Chapter 584: Need to Consider Methods for Evil Cultivators

"No, wait, why aren't you stuttering anymore?"Chen Hao examined Chen Hao with curiosity, his eyes full of suspicion.

After Chen Ye's reminder, the others also looked over at Chen Hao with interest.

Although everyone could tell this person was human and not an Anomaly, they still kept some vigilance.

After all, Anomalies come in many forms, and no one could claim to understand every type.

Being stared at by so many people made Chen Hao a little embarrassed.

It seemed that because of Chen Ye's reminder, Chen Hao's next sentence reverted and he started stuttering again.

"The medicine's effect... the medicine's effect kicked in!"

Hearing that stammering tone, the group all showed familiar expressions.

Before coming to the base, Chen Hao and the others had gone out to scavenge supplies.

As a Quotation Sequence, Chen Hao naturally served as a frontline fighter.

So previously Chen Hao had drunk a bottle of potion that cured stuttering.

Ever since obtaining that potion back at the Oasis, it had become part of Chen Hao's regular medical supplies.

After all, a Quotation Sequence superhuman would suffer a big loss in combat effectiveness if he stuttered.

He had spoken smoothly for a few sentences after returning here, but with Chen Ye's reminder the potion's effect wore off.

Hearing Chen Hao stammer, everyone suddenly felt more familiar with him.

Only Chen Hao's expression was somewhat downcast.

Chen Hao's return had livened up the Fair Convoy's atmosphere.

Chen Hao had not gone back to live with Little Fatty and the others, but instead stayed directly with the Fair Convoy.

Obviously he couldn't tolerate Little Fatty's crazy persona.

The side effects of the Visionary Sequence were getting stronger. According to Chen Hao, Little Fatty now imagined himself as some imperial bloodline from a hundred years ago.

Little Fatty kept dreaming of restoring his kingdom.

Even ordinary people in that convoy had been affected to some degree.

Of course, the worst affected was Little Dezi.

They had even changed the convoy's name.

"Changed the convoy's name?"

Chen Ye asked curiously, glancing at the huge migration vehicle nearby whose roof still bore the two characters "Emperor" unchanged.

It wasn't just Chen Ye looking; everyone else turned their gaze that way too.

Their eyes showed inquiry and curiosity!

But mixed into those looks was also a sense of "is this person crazy?"

The enormous migration vehicle was truly conspicuous, parked there like a steel fortress.

"You... will... know soon..."

Chen Hao avoided looking directly, turning his face away as he spoke, his expression growing darker.

Before Chen Ye could ask more, someone climbed onto the massive migration vehicle holding something in their hands.

Then an iron rod was stuck beside that "Emperor" flag.

The person took a black cloth from his sleeve, which seemed to have words written on it.

The black cloth was tied to the iron rod — it turned out that the iron rod was actually a flagpole.

Soon everyone understood why Chen Hao had looked so reluctant to meet their gaze.

On that flagpole were four golden characters.

"The Great Shun Dynasty!"

Four golden characters on a black flag!

Chen Ye and the others gaped in astonishment.

They could do that!?

From now on, Little Fatty's convoy had a name.

The Great Shun Dynasty!

Those four characters sounded imposing enough.

The convoy called itself the Great Shun Dynasty, and the vehicle was dubbed the "Mobile Palace."

A single planted flag was enough for the base to quickly realize a bizarre convoy had arrived, calling itself the Great Shun Dynasty.

"Long live my emperor, ten thousand years, ten thousand years!"

Faintly, such voices could be heard.

They saw Little Fatty step down from the vehicle wearing a very imposing suit of armor.

Two people immediately flanked him as ceremonial attendants.

Yes, the kind of attendants in historical dramas who fan and shield when an emperor appears.

As Little Fatty stepped down, survivors in their camp knelt on the ground.

Those survivors' faces were fanatically serious, as if genuinely worshipping a sovereign.

Chen Ye muttered, "Little Fatty actually dared to get out of the vehicle?"

The old Little Fatty would never leave that turtle-shell migration vehicle unless absolutely necessary.

Now he actually got out on his own...

Chen Hao stammered as he explained, "Y-yes... he... he also... got stronger!"

Chen Ye asked in surprise, "Don't tell me he reached Sequence 4 too?"

"N-no... not... yes! But... he really... got stronger..."

"It seems... it seems... as..."

Chen Hao stammered and the others finally understood.

It turned out Little Fatty had another ability: the more people he influenced, the stronger he became.

