The engine roared low on the empty national highway, and two lights shot into the dark night. Hua Yang sat in the car, holding the steering wheel in both hands, holding a cigarette in his mouth, frowned, and narrowed his eyes. He drove an old truck to the west end of the motherland.

After graduating from college, Hua Yang encountered a lot of walls after finding a job. The knowledge he learned in four years of college was useless. He had no choice but to inherit his father's business and became a truck driver with the steering wheel.

The Sichuan-Tibet Line is long and the river is turbulent, the road is difficult and there are many dangers. Huayang carefully controls the speed of the car and slowly drives towards Nagqu.

The truck was covered with thick rain cloth, and rows of cardboard boxes were piled up. This time, the employer was Ma Boyang, who runs the horse farm in Nagqu, and receiving tourists was his main source of income. At the beginning of his business, he made money every day. Seeing that Ma Boyang was making money, the owners of the horse farms around him followed suit. Seventy or eighty horse farms diverted tourists. Ma Boyang's business plummeted. Boss Ma was not willing to be outdone and thought hard, and finally came up with a trick, riding and shooting! Contact the crossbow company, buy crossbows and protective clothing worth millions, fill a truck, and hired Hua Yang to send it to Nagqu.

Two smoke sprayed out from his nostrils. Hua Yang yawned a big yawn and pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray. His eyelids slowly gathered together, and fatigue came. Hua Yang reached out to touch the craft ornament on the front of the vehicle on the dashboard. He started coldly and his tired brain was a little clearer. He rubbed the cigarette on the ornament with his fingers, and a smile appeared on the corner of Hua Yang's mouth.

The prototype of the Peter Bilt 389 car model is the overlord on the American highway and is also a classic of the Mid-style long-head truck. It is also the prototype of Optimus Prime in the movie Transformers. As a fan of Transformers, Hua Yang hopes to buy a 389 to run for transportation in the future.

When he was lost, two beams of light suddenly shot from the opposite side, which made Hua Yang blind in his eyes and muttered: "Where did the hammer come from? Do you know if you need to use a low beam when you are a car?" As soon as he finished muttering, he felt the road bumpy. He looked at it intently and felt cold all over his body. The truck crashed into the roadside guardrail and rushed down the mountain stream trench.

"No!" During the crisis, Hua Yang stepped on the brakes to the bottom, and then slammed the steering wheel. After hanging up the hill gear, he stepped on the accelerator desperately. The truck that had fallen down temporarily stopped and struggled in vain could not change his destiny. The front of the car was crushed with rocks and rushed down violently. Hua Yang was thrown high and fell heavily. His body couldn't help but bump up and down with the car, until his head smashed the 389 model and his nosebleeded.

The truck rushed towards the bottom of the ditch, and the surrounding scenery suddenly changed. The world suddenly stopped. A rotating and flickering black hole appeared at the bottom of the pitch-black ditch. The front of the vehicle flashed a misty green light and collided towards the black hole. The entire black hole shattered like a mirror, and the truck stopped in the trenches. The 389-shattered car model in the car mixed with Hua Yang's red blood, emitting misty green light and slowly melted into the truck. The whole vehicle became a luminous body, and the broken black holes around it melted into the truck. The moon was set and the moon was set and the sun was sunrise, and time passed quietly.

"It hurts!" Opening his eyes, Hua Yang covered his nose and was stunned, his eyes were dull, his carriage was extremely messy, the dashboard was beyond recognition, and the sign on the steering wheel was unfamiliar and had a different familiarity.

Sit slowly straight, and two independent windshields caught your eye. Looking forward along the windshield, the front of the square car was dazzling red, Hua Yang murmured in a low voice: "Peter Bilt 389? Am I dreaming?" He reached out to wipe off the blood from the walnut, stepped on the clutch, twisting the key. The engine roar came from the front of the car, and the bumpy body made Hua Yang wake up. All this was not a dream.

The engine roared, the wheels slipped in the mud, Hua Yang slapped on the steering wheel and said, "Why do you do this?" As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a thunderous sound of pyramid in his ears. The windshields in all directions flashed, and the three-dimensional truck model map kept flashing. After searching, rows of boxes appeared on the screen, with texts written in them, everything from the vehicle's own weight to the air temperature.

Hua Yang's mouth was so open that he could stuff a quail, pointing his fingers on the carriage's image, and heard in his ears: "The carriage contains three hundred crossbows, six hundred bows, one hundred thousand crossbows, and three hundred thousand bows and arrows. One thousand protective suits and one thousand helmets."

"Are you wrong? What's this?" Hua Yang saw a row of text flashing on the screen: "Welcome to use the Peter Bilt 389 space-time truck of Peca Group, I am a smart terminal, Opp." The steel three-dimensional face was exposed on the screen.

"Can you become an Autobot?" Without thinking, Hua Yang opened his mouth and said this. The steel face turned left and right, and then rows of words appeared: "The space-time truck successfully traveled to the 2050 space-time dimension, and the current time is March 15th."

"2050!" Hua Yang was stunned: "March 15th! Is it true or false? Be careful I will complain to you!"

