Then, under the incredulous gazes of everyone else, the Zealots actually pulled out an iron pipe, as thick as a forearm, from the body bag.
"This is!" Bray, who had been watching the changes in the rear-view mirror, was not calm at all; in fact, he was even more surprised than the others and couldn't help but exclaim.
But the Zealots' actions weren't over; he continued to pull out a large pile of things from inside.
These items could still be stacked in the body bag; the amount Shawn put in far exceeded the capacity of a bag of equal size.
It wasn't until the last item was taken out of the bag that the Zealots cheered in unison, both surprised and delighted.
Only three people present didn't cheer.
One was Shawn, one was Bray, and the last was the Zealots holding the body bag.
He immediately embraced the body bag, as if worried that others would snatch it.
With a pair of shifty eyes, he showed the utmost respect to Shawn while keeping one eye on guard, constantly observing the actions of others.
On guard and on lookout.
Bray couldn't smile; he stared at the body bag in that person's arms through the rear-view mirror, feeling incredibly sour and envious.
'King Haki, you bastard, have you already received the gods' blessing so quickly?!' Bray roared wildly in his heart.
Although the mental world of these Zealots was somewhat different from ordinary people, and their beliefs seemed idiotic to others, they were actually just brainwashed, not truly foolish.
So, everyone could basically tell at first glance how precious the bag Shawn gave to that person was.
It was like a magic pouch from a fairy tale, golden in color, stained with the blood of greedy individuals.
Holding the bag in one's palm, its weight was imperceptible, yet many things could be placed inside.
Although the gods didn't care for it, this was undoubtedly a divine artifact!
Shawn also looked at the trophy body bag in that person's hand, lost in thought.
It had no weight, could be stacked, and could be crumpled like an ordinary bag.
Although the bag didn't even have a single grid space, only a mere 18 grids, which was nothing in "seven days to die," this was the real world, and everyone had to obey the laws of physics!
"Hiss—" Shawn subtly took a sharp breath.
If viewed from this perspective, wasn't this thing a small spatial compression bag?
Moreover, loot drops were all probabilistic; the probability wasn't high, but there was always a chance to obtain them.
If they collected all of these and equipped everyone with one, wouldn't they be like locusts passing through any place, collecting all food and supplies cleanly?
Indeed!
For "seven days to die," those seemingly most basic and inconspicuous items were actually divine skills in the real world.
Noticing Bray's eager gaze, Shawn simply gave each of them a body bag.
Of course, those in the back compartment and those on the roof would have to wait.
Shawn took out a can of beer from his backpack and drank a full glass to celebrate his level leap and new discovery.
As half a day passed, the convoy finally arrived at the border between Virginia and North Carolina.
At this point, the convoy stopped, and Diana and the others approached.
"Which direction do we need to go?" To be honest, Shawn was a bit troubled.
Going straight down through Virginia was the fastest, but that was the Zealots' stronghold.
However, Shawn was unwilling to take a detour.
Having been chased all this way, he at least had to return the favor.
Besides, who knows, maybe Shawn could even bring them all under his command?
After thinking for a moment, Shawn spoke to the core members of the convoy.
"Daryl, Merle, you two lead them south through Tennessee on the right side."
"What about you?" Daryl asked back after agreeing.
"I'm going to take them to North Carolina." When Shawn said this, a cold glint flashed in his eyes.
"Shawn…" Daryl's voice dragged, sounding somewhat annoyed.
Perhaps the point that angered him was that Shawn, knowing the danger, still chose to confront it.
Judging by the number of waves of attacks they had encountered so far and the size of the opposing convoy, the faction entrenched in North Carolina would definitely not be small.
And what made Daryl most apprehensive was their eyes, their extremely fanatical way of doing things.
His gaze swept over Bray and the others, and Daryl's eyes gradually turned cold.
He suddenly stood upright, slightly rising on his tiptoes like a red panda to make his body look stronger and taller, pointing his crossbow bolt directly at the Zealots.
"What did you tell him?!" In Daryl's eyes, besides 'family,' no one else could influence Shawn's judgment.
But perhaps these Zealots said something about the safety of 'family,' forcing Shawn to be threatened and hijacked by them.
Even… even… Daryl was panting heavily, his gaze fixed fiercely on the Zealots.
He didn't make a direct move, but as long as Shawn gave the order, he could tear all these guys to shreds.
"Daryl," Shawn's voice softened.
He pushed aside the crossbow bolt in Daryl's hand, took his arm, and led Daryl to the back of the car, speaking in a voice only the two of them could hear.
Shawn didn't blame Daryl for being rash; he merely comforted him.
"I'll be fine; don't you understand me?"
"I won't do anything I'm not confident about, nor will I let myself be slaughtered."
"If threatened by other survivors, I would be the one who resists the most strongly among everyone."
"You know, tell me." Shawn looked at Daryl's face.
"I… know," Daryl's voice was low and somewhat reluctantly pushed Shawn's hand away, then lowered his head, turning his face to the side.
"It's just that we've been out for a long time, and now we're finally going back, going back to the Prison."
"Now you're going to take another risk, I…" Daryl was a bit unhappy.
Shawn didn't even need to look to know the reason this kid had his head down was because his eyes were already filled with tears.
Shawn sighed a little; Daryl was still not the weathered jungle hunter he would become.
He had long since regarded Shawn as a family member, like Merle.
Seeing Daryl, who rarely showed such tenderness yet was desperately trying to hide it with his words and actions, Shawn chuckled, pulled his head into his embrace, and gently rested his chin on Daryl's head.
At this moment, a hug was more direct and effective than a thousand words.
"Don't worry, I'll be back the next time the sun rises after you reach the supermarket, I promise."
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