Quick Travel to the Clouds

Chapter 635 The Apocalyptic Old Lady 4

The sturdy middle-aged man (Li Jianguo): This older brother, who worked hard to maintain order and protect young people and women at the beginning of the disaster, had veins bulging on his hands as he gripped the wrench.

His experience made him even clearer about how bizarre and terrifying things had just happened.

That old woman… she used the legendary… magic? Martial arts? No, it felt more like she was controlling the power of the elements!

He watched as Yun Chu deftly returned the knife to its place, her eyes showing no emotion as she surveyed the ravaged battlefield. A chill ran down his spine, and his knuckles turned white as he gripped the wrench.

Is she human?

Or is it some kind of being disguised in a human form?

A resolute middle-aged woman (Wang Caixia): She had long since put down the heavy "package" in her arms.

She looked at the charred remains, the frozen pieces of corpses, the ground altered by earth-elemental power, and the withered vines... The resolve on her face was replaced by immense bewilderment.

Having gone through so much, she thought she was resilient enough, but what she saw before her completely overturned her worldview.

Does that old lady have light on her?

She felt her brain couldn't process the information; it was a complete mess.

There was no cheering, no thanks.

There was only deathly silence and six pairs of eyes filled with horror, awe, and bewilderment, fixedly on the thin old woman whose blue and white striped hospital gown was spotless (except for the bloodstains on the soles of her shoes), whose silver hair swayed slightly, and whose fingers seemed to still carry residual electricity.

Yun Chu's gaze swept over their pale, distorted faces, finally settling on the petite woman silently weeping. Her voice remained calm, yet it struck each person's heart like a heavy hammer:

"active?"

Yun Chu's calm question, "Can you move?", seemed to shatter the frozen space and time, causing the six stunned people to tremble violently.

"It can move! It can!" Ma Yong, the muscular young man with a buzz cut, was the first to react, his voice loud but with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.

He hurriedly bent down and picked up the metal bed leg from the ground, as if this simple weapon could give him some courage to face the mysterious old woman in front of him.

“It…it can move…” Liu Jing, the tall, thin boy with glasses, took a deep breath, trying to stop his hands from trembling, and gripped the simple spear mop tightly.

His gaze towards Yun Chu was filled with an indescribable fervor and awe, as if he were seeing a legendary god descended to earth or... a superman. Only one thought remained in his mind: Follow her! Only by following her could he survive!

The nurse with the high ponytail, Su Xiaoman, pursed her lips, nodded firmly, wiped the blood splattered on her face cleanly, and stood up straighter.

The fire axe seemed to gain some kind of power in her hands. As women, the age gap was bridged by their absolute fighting prowess at this moment.

In addition to gratitude, a fire ignited in her eyes—an extreme thirst for power and an absolute following of the strong.

This is the hope for survival! I must cling to this powerful force! This thought screamed wildly in her mind.

The petite Zhou Weiwei nodded, sobbing, tears still streaming down her face. But when she heard Yun Chu's words, she felt as if she had been whipped. She hurriedly bent down, picked up the fire extinguisher canister from the ground, and hugged it tightly to her chest.

She dared not get too close to Yun Chu, nor dared she be too far away, so she could only follow closely beside Su Xiaoman.

The dependence on Yun Chu was almost instinctive, the instinctive closeness of someone who had just been pulled back from the brink of death to their only protector.

In her heart, Yun Chu's image had already been deified.

Li Jianguo, a sturdy middle-aged man, still had a solemn expression, his knuckles gripping the wrench slightly white, but he was the first to speak, his voice low and hoarse but carrying a sense of determination: "Master... Master? Where... are we going now? What's the plan?"

He used a more respectful but not too distant form of address.

Having lived half his life, he knew all too well what a strong leader meant in such an apocalyptic world.

The devastating battle scene he had just witnessed completely shattered his idea of ​​relying on experience and composure to maintain the situation.

This old woman isn't human; she's a living, breathing killing machine! But only by following this killing machine can one survive! He had to keep up! He immediately realized his place.

The resolute middle-aged woman, Wang Caixia, immediately put down the heavy "package," caught her breath, and the confusion in her eyes faded, leaving only determination: "Tell us what to do, and we'll do it! We'll follow you!"

The look in her eyes for Yun Chu was now devoid of doubt; her silver hair and wrinkles had transformed into badges of strength. She was willing to kneel and kowtow to this old woman, if only she could live.

After asking for their names, Yun Chu didn't say anything more. She simply glanced at their faces, her cold eyes showing no emotion, as if she were checking if the tools were intact.

He nodded slightly and said briefly, "Clear the floor and find other living people."

"I'll lead the way, Li Jianguo and Ma Yong will bring up the rear, the rest of you stay in the middle, keep quiet, and watch your flanks." Her instructions were clear, concise, and carried an unquestionable authority.

It was as if she hadn't just gone through a life-or-death battle, but had simply dealt with a few annoying bugs while taking a walk.

The order was issued without the slightest hesitation.

Yun Chu turned and left, her legs, clearly belonging to an elderly person, moved with unusual lightness and strength, the hem of her blue and white striped hospital gown stained with blood fluttering slightly.

She didn't immediately use her powers to clear the area in front of her; instead, she held the Tang sword dripping with slime and went for a walk downstairs like an ordinary old lady.

If we ignore the chaotic corridor behind her, resembling a scene of carnage, and the six burly men and women who were utterly subdued and willingly became her vassals.

The six people immediately sprang into action like the most precise machines:

Ma Yong and Liu Jing exchanged a glance and moved to the back of the line in tacit agreement. Ma Yong gripped the bed leg tightly and looked back warily.

Liu Jing nervously held the spear, his mind highly focused, afraid of overlooking any potential danger and betraying the "boss's" trust.

Li Jianguo and Wang Caixia consciously walked in the middle to the back of the group. Li Jianguo gripped the wrench tightly to protect his relatively weaker side, while Wang Caixia picked up her "package weapon" again, as vigilant as a mother leopard protecting her cubs.

Su Xiaoman naturally shielded Zhou Weiwei, holding the fire axe close to her body. Zhou Weiwei, on the other hand, gripped the fire extinguisher tightly, not daring to let go for even a moment.

The team is moving.

The air was thick with the stench of burning, blood, and a heavy, oppressive fear. Some of the ward doors on either side of the corridor were wide open, revealing the horrific scenes inside; others were tightly shut, from which came the occasional chilling scratching sounds or low growls.

Around the corner ahead, two wandering zombies, sensing the presence of living beings, roared and pounced. Yun Chu didn't even turn around; only the instant they appeared did she flick her right hand almost imperceptibly.

Crack! Crack!

Two smaller, more concentrated purple lightning orbs shot precisely into their wide-open mouths.

puff!puff!

After a slight explosion, the two heads burst open like watermelons hit by a heavy hammer, spraying out dark green liquid. However, before they could reach the wall, they were bounced off by an invisible barrier (a very slight earth-based shaping ability) and fell to the ground, their bodies sliding silently.

The whole process was swift and silent, like lighting two inconspicuous light bulbs in a dimly lit corridor.