Chapter 10: Thank you Fu Wenduo ~!

The road from Suzhou to Shanghai was really jammed. Before we even got on the highway, Tang Mo got out of the car twice to push the cars out of the way and make way for the traffic jam.

Yes, he pushed all those cars away by himself.

After the incident of the Black Tower, Tang Mo has long since realized that his physical condition and mental quality have improved tremendously, in addition to possessing supernormal abilities.

On the one hand, there are changes in physical condition. Strength becomes greater, vision improves, recovery is enhanced, and the skin becomes hard as iron.

When Tang Mo was trying to fool Qian Sankun into letting him go to the trunk to get his clothes, he purposely used the trunk's latch to test the hardness of his skin. The palm of his hand is one of the most delicate parts of the human body, and the sharp latch cut through his palm without leaving a single wound, not even a noticeable sense of pain. Tang Mo then decisively counterattacked Qian Sankun, whose stab to his calf failed to penetrate his bones, leaving only a bloodstain, thanks to his improved physical condition.

The other side of the coin is psychological improvement.

Tang Mo has never won a certificate for being a good student, but he has never done anything bad either. Thief, no; even cheating on exams he didn't bother to do.

It was his first kill.

Even if he fought back in self-defense and accidentally slipped up and killed Qian Sankun, he killed someone.

But apart from that moment of panic and bewilderment, he quickly calmed down and thought about what to do next.

He wasn't sure if he had become cold-blooded because of the sudden change in his body, or if it was just the way he was.

Tang Mo glanced at the book on the passenger seat with his afterglow, turned his eyes away, looked calmly ahead, and continued driving.

The hour-long drive is made infinitely longer by the need to clear the roads. When the sky turns white, Tang Mo has just entered Shanghai and has not yet left the highway. Two kilometers away from the toll station, seven cars rear-ended in a row, blocking the highway.

Tang Mo, get out of the car and start pushing.

"Crunch--"

Empty and deserted highway, the sound of tires rubbing on the ground was clear and loud. These seven cars were seriously tailgating, and the four cars in front of them had already been crushed into iron cakes, knocking the fence in the middle of the highway upside down and upside down. Tang Mo moved the cars one by one from the back to the front, and after half a day's effort, finally moved to the first one.

"Or a luxury car?" Tang Mo gave a laugh.

The first car is a Maserati sports car, the fire red body is now crashed into pieces. After all, it is a luxury car, was hit like this, the tires are still embedded in the wheels, did not roll around.

As the bleak autumn wind blew by, Tang Mo pushed the Maserati open with all his might. As he was about to pull open his own door, he suddenly stopped moving and turned to stare, "Who?"

Answering him was the sound of rustling wind.

Tang Mo didn't open the door; he stood beside the car, pressed his fingers to the tattoo of matches on his wrist, and coldly asked again, "Who's there?"

Still no one has shown up.

Tang Mo wasn't in a hurry as he walked step by step towards the Maserati that was pushed away. He placed his footsteps very lightly, his body was tense, always alert to possible changes. His hand pressed on the Maserati's scrapped body, and he was about to pull it open, when he suddenly heard a trembling voice ringing out, "Don't, I ...... I'll come out, I'll come out myself. I have no malice."

Tang Mo looked up, to the young man who had stepped out from behind the Maserati.

It was a dark haired young man, 180 in height visually, wearing a thin white shirt with jeans underneath. His clothes were scratched and torn, stained with blood, and he had several wounds on his body, but they were scarred and no longer bleeding.

The man's lips were frozen purple in the cold wind as he shivered and held up his hands and stepped out from behind the car, his eyes looking at Tang Mo in horror.

"I'm the owner of this cart, I mean no harm. I saw you pushing the cart just now, and if I were going to attack you, I would definitely take advantage of the fact that you were pushing the cart just now."

Tang Mo looked at him, scanned him for a moment, and said, "How come I didn't notice you when I was pushing the cart earlier?"

The youth said, "I just hid under the highway. It's too cold here, there's a lot of grass there, it's slightly warmer. I was driving back to Shanghai from Nanjing yesterday morning, and when I was almost there, the cars behind me all crashed into each other for some reason. I woke up to find myself thrown out of the car window, but I actually didn't die. Then I realized ......" a trace of fear appeared on his face, "I realized that there was no one in any of those tailgating cars, not even a drop of blood!"

Tang Mo eyed him lightly, not letting his guard down on this, and said, "They disappeared. When the Black Tower announced the start of the game, you were probably in a coma due to a car accident. Now there are less than half a billion people left in the world, and everyone else ......" Tang Mo reached out, pointing at the rear-ended vehicles, "have all somehow disappeared just like them."

The youth opened his eyes wide in fear and shivered in the cold wind. He looked at the cars that were chasing his tail, and then looked at Tang Mo, and said in a small voice: "My home is in Shanghai, you are going to Shanghai, right You ...... can you take me one? I just saw, you have a lot of strength, can push these cars away. You take me a ride, I go back and give you money, how much you want I give you how much."

Tang Mo smiles softly as she listens to this.

The youth looked at him at a loss for words.

Tang Mo said, "I am going to Shanghai, so it's okay to give you a ride. But do you think money is still useful in this world now?"

The youth was stunned in place, his face gradually turning white, as if he then realized what kind of world he was about to face.

