In the silent wilderness, beams of light pierced the darkness, and the deep roar of the engine was accompanied by the terrifying and painful howls of the mutated monsters, one after another. This is definitely the worst nightmare anyone who has experienced it has ever had.

Moreover, such a nightmare lasted the whole night!

Under the night, the cold sweat on Joyner's forehead had already dried up, but her eyes still showed the same coldness and determination as usual. She held the steering wheel tightly with both hands, and mechanically stepped on the accelerator.

That night, Joyner ran seventy to eighty kilometers with a group of refugees.

But it should be safe now, the monsters were left far behind, and no horrible sound could be heard at all.

Joyner's face was gloomy—she had nothing to say about such a terrible world, such a time.

The prisoners in the truck were also sleepless, and they all huddled together in panic. After escaping from the dead, the huge emotions in everyone's chest poured out uncontrollably, and some couldn't help covering their faces and crying. The unbelievable fact is that they survived, but huge questions were on everyone's mind at the same time.

Those unbearable scenes are repeated...shock, fear, doubt and joy.

She was able to escape from the hands of the demons. Is this woman human or inhuman?

The east is gradually turning pale, and the gray skyline spreads out straight on both sides of the hill, connecting into a faintly invisible thin line.

Joyner slowed down and drove carefully, the roar of the engine turned into a calm and regular vibration.

She knew that this path of rage was finally coming to an end, and the world ushered in the peace that should belong to it.

This is the edge of the wilderness, the sun is getting higher and higher, yellow-green dwarf plants appear in front of the eyes, and there are sporadic life on the sand. In the distance is a row of well-defined hills and hills, and in front of you are several small valleys. The warm and humid air blowing in front of you swirls between the valleys, bringing an ecological environment that is different from the wilderness.

After several consecutive nights without closing her eyes, Joyner took a breath from the exhaustion of fleeing for her life until now.

The battle that has passed left her with lingering fears, but even now, she still can't tell whether what she experienced is reality or a dream.

Her memories should be filled with smiling faces and cheers, but she couldn't make out any specific faces. At this time, the newborn sunshine was too bright, and the noise was too strong, roaring in her mind for a long time.

What a wretched world!

She kept cursing in her mouth, glanced around, and quickly parked the truck in a flat place, and then an unpleasant smell wafted.

Joyner jumped out of the car, and saw bloodstains on the front of the car, dirty things covered with spikes, and she had already recognized the original appearance. She frowned and opened the machine cover, a puff of white steam rose up, and the fuel was almost used up.

She remembered the smell of smoke and flames, the smell of freedom.

After filling the gas tank, she began to carefully examine her injuries. Fortunately, the wounds from the fight with the terrifying beasts have completely healed, and even the skin corroded by saliva does not show any traces, it is still smooth and elastic.

She moved her limbs, feeling tired but full of energy, without any hindrance to her actions.

Some of the prisoners behind the car opened their sleepy eyes, and some were still in a deep sleep.

Joyner just glanced at them and walked away indifferently. Anyway, she has nothing in common with these people, and communicating with them is even more of a luxury. Now she just wants to quickly find the legendary human settlement - Hidden Sand Castle, because only in this way can she survive.

She alone took out a sack of grain from the back of the carriage, took out a large iron bucket, found a place sheltered from the wind and started a fire, and the smell of cooking food soon wafted into the air.

It was still the dark brown viscous substance that tasted like chewing wax. Joyner felt very hungry, filled a large basin of food for herself, and wiped it out immediately. Then she carried the rest of the food to the back of the car and threw it to the prisoners like pigs.

With a "Hurla", the sober prisoners quickly surrounded them and began to gobble them up.

Georgina noticed that several people were still huddled in corners, trembling. She frowned, turned around and left without saying anything.

Just as she was walking back, her steps suddenly slowed down and then stopped.

I saw the little boy standing in front of her looking at her, his extremely clear eyes seemed to be shining brightly, and he came to find her specially.

"What? Do you want to eat with them?" Joyner said coldly with a straight face.

In fact, she was grateful to this child from the bottom of her heart, after all, it was his wit that saved her. As for the fact that she actually saved everyone in the car, she didn't think so much, because her essence was just to protect herself.

The little boy shook his head, his expression was indescribably uncomfortable, which made people feel pity.

"Well...then what do you want? Do you want to drink water?" Joyner had to put away her cold face, put her hands on her hips, and asked again slowly.

"elder sister…"

"Sister needs herbs...she is dying and needs to be healed..."

The little boy spoke this time, tilted his head, pointed innocently at the woman with disheveled hair leaning on the iron fence, and whispered.

"Sister...? Herbs?"

Joyner looked in the direction of his finger and instantly understood.

The woman's eyes were lifeless, her withered hands were grasping feebly on the wire mesh, and the veins on her skin were stretched out, so eye-catching. Her body was as weak as a shriveled straw, as if the fire of life was about to burn out for her.

She didn't even touch the boiled food that gave off a tempting smell, but she was trembling all over, scratching her skinny arm with hunger and thirst, making a painful sound like a beast, as if she was praying for something .

I'm afraid I thought wrong before—that woman is not the little boy's mother. Although he called her sister, he probably wasn't her own sister, and probably only met after being captured by sand bandits.

How foolish!

"Evil giant hemp!" Joyner cursed in a low voice.

The sound of "ho ho" came from the woman's mouth. When Joyna heard it, she just curled her lips in disgust, not paying attention at all.

"No, no."

Joyner shook her head indifferently at the little boy and said, "It's an addictive drug that can make people feel depressed~lightnovelpub.net~ It's definitely not a medicinal herb for curing diseases. I don't have those things here."

"But you, you can save her, right?"

"Hmph—as long as she eats, she will get better soon..." Joyner is not sure how to treat drug addiction, but based on her "profound" cognition in this era, addiction is It's totally doable.

"But...she is really dying, she can't eat now..."

The little boy had a sad face and an expressionless expression. Since he was able to beg Joyner to find a way, it meant that he was no longer afraid of this "fierce" woman.

"No! You are too young to understand this," Joyner replied resolutely, exhaled, and then patiently explained.

"It's something that bandits forced you to eat in order to control you. That thing is poisonous, understand? Only by getting rid of the drug addiction can she slowly get better and her spirit will recover."

The little boy didn't seem to believe her words, he lowered his head and remained silent.

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