In the evening, Fu Erdie and Sang Wenhao successfully arrived at her grandmother’s home.
The house had come along with the bed-box. At this moment, it seemed to feel as if it had returned to its old home. Everything looked especially familiar and affectionate to it, and it wanted to drill into everything and stay for a while.
After discussing it, Fu Erdie and Sang Wenhao decided to remove the glass from four windows and use them as the four sides of the box-car.
The old windows at home were wooden push-out windows. Sang Wenhao could not reshape the windows, so he could only change the form of the iron bed to make window frames, adjust the box-car according to the shape of the windows, then use hinges to connect the windows so the two parts joined together smoothly.
As for the iron bed, stretching and reshaping it to cover the top, bottom, and all the connecting parts around the sides was rather forced. But if they brought in another iron bed, the total weight of the box-car would exceed four hundred jin, which was far too heavy.
After weighing everything, Sang Wenhao insisted on keeping the height just tall enough that Fu Erdie would not hit her head. On this basis, he added the iron cage they had used several times before.
The current box-car was slightly smaller in length and width than a regular 1.5-by-2-metre double bed, roughly around 1.2-by-2 metres. Its height was 1.7 metres.
Fu Erdie was 165 centimetres tall, so she could stand upright inside the box-car, with some space above her head belonging to the dandelions. But Sang Wenhao was 185 centimetres tall, so he could not stand straight inside and could only lower his head.
In the end, the box-car weighed a little over two hundred jin. Fu Erdie, Sang Wenhao, all their miscellaneous belongings, and Potato together weighed over three hundred jin. Altogether, people and vehicle weighed around five to six hundred jin.
The light orb belonging to the house bounced around everywhere, then slipped into the freshly completed box-car, moving back and forth between the windows and the iron bed.
Fu Erdie was a little tired. She and Sang Wenhao leaned against the wall, holding hands and pushing and pulling their abilities to recover energy and strength, while watching it play.
But as she watched, she realised that the house was fusing these parts together, making them form a single whole that it could control at the same time.
She and Sang Wenhao watched intently.
An hour later, through the light orb’s repeated efforts, the entire box-car finally ceased to be scattered parts to it. Instead, it became a complete whole it could fully wrap around. It no longer needed to be like Fu Erdie had imagined before, where if one part of the box-car broke after they set out, the house would have to run over and repair it. Things had become much simpler, and Fu Erdie and the others would be much safer living inside the box-car.
That night, the house’s light orb rested inside the entirety of her grandmother’s home, while Fu Erdie and Sang Wenhao slept separately, one in her grandmother’s bedroom and the other in her cousin’s bedroom.
Both of them found it rare to be somewhat unable to sleep. It was as if everything was ready. They were carrying a home with them, lacking nothing and worrying about nothing. It should have been good.
But Fu Erdie still felt uncertain.
Fear of the unknown and the difficulty of having to step out of her comfort zone made her toss and turn.
She could not sleep.
But not sleeping meant she would have no energy to travel tomorrow. If they encountered difficult battles tomorrow or the day after, what would she do if she had no energy?
What if they encountered another ability zombie as powerful as the metal-hardened zombie? Or other powerful ability users? How should she deal with them?
If those people could not fly, that was still manageable. But what if they could fly? Or if their abilities were strange and could hit them and pull them down?
The more she thought, the less she could sleep.
Footsteps came from outside.
Fu Erdie did not turn to look, but she knew it was Sang Wenhao.
Fu Erdie had not closed the bedroom door. After all, this house was surrounded by zombies. The zombies had not gathered only because their scent had been scattered by Dandelion’s wind, so the zombies could not find their exact location.
Just in case, she kept every room door in the house open. If there was movement anywhere, they could leave from another side.
Sang Wenhao walked in, spread a thin sofa cushion on the floor, and lay down on it.
In the darkness, the wall shone with a gentle, moonlight-like glow.
Fu Erdie looked at the side profile of the person on the floor and said softly, “What are you doing?”
Sang Wenhao said, “I can’t sleep. There are zombies outside. I need your protection.”
“Pfft.”
Fu Erdie knew he was deliberately trying to make her relax by saying something unserious, and the tense nerves in her mind did indeed loosen unconsciously.
“Don’t sleep on the floor. It’s cold.”
“It’s fine. If I catch a cold, the house can cure me anyway.”
“The house will get tired if it has to treat colds all day. And even if you can be cured, it doesn’t mean you won’t feel uncomfortable while you’re sick. Get up. Don’t sleep on the floor.”
Sang Wenhao had already closed his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep in one second.
Fu Erdie: “…”
Fu Erdie looked at him and suddenly felt mischievous.
She got out of bed, walked up to Sang Wenhao, suddenly bent down, and gave Sang Wenhao a princess carry.
Sang Wenhao instantly opened his eyes. His usually gloomy, half-lidded eyes suddenly turned into puppy eyes.
Fu Erdie found it funny. Just like that, she carried a man twenty centimetres taller than her back to the bedroom where he had slept earlier.
If not for the worries weighing on her heart, she would even have wanted to tease him by giving him a goodnight kiss and wishing him sweet dreams.
The two returned to their separate rooms. This time, they fell asleep quickly.
Early the next morning, just after dawn, Fu Erdie and Sang Wenhao finished breakfast, brought their luggage, equipment, and Potato, then set off in the box-car with a large pile of dandelions gathered at the top.
The city centre in the early morning was so quiet it felt strange. One after another, some zombies began wandering around because they could now see the road.
The box-car drifted through the air at an unhurried pace. Aside from a few zombies on rooftops, no zombies noticed it.
Fu Erdie held a tablet and the printed map from earlier, repeatedly comparing the roads.
C City’s roads were complicated. Wherever she went, she relied on navigation. If she took one wrong turn at an intersection, she might not reach her destination.
There were folding tables and chairs inside the box-car. The two sat down, holding hands and circulating their abilities. With their remaining hands, they continuously checked the route and searched for landmarks.
At first, everything went relatively smoothly, because Fu Erdie had lived in this area as a child and was still fairly familiar with the surrounding roads. But after flying seven or eight kilometres, they were no longer on roads Fu Erdie knew.
If she were riding in a car on the ground, she could still distinguish the way. But now they were at the height of twenty- or thirty-storey buildings, higher than most buildings. Many high-rise residential buildings occupied large areas, and each building looked similar. Fu Erdie could not judge which entrance was which. She could only use binoculars to look at the more specific shop names on the ground floor, then use larger landmark buildings to assist her judgement, constantly correcting their direction of travel.
But this was truly a little slow.
By ten in the morning, they had originally expected to reach the location where her grandmother had been when communication briefly recovered at the end of June. Yet now, they had not even covered one-third of the distance.
They had already flown for five hours and decided to rest on a rooftop, while also killing a few zombies to feed Potato and the dandelions.
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