Tang Mo got into the car and the youth got into the passenger seat. Without moving, Tang Mo removed the book from the car seat and placed it on the inside of his own seat. The book slowly disappeared just as he put it down. Tang Mo was slightly surprised, but soon regained his composure and took the young man with him as he drove to Shanghai.

"My name is Li Wen," the youth said, shivering as he wrapped up a jacket Tang Mo had lent him, "Thank you very much. I just woke up less than two hours ago and had run to the toll booth in front of me, but there was no one there. I didn't know what to do so I went back to my car and it wasn't long before I saw you. You were really strong. I had my windbreaker in my car, but it was flattened and I couldn't get it out and I almost froze to death."

"My name is Tang Mo." Tang Mo asked, seemingly casually, "Are you not very strong?"

Li Wen shook his head, "Shouldn't be too big, couldn't push those carts or get my trench coat out anyway."

"But you're not dead, are you?"

When Li Wen heard this, he looked at Tang Mo blankly.

Tang Mo drove with one hand and said faintly, "In a car accident of that magnitude, you have survived, and you are not missing an arm or a leg ...... Don't you think that it's very wrong?"

Li Wen stayed.

Tang Mo did not say anything more, and Li Wen also lowered his head without knowing what he was thinking. But his expression was on his face, Tang Mo glanced at him with her afterglow, and knew that this person must be thinking about what kind of mutation had happened to his body, and how could he have such a strong recovery ability and still be alive.

Tang Mo seems to be driving with ease, but in fact his attention is always on Li Wen.

At times like these, while it was safest to be alone, it was even better to have a companion. Li Wen should have participated in some kind of Black Tower game just like him, and then survived to win. Tang Mo would not dare to take such a person lightly. However, based on what he had just observed, Li Wen seemed to be really a stupid white sweet rich kid, not much of a threat.

And if you really let the other person continue to stay stupidly on the highway, Tang Mo really think ...... that this person may have to make himself dead.

Li Wen : "Tang Mo, can you tell me what exactly the Black Tower announced while I was unconscious?"

Tang Mo briefly elaborated on the Black Tower incident.

"Are you going to Shanghai to look for relatives? I know them well in Shanghai, do you need any help?" Li Wen asked.

Although Tang Mo had been to Shanghai several times, he was not a local after all, and it was difficult to find someone. He said, "I'm going to look for a student in the city's Beili. I only know her name, and I plan to go to the school to look for her records first, and then go to her home if she's not at the school." If neither place was there, then there was nothing he could do. It was the only thing he could do for Shenanigans.

Tang Mo doesn't say anything about how he's still planning on going to his best friend; everyone has to have reservations, and he's not ready to go all in on Li Wen yet.

Li Wen said, "The city's north science? That's in the Jing'an District, my home is in the Jing'an District, I went to school there in middle school. I'll accompany you, it's convenient."

Tang Mo looked at Li Wen with an odd expression.

Is this a real lack of heart, or is he so deep that people can't figure out what he's thinking?

Tang Mo thought about it and thought it was most likely the former.

Li Wen wore a jacket, her body was much warmer and she talked more.

"We'll get off the highway and pass through the city's Beili first. At that time we will go in first to find people. Do you know which class that little kid is in, if you know the class it's better to look for it, and it's good to look for the file."

Tang Mo : "Only know her name. By the way, she's in her first year."

Li Wen nodded, "It's better to know it's the first year or to look for it."

After a few more words, Li Wen hesitated for a moment, but still could not resist asking, "Can I ask, Tang Mo, do you know ...... what is going on with the Black Tower? Why did some people disappear and some didn't?"

After all this talk, in the end, I just want to ask this.

Li Wen has been in a coma since the accident, missing a whole day and a lot less information than Tang Mo. He helps Tang Mo, partly to thank him for bringing him back to Shanghai, and partly to get information about his current situation.

But the fact that he asked means that he most likely hasn't been involved in the Black Tower game.

Tang Mo frowned slightly.

Those who didn't participate in the game could also survive? He pursed his lips and pondered for a while, trying to figure out what to say to Li Wen. but just as he was about to open his mouth, suddenly a loud and cheerful song resounded throughout Shanghai.

"Thank-you, thank-you, thank-you

Let's all say thank-you

We will all say thank-you

On this special day!"

After the bright female voices, a chorus of children's voices rang out. The happy and joyful singing was out of place in the dead city, but it kept on singing. Tang Mo brakes directly and Li Wen looks up in alarm at the huge black tower hovering over the center of Shanghai.

After the entire Thanksgiving Day children's song was sung, the flickering colorful light on the black tower disappeared. Tang Mo holds her breath and looks at the black tower.

And then just hear--

"Dingdong! Fu Wenduo, the stowaway from Huaxia Zone 1, has successfully opened the first level of the Black Tower, in three minutes, players from all Huaxia Zones will begin attacking the tower!"

"Dingdong! Fu Wenduo, the stowaway from Huaxia Zone 1, has successfully opened ......"

"Ding Dong! Huaxia 1 Stowaway Fu Wenduo ......"

For the first time, the Black Tower broadcast the message three times.

Tang Mo's eyes widened, and the phrase "start attacking the tower" echoed in his ears. In the next moment, his eyes suddenly went black, and his whole body fell downward.