I Am Cultivating in the Apocalypse

Chapter 807 - 897: Bro, Don’t Tempt Fate!

This is not nonsense; Wu Jiang has indeed encountered this before.

Boss Jing is known for more than just having a big appetite; her ability to quickly and perfectly handle such tricky emergencies is why Wu Jiang, a local bigwig, would lower himself to ask for help.

A skilled person is welcomed anywhere.

"Alright, it’s not a big deal. Pick some quick-handed people, and with lots of practice, I’ll teach them some techniques; there won’t be any problems."

"Then we’ll trouble President Jing, but... what exactly does ’lots of practice’ mean? Surely we aren’t the test subjects?" Wu Jiang was baffled by Jing Shu’s idea of lots of practice.

Jing Shu nodded as a matter of course: "How else would you do it? Testing on animals doesn’t cut it. Back when we encountered a sea of ticks in Sichuan, countless soldiers had ticks burrowing into their bodies. That’s when I honed my skills."

"Huh? Using people’s bodies as tests, wouldn’t that be too cruel?"

Jing Shu chuckled and decided not to tease Boss Wu any longer: "Why are you still on that? Don’t worry, President Wu, I have a solution."

"Oh, so you were joking, President Jing? You scared me."

...

Jing Shu returned to the five-star White Swan hotel, took a relaxing hot bath inside her Hulk, and fell asleep contentedly on her own down-feather bed.

Nothing happened throughout the night.

At 5:30 the next morning, knocking sounded persistently outside the door.

"President Jing, wake up! We need to catch the train! We’re going to be late! Come on, get up!" Zhang Yicheng’s distinctive voice rang out.

Jing Shu opened the door, yawning sleepily: "Huh? Catch what train? Are trains even running these days? Are you joking in the middle of the night?"

The surrounding air felt as if it froze again, chilling to the bone.

Seeing President Jing’s expression, Zhang Yicheng knew he was in for it. President Jing not only has a temper when waking up but she also doesn’t know what to do today? Did President Wu really forget to inform her of today’s schedule last night?

Zhang Yicheng remembered President Jing’s preferences and then cautiously said:

"We’re heading to Chaoshan today. The quickest and easiest way from Yangcheng to Chaoshan is by this one train that runs daily. Last year, Yangcheng resumed its train services, remember?

And when we get to Chaoshan, there’s breakfast like pig blood soup, noodle soup, seafood congee, and more. The breakfast there is delicious, and for lunch, one of President Wu’s friends has a meal planned..."

"Oh... alright, that works, I haven’t taken a train in a while, might as well experience it." Hearing there was breakfast calmed the ruffled Jing Shu at once.

The air resumed its normal flow again.

Zhang Yicheng breathed a sigh of relief, feeling he’d crossed a hurdle: "Yes, yes, and if you’re tired, you can nap on the train."

"Okay, I’ll just get dressed, and we can leave." With a snap of her fingers, the Hulks packed everything in no time, leaving Jing Shu to simply dress, a sight that filled Zhang Yicheng with envy.

...

The Yangcheng Railway Station was bustling with people, even though train services now run only a fraction of their pre-apocalypse schedule, and regular folks can’t afford the ride. Still, the massive population of Yangcheng filled it up.

Jing Shu looked curiously at the post-apocalyptic station, noting that most wore tank tops and shorts; Yangcheng is hot year-round after all.

Wu Jiang greeted Jing Shu with a yawn.

Meanwhile, Zhang Yicheng did a headcount. This time, Wu Jiang brought along a male secretary and two quick-handed surgeons to learn tick removal techniques.

Then there was Jing Shu, and... her twenty-five Hulks.

Uh-oh... Zhang Yicheng scratched his head; are so many massive Hulks really getting on the train? The station typically wouldn’t allow it.

President Jing truly is unique. Situ Xiaoye carries coffins everywhere, and President Jing never goes anywhere without Hulks—not just one or two, but a whole troop of them.

This world isn’t that dangerous, is it?

Zhang Yicheng asked President Wu what to do.

Wu Jiang suggested:

"President Jing, maybe just take a few of these Hulks? There might not be enough space on the train. Besides, we’ll be back in a few days. Rest assured, it’s perfectly safe; I guarantee it, nothing’s ever happened to me before, and I’ve got male secretaries and bodyguards too. They’re formidable."

Bro, don’t jinx it.

Jing Shu asked, "The train isn’t ideal for transporting them; how fast does it go? My Hulks can run on their own. No worries, I’m just used to having them with me; mainly, they’re carrying things to trade at the chamber of commerce."

Without the Hulks, she couldn’t openly use the numerous items in her space!

And if danger strikes, who would shield her?

So she must bring them, everywhere she goes.

Upon hearing it was for trading, Wu Jiang said: "Oh, running is too far, you’ll have to bring them. Hang on, I’ll contact a friend."

Wu Jiang made a call, and soon everything was sorted.

Not sure who Wu Jiang contacted, but the train station assigned the last freight car to Jing Shu to load her Hulks, leaving only the Hulk King with her, carrying the bulging items closely.

Facial recognition verified tickets automatically, while attentive train staff assisted at each car.

The train was a double-decker sleeper. The ordinary hard sleeper compartment had six beds per section, while soft sleepers had four. First-class business cabins offered more comfort, with a bed, table, bathroom, and extra space.

Zhang Yicheng booked first-class business cabins for the bosses, while he, the male secretary, and the two surgeons stayed in the neighboring soft sleeper compartment.

"President Jing, call on us if you need anything; we’re just next door."

"Alright, alright, I’ll take a nap first."

The train set off with a toot.

Jing Shu, after arranging for her "rotten mermaids" to follow discreetly and assessing the surroundings to rule out danger, lay on her berth and waited to wake up refreshed in Chaoshan for a feast.

After yesterday’s culinary bombardment, Jing Shu eagerly anticipated the upcoming meals.

Time flew by, and before she knew it, they were more than halfway there, nearing the destination.

Jing Shu, drool trickling, was dreaming of consuming legendary Chaoshan early meals like pig blood soup with dozens of choice ingredients and vegetables, fresh and sweet-tasting pig blood, barley porridge with pork offal, seafood, sprinkled with pepper for an intense flavor, and noodle soup with braised pig intestines, bacon, and scallions...

Boom!!

A massive explosion erupted next to Jing Shu’s ear, shattering her dream.

Simultaneously, an immense inertia flung Jing Shu forward, landing her into a soft liquid. After two impacts, the violent shaking finally ceased.

What was once a bright car instantly plunged into complete darkness.