The Visionary's side effect was a double-edged sword.

While twisting himself, it also twisted others.

Previously, only Little Dezi and a few scattered survivors were affected by Little Fatty.

But now, apart from Chen Hao, everyone in their convoy had been influenced.

That was why Little Fatty had grown stronger.

According to Chen Hao, anyone affected by Little Fatty, whether alive or dead, would amplify Little Fatty's strength.

Hearing that, Chen Ye clicked his tongue in astonishment.

If this ability had existed before the apocalypse, Little Fatty might have become the strongest of all.

"What about you? Sequence 4 yet?"

Chu Che asked.

Chen Hao awkwardly shook his head, "N-no... Sequence 4... h-how..."

Seeing him take forever to finish a sentence, Chen Ye jumped in, "He means to say, becoming Sequence 4 isn't that easy!"

"Y-yes... exactly, that's... what he means!"

Chen Hao nodded hurriedly.

Chen Ye then looked at Chu Che, Gong Yong, and Sun Xixi: "How did you two reach Sequence 4?"

The question of reaching Sequence 4 gnawed at Chen Ye.

Every time he felt he was about to succeed, it always seemed just out of reach.

Like there was a sheet of window paper blocking him; once pierced he'd be Sequence 4.

But that paper was stubbornly resilient.

Hearing Chen Ye's question, Chen Hao also looked at the others intently.

Sequence 4 was not just Chen Ye's problem, it was a problem for many.

Gong Yong scratched his head, "I don't know either, I was just doing work, and at some point I became Sequence 4."

Chu Che thought for a moment: "Our pathfinder Sequence 4 is probably different from yours. Combat Sequence 4s seem harder to reach, like Xixi!"

"Given Xixi's talent, she should've been our convoy's first Sequence 4!"

"......"

Blah blah blah...

Chu Che spoke analytically and at length.

Sun Xixi nodded in agreement.

She had also assumed she'd be the convoy's first Sequence 4.

She hadn't expected Gong Yong to be the first.

When it came time for Sun Xixi to speak, the pink-haired girl thought a moment and only said a few words after a long pause.

"I don't know either. I just go with the flow. Nothing special, and I didn't feel any bottleneck."

Chen Ye and Chen Hao were speechless.

If Dantai Bie counted as the Fair Convoy's outsider, then Chen Hao was definitely the convoy's reserve.

Most of the convoy were happy about Chen Hao's "return."

Iron Lion kept grinning foolishly; whenever Chen Hao said something to him, that guy just smiled and at most nodded.

So everyone watched the strange scene of a stammering stutterer and a grinning simpleton happily chatting away.

By rough count, the Fair Convoy had about ten superhumans.

That size caused other convoys to gasp.

Other convoys usually had fewer superhumans, three or four, or at most six or seven.

Convoys that large were not common.

Nearby, Wu Zehui from another convoy also got along well with the Fair Convoy.

A sunny, open personality makes someone popular wherever they go.

This guy had a good nature, so he quickly became familiar with several members of the Fair Convoy.

During meals he would even wander over carrying a bowl.

Unfortunately, the Fair Convoy's mutton had run out.

His hopes of getting some meat were dashed.

The Happy Family convoy also dropped by now and then.

Chen Ye and the others sometimes visited them too.

Ye and Xu Linhao would come by as well, whether they had business or not.

Everyone at the base was waiting for the first day of the lunar new year.

Lin Shu Tong's Peace Convoy still hadn't appeared.

Little Fish's smile had noticeably faded.

She was clearly worried about her friend's safety.

In this apocalypse, partings often meant never seeing someone again.

Chen Ye wisely didn't provoke the little girl.

Even though every time she saw him she made faces at his nose and eyes, Chen Ye just put up with it and didn't take it personally.

Beside them, the Skeleton Convoy's standard of living visibly improved.

These thoughtful youths left early and returned late every day; whether superhumans or ordinary members, this convoy seemed less like participants in the Return to the City Plan and more like job hunters.

Except for that ear-length bobbed girl who never went out, everyone else had been out and about.

That bobbed-haired girl never came near Chen Ye and the others, mostly staying alone.

Time flew.

In the blink of an eye, the three days promised to the blade had arrived.

Not just three days!

Wonders have spirits; Chen Ye believed his words, and he believed the blade could understand.

Yet the blade still would not submit.

Chen Ye had already begun considering methods used by evil cultivators.