month unexpectedly relaxed at this juncture——

Is he going to give up the plot?

This is the root of the disaster he planted, and of course he has to solve it by himself.

"There's nothing wrong with him... Well, I shouldn't have let Shan Jiazhi get in the car."

On the other side of the group, Ren Chenzhuo was annoyed and blamed himself: "My father said that I am a bad person... Sigh, next time I will..."

"Brother, please stop talking..."

Si Feng swallowed his saliva weakly, vaguely feeling that the two behind him looked at Ren Chenzhuo as if they wanted to kill someone.

Those two faces were as stinky as his angry girlfriend, maybe even a little bit more terrifying than his girlfriend.

Fortunately, after getting off the car, several people could still find some information along the footprints left by Cong Yu, and Cong Yu was smart enough to leave small plant fragments for them to find their way after the footprints disappeared.

So when the worried four took a child to find Cong Yu who was sitting on the edge of the supermarket with his head in his arms, what he saw was the other party leaning against the wall in frustration, with his head buried in his knees.

Poor little bunch.

"Brother! Are you okay!" Ren Chenzhuo babbled forward and squatted in front of Cong Yu: "Hey, have you seen Shan Jiazhi? He didn't do anything to you, did he?"

Cong Yu raised his head when he heard this, and clasped his hands weakly in front of his calves: "I lost my heel."

"... Lost it?" Ren Chenzhuo was taken aback, and then remembered that they had lost a bag.The few of them just glanced at the trunk without the backpack and were rushed out by Zuo Wan and ran away. After chasing them all the way, they really realized what happened: "Shan Jiazhi?"

"...Well." Cong Yu lowered his head again, as if he didn't dare to face them: "I'm sorry, I should have objected at that time."

"The food we brought was stolen by him."

"...And I didn't play the role I should have, I couldn't be the first time he ran away—"

Suddenly a piece of chocolate was stuck under his nose.

Cong Yu looked along that hand with sharp knuckles, Zuo Wanzheng looked down at him, and there was no trace of blame in his eyes: "It's time for you to eat."

The chocolate has probably been covered in the pocket for a long time, and it looks a little deformed.Cong Yu touched his empty stomach, and looked at Zuo Wan: "I lost my food."

"This is what I left for you." Zuo Wan put his other hand into his pocket as if there was nowhere to put it: "If you are hungry again when you are outside, you must eat something."

"...I lost my food." Cong Yu said every word, "I didn't catch up with Shan Jiazhi, it was my fault."

Zuo Wan didn't speak, just squatted down and peeled off the chocolate skin and handed it to Cong Yu's mouth: "Eat."

It wasn't until he saw Cong Yu eating the chocolate bit by bit with his hand like a kitten, that he stopped: "We are in the same team."

"..."

"That's right, brother, you're not the only one who made mistakes... You see, I was always educated by brother Ren before!" Si Feng babbled for a long time, and suddenly felt that there seemed to be something wrong with what he said, so he quickly changed his mouth: "Oh , besides, I can’t blame you for this matter~ It’s because everyone didn’t see through the thief!”

"Brother, I should be the one most responsible for this..."

"Little rabbit, don't think so much, where would we be today without you."

without him?

Cong Yu was thinking about his position.

Here he is the tool man and cannon fodder appointed by the author, and no one has really paid attention to him until his death, and no one has seriously thanked him.

"Cong Yu" relied on his weak abilities to pave the way for his teammates before they became gods, and became a puppet. Even his own character design was vague, and the author used a few vague words to brush it off .

But when he was really in this team, as a living person, in this team, it was clear that he was loved by everyone.

He is also an essential one.

He is so persistent in following the meaning of the script, even if he has traveled through the books, he still lives the same life as before, trying to become a transparent person who has no sense of existence in the vast society.

Is OCD really just OCD?Isn't it his escape from the unknown path of life?

"thank you all."

He stood up supporting the hand Zuo Wan extended to him, and suddenly nodded solemnly: "But if I did something wrong, I did it wrong, and I tried to make it up—" His eyes drifted to the door of the nearby supermarket, "No Where to find supplementary food."

"What's the matter?" Ren Chenzhuo came over comfortingly and rubbed his hair even more messy: "I still have some food. That bastard Shan Jiazhi only took one bag, and the rest is enough for us to last." ...Hold on for a while..."

What he originally brought was food for one person, and after these days of consumption, there is not much left: "It doesn't matter, let's look for it again!"

Can such a big city still not find a morsel of food?