Chapter 126: 126, Madmen all say they are not mad

The moment the black medicine was applied to Tang Zhou's wound, he felt as though he had returned to the mortal realm from hell.

The analgesic power bestowed by the black medicine was truly miraculous, accompanied by a refreshing coolness.

Tang Zhou lifted his head, gazing at Ren Xiaosu in shock, and exclaimed, "Is this really the kind of medicine the boss usually takes?!"

"……" Luo Lan replied irritably, "If you don't speak, will you die? Just shut up!"

"Who among these wounded can drive?" Ren Xiaosu interrupted them, saying, "If you don't want to die, hurry up and drive that truck away from here."

At these words, everyone fell silent, and the able-bodied wounded struggled to their feet, climbing into the truck's driver's seat. Ren Xiaosu frowned and said to Luo Lan, "You can't drive, can you? He's in no condition to drive—he might crash."

Luo Lan sighed helplessly, "I can't drive…"

"You can't drive?" Ren Xiaosu found it hard to believe. "You're a big shot in the Barrier, yet you can't even drive?"

"Being a big shot and driving have nothing to do with each other," Luo Lan muttered. "Oh wait, they do. It's because I never have to drive myself when I go out, so I never learned…"

Ren Xiaosu had no patience for this. "Get in the car already."

According to the records of the Qingshi Consortium, Ren Xiaosu was still just a refugee with considerable strength; Xu Xianchu was the truly dangerous one.

Thus, at this moment, as the vehicle passed the spot where Ren Xiaosu and Chen Wudi had slain the experimental subject, Luo Lan counted carefully. Including the one that had leaped into the off-road vehicle, there were three in total, all dead.

By rights, Ren Xiaosu shouldn't have had such capability. Luo Lan suddenly recalled the young man beside Ren Xiaosu—his face seemed familiar, but in his flustered state, he couldn't remember who it was.

Soon, the vehicle arrived at Xiao Yu's location. Ren Xiaosu stuck his head out of the truck bed and called out, "Get in!"

Jiang Wu stood still, watching as Yan Liuyuan and the others climbed aboard. She hesitated and said, "Could we come too? Or let the students go—we don't need to worry about me."

For Jiang Wu felt she had no connection to Ren Xiaosu and the others; whether they allowed them aboard was merely a matter of a word.

Ren Xiaosu looked at Jiang Wu, paused, and said, "You were supposed to come with us in the first place."

"Thank you! Thank you!" Jiang Wu grew excited, urging the students, "Hurry up and get in! Remember to thank them—this is a matter of life and death!"

A group of students clambered aboard. The truck bed was spacious enough to accommodate them all, but Luo Lan sat in the corner, muttering quietly, "Isn't this my truck…"

Why did it feel as though everything was being decided by Ren Xiaosu?

Yet circumstances outweighed personal feelings; Luo Lan had already realized that among this group, Ren Xiaosu held absolute authority.

Just now, when Ren Xiaosu had treated Tang Zhou and the others, he had even confiscated all their weapons.

Each time a student boarded, they thanked Ren Xiaosu repeatedly. In that brief span, he had gained over twenty gratitude coins, each student's thanks sincere.

Sometimes Ren Xiaosu wondered if it was Jiang Wu, the teacher, who had influenced them. This woman, a mere mortal amid disaster, had shown the most radiant side of humanity.

It made him, who had grown up in the chaos of the settlement, feel a pang of envy.

Now, with the thanks from Tang Zhou and Luo Lan earlier, Ren Xiaosu had accumulated fifty-six gratitude coins. He had to admit, this side quest yielded them far faster than the previous one.

After everyone had boarded, the truck set off again. All sat in silence within.

Survivors of calamity, each carried their own emotions. Only those who had faced death could truly yearn for life.

Xiao Yu and Yan Liuyuan retrieved food from their packs and handed it to Ren Xiaosu and the others. They knew that after the battle, they needed sustenance to replenish their strength.

The others eyed the food hungrily, but none dared ask for any, not even Luo Lan.

Yet at that moment, Luo Lan, staring at Chen Wudi, suddenly widened his eyes—he finally remembered who Chen Wudi was!

"You're that madman from the Third Psychiatric Hospital, aren't you?" Luo Lan sat up straight. "Your name is… right, Chen Wudi!"

As the actual controller of the Barrier, how could Luo Lan not know of the Third Psychiatric Hospital's existence? Every supernatural being imprisoned there had their details reported to him, down to their daily habits and mannerisms.

Even for the Qingshi Consortium, supernaturals were invaluable resources—whether for use or study, their existence could not be ignored.

Thus, Luo Lan suddenly understood one thing: who had truly killed the experimental subject.

But what he saw was only what Ren Xiaosu wished him to see.

At that moment, Chen Wudi glanced at Luo Lan. He had never paid close attention to Luo Lan before, and at the time, Luo Lan's face had been stained yellow with blood. Now, after wiping his face clean, Chen Wudi recognized him: "It's you, Bengbier Ba!"

"What the hell do you mean, 'Bengbier Ba'?!" Luo Lan was livid. "Have you even read Journey to the West? Who the hell is Bengbier Ba?!"

Ren Xiaosu glanced at Luo Lan, remembering that Chen Wudi had a habit of assigning mythical names to those he intended to kill.

Chen Wudi shot Luo Lan a displeased look. "But please call me the Great Sage, Equal to Heaven, and I'm not a madman."

Luo Lan retorted irritably, "Madmen always claim they're not mad. If you're the Great Sage, Equal to Heaven, and you're going to fetch the scriptures to the Western Paradise, you'd better have a master, right? Where's your master?"

The vehicle fell silent, and then…

Ren Xiaosu looked at Luo Lan. "I am his master."

Wang Fugui: "I am Bajie."

Wang Dalong's gaze lingered between Wang Fugui and Ren Xiaosu. After several seconds of hesitation, he said, "I am Shaseng…"

Luo Lan: "???"

How many lunatics were in this truck? Luo Lan was utterly bewildered. "Are you serious?"

Suddenly, the driver in the front seat shouted, "There's something ahead!"

He had barely finished speaking when Ren Xiaosu heard the screech of brakes, as if the driver had witnessed something unimaginable.

"What's the matter?" Ren Xiaosu asked in a low voice.

"There are a few vehicles," the driver replied. "No, wait—there are a few damaged ones, as if they came from the 109th Barrier."