hotmtlnovel Chapter 400 She looks like she's about to turn into a flower!
Chapter 400 She looks like she's about to turn into a flower!
Fu Xiaojian's gaze swept over the edge of the camp, over the still-shaken crowd, over the furrowed brows of the people and Jiao Jiao's busy figure.
Finally, it landed on the distant, now invisible outline of a sea of flowers.
His only consolation now is that he got Ya Ya to leave that wrecked car outside the camp.
If they were left at the camp, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Fan Wanwan's gaze also turned in that direction.
Under the blood-red sun, the city resembled an overturned palette, so vibrant it seemed unreal, a place she longed to visit.
She believes her lineage as a botanist has unlimited potential, provided there are plants for her to study.
But this is the end times, and plants are scarcer than humans.
Since she began to awaken to the sequence, her sequence progress has remained stagnant, without any advancement.
Today is the first time she has felt the vitality of the sequence, the first time she has felt its extraordinary power.
That's a power that makes people incredibly obsessed.
She looked down at her palm, where the vanished little flower was now breathing quietly deep within her consciousness.
This is the only wealth she possesses at this moment.
She closed her eyes, as if she could feel the "pulse" and "breath" of that city.
It called to her, the "lost lamb," slowly and deeply.
"Wanwan?"
Tashan's voice came from beside him, tinged with a hint of cautious concern.
She thought Fan Wanwan was too frightened and that's why she was in a daze.
Fan Wanwan snapped out of her daze and turned to look at him.
The honest-looking man stood two steps away, his expression a mixture of worry and bewilderment.
"You don't look well. Should we go see Jiao Jiao?" Ta Shan said, taking half a step forward before stopping abruptly.
He's not good at comforting people.
Fan Wanwan shook her head, a gentle smile curving her lips.
"Thank you, Brother Tashan, you're a good person." She said, but her gaze once again drifted uncontrollably into the distance.
Following her gaze, Tashan saw only a hazy gray horizon.
The flower market had faded from view, but he knew the direction Fan Wanwan was looking.
"That place is eerie; just passing through it almost resulted in the loss of several people in the convoy."
He couldn't help but say this, while his gaze fell on Fan Wanwan with concern.
Fan Wanwan did not respond.
She could feel something growing within her.
An idea that had been dormant in the depths of her subconscious since she awakened to the botanist sequence, only to finally sprout today.
That is something called strength, something called freedom, something called autonomy.
……
The convoy re-camped on the edge of a valley, about ten kilometers from the flower market.
Fu Xiaojian chose a very particular location—the valley was low-lying and surrounded by gentle slopes, so that the campsite was completely hidden from view from the direction of the flower market.
With the addition of Jiang Li's barrier and Xiao Luo's spiritual sense barrier, he was finally able to relax under this double protection.
"No one is allowed to approach the flower market tonight, and the number of people on night duty will be doubled."
"Report any abnormalities immediately; do not handle them without authorization."
This flower market is clearly not something they can afford to mess with.
Everyone nodded in agreement, and no one objected.
The psychological trauma left by that sea of flowers was too great for everyone, even greater than that of the black dragon.
The vines that sprouted from under the skin, the eerie flowers, and the silent, eroding fear were more chilling than any other strange phenomenon.
That was a terrifying prospect that could be used as nourishment at any moment.
Jiao Jiao, unusually, did not respond, but silently expanded the coverage of the healing properties by another circle.
Her gaze would occasionally drift towards Nirvana where Xu Si was, then quickly return to her.
Su Su saw it all but remained silent.
……
The night is getting darker.
The wind in the valley is gentler than on the wasteland, carrying the scent of earth and withered grass.
There was no campfire at the campsite; only a few emergency lights emitted a faint warm glow.
Everyone huddled inside the car, speaking in hushed tones, as if afraid of disturbing something.
Fu Xiaojian checked the condition of everyone in each car, especially those convoy members who had been parasitized by vines.
He had never done this before, even when the team suffered heavy losses, but today was different.
……
On the roof of the Nirvana vehicle, Xu Si sat cross-legged.
The star veins spread silently, enveloping an area of several kilometers around the camp.
No exception.
The area in the direction of the flower market was as quiet as a cemetery, so quiet that even the wind seemed to avoid it.
Yi Yi nestled on his shoulder, her little hands clutching his collar, unusually quiet.
"Xu Si," she suddenly spoke, her voice very soft.
"Um?"
"That woman..."
"What's wrong?"
Yi Yi tilted her head, seemingly considering her words.
"Her aura has changed."
Xu Si did not respond immediately.
He knew that Yi-yi was referring to Fan Wanwan.
"What has changed?"
"She looks like she's turning into a flower!"
"Turns into a flower? What does that mean?"
Yi Yi remained silent, unable to answer.
Her affinity for all things has completely different effects on humans and plants.
Xu Si remained silent as well.
He was certain that he wasn't using metaphors.
The night was as dark as ink, and the campsite was shrouded in a depressing silence.
Fan Wanwan slept fully clothed on the solidified stone bed in Tashan.
Her eyes were closed, and her breathing was as steady as if she were truly asleep.
But she was more conscious than ever.
In her palm, the vanished little flower was slowly breathing inside her body.
She could feel its pulse, perfectly synchronized with the pulse of the flower market in the distance, like two hearts echoing each other in the darkness.
She is waiting.
Once the camp is completely quiet, the night watchmen will switch to the second shift.
After midnight, the wind in the valley gradually stopped.
After inspecting the last vehicle, Fu Xiaojian returned to his Mengshi truck and closed his eyes to rest.
Chen Pei and Su Su sat cross-legged on the roof of their respective cars.
Fan Wanwan opened her eyes.
She rose quietly from the stone bed, and the moment her feet touched the ground, the small flower in her palm silently bloomed, enveloping her in a very faint, sweet fragrance.
The fragrance completely transformed her aura, even shutting out her senses of her own taste, body temperature, and heartbeat.
Su Su opened her eyes.
However, it is still quite difficult for a sequence 1 to avoid the perception of a sequence 4.
Fan Wanwan made a gesture indicating that she needed to use the restroom, and Su Su nodded and then closed her eyes again.
She walked through the camp, her steps as light as a cat's, not wanting to wake anyone.
However, she paused for a moment when she heard the snoring that was gradually rising in the camp.
As if saying her final goodbye, she turned and walked toward the edge of the camp.
Xu Si opened his eyes, and the scene seemed familiar.
He once allowed others to walk into darkness, into the fog, into the abyss of despair.
Now he watched helplessly as Fan Wanwan headed towards the flower market.
Her steps were more resolute and firm than ever before, as if she were welcoming a new life.