Chapter 508: I Don’t Like This
Chapter 508: I Don’t Like This
Several small dinosaurs, drawn by the commotion, soon lumbered toward the neighborhood.
By then, An Ran’s car—carrying Doll, Little Mint, and Hengheng—had already slipped out the back gate, now choked with mutant vines on her orders.
The first dinosaur crashed through and was immediately bound. Zhan Lian’s blades struck, its dark red blood sizzling as it burned the plants. A vine burrowed into its mouth, hollowing it out from the inside.
Its dying howls drew more dinosaurs, but by then An Ran’s car was gone.
The mutant plants of Xiangcheng temporarily shielded the north from the dinosaur threat. Compared to the southern dinosaur-like monsters, the northern dangers—zombies, mutated snakes, cats, and rats—were easier to manage, so long as they avoided copper-skinned, sharp-tongued zombies.
Fatty led his group along the same path as Lei Jiang.
Why Lei Jiang’s path? Because Lei Jiang, an earth-type ability user, was one or two levels stronger than Fatty and could turn entire stretches of road into gravel. In Xiangcheng, following the gravel path was as good as following Lei Jiang.
Fatty, An Ran, and the others weren’t chasing Lei Jiang—they just wanted a safe way out.
Soon, they left Xiangcheng’s star district and reached Champagne Airport at the west side of the district.
Supplies along the way were scarce. It seemed Lei Jiang’s group hadn’t anticipated Zhang Boxun would pursue them, so they scavenged for supplies along the route. By the time they reached Champagne Airport, Zhang Boxun had apparently caught up, and a fierce battle broke out. The road surface was left riddled with pits, making travel difficult.
A few kilometers out, they hit a massive pothole.
Fatty cursed, stopping the convoy to call in an earth ability user to fill it.
Zhan Lian, trailing behind, stopped and ran ahead to check. An Ran, holding Doll and guiding Little Mint at the rear, prepared to set a vine trap.
She had thought about collecting wood-element crystal cores from plants for the long journey—but after the ordeal with the Flesh Flower, she felt plants could have emotions. Taking their wood-type crystal cores meant taking their lives. They could feel resentment and unwillingness.
Of course, before someone as powerful as An Ran, these still-weak mutated plants had no say in their fate. But An Ran simply didn’t like doing that.
Perhaps, someday, somewhere, a tiny plant might grow strong while harboring hatred. The cycle of cause and effect in this world was unpredictable, and many things were better left unprovoked.