A bright red bloody handprint flashed on the windshield, and Opp said: "Put your hand up and give you the highest authority."

"The highest authority?" Hua Yang put his handprint on the blood handprint. The pain made Hua Yang's eyes dark. When he was about to fall into a coma, he heard Op say: "Recognizing the master and obtaining the highest authority. Open the garage of the alien space." Hua Yang's bag suddenly hurt, as if a sledgehammer hit his mind. A square space appeared in his chaotic mind, square, and a large truck could be stopped. This is the garage of the alien space.

Hua Yang's whole body trembled, and blood oozed out of his mouth and nose. He lay on the steering wheel and did not move. He recovered four hours later and stared at his faint eyes: "What did you do to me?"

"Open the alien space in your mind as the garage of 389 trucks. Once you leave the cab, the truck will be stored in your head." Opp's answer was cold.

Hua Yang's mouth slowly opened: "I just heard a lot of science fiction, but now it has become a fantasy?" Shaking his head, Hua Yang stepped on the clutch: "No matter whether you have this ability or not, leave this ghost place first." The engine roared slowly, the truck wheels slowly rotated, the originally idle wheels slowly exerted force, and the big truck trapped in the ditch began to shake slowly, and then gradually shook.

After turning the steering wheel for half a circle, after getting on the climbing gear, the accelerator was stepped on halfway, and the truck moved upward little by little along the slope. The red truck hit the guardrail on the side of the road and rushed to the highway without roaring.

The harsh brake sounds roared, and Hua Yang looked forward along the windshield with a whimper. The wind whimpered, rolling up handfuls of loess, and all the trees planted on both sides of the road were dead, and the wreckage of cars piled up in the middle of the road ahead.

A double-decker bus overturned in the middle of the road. Two streamlined sports cars were left with black skeletons. A heavy truck was parked on the side of the road. The front of the truck was broken and the long container was overturned on the ground. Dozens of cars rear-ended one after another, all turned into wreckage, lying coldly on the ground, covered with a thick layer of loess.

"Where is the trailer?" Hua Yang was surprised: "Why is there no one clearing the way with such thick dust?" As he muttered to himself, Opp's big face flashed on the windshield: "On October 31, 2049, an alien spacecraft crashed into New York, the United States. The Americans cut the hull of the spacecraft and found seven alien corpses and a black suitcase inside. After the researchers cut the suitcase in the laboratory, the virus broke out and used air to spread to infect beasts around the world. The mutated beasts were huge in shape, biting and attacking humans. Humans would be infected into zombies after being attacked. On November 3, 70% of the species on the earth were infected, and the world collapsed. Humans were hiding from strange beasts and zombies everywhere. Who would clean up the road?"

Hua Yang's eyes were full of surprise and said, "You make up stories to lie to me!" A map of mountains and rivers appeared on the windshield. After magnification of 160 times, the wrinkles on the dry branches along the roadside in the distance were all visible. A thin humanoid creature was hanging by the road under the tree. He was wearing tattered and dirty clothes, taking stiff steps, waving his dry hands, and turning around. On the head of Xiao Sanyuan, half of his face was gone without flesh and blood, revealing dark brown bones.

"Make a movie? Is this a zombie?" Hua Yang half-believed and half-doubted: "Is it a special effect edited from the video?" A row of dark fonts flashed on the windshield: "It is found that humans infected with viruses were infected by mutant beasts, it is recommended to conduct armed reconnaissance." The screen pushed forward again, and the entire zombie was magnified dozens of times.

Hua Yang looked at the zombies in the picture carefully. His thin body looked like dry firewood, dried wounds, exposed dark brown bones, and blood-red eyes were full of madness, which was beyond the reality of the movie's special effects.

Looking at the zombies in the picture, with the mentality of a gentleman not standing in a dangerous wall, Hua Yang discussed with Opp and said, "Why don't you wear them back?"

"The energy loss is 80%. Please replenish the energy and travel again!" The black and thick text shattered Hua Yang's hope, and he had to ask: "How much energy is needed to be replenished, and what is the form of energy?"

"Fifty thousand equivalents of alien beasts or zombies infected with viruses." Looking at the text, Hua Yang patted the steering wheel and said, "You are kidding!" After that, there were a series of gurgling sounds in his stomach. Hunger will make people crazy, and then he is full of fighting spirit, and finally he does something that cannot be explained reasonably: "I don't believe that time and space can travel through time, and if you investigate, just investigate!"

Carefully pushing open the car door, Hua Yang stretched out his head and looked around. The wind whimpered and dust flew. The whole road looked dirty, like a forgotten corner. The dilapidated and desolate entangled, with a trembling coldness.

Hua Yang trembled for no reason and tiptoed out of the truck. The whole truck emitted colorful light, and then gradually shrank, and finally fell into the middle of his eyebrows. Hua Yang opened his mouth wide and said, "It's gone like that?"

Opp's words rang out in his ears: "In an open area, the truck can drive out of the garage."

Hua Yang nodded and said casually: "I want to take the crossbow in the car. Can you take out the crossbow with the shape of the crossbow in your head?" As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a sank in his hand, and the log-colored crossbow appeared in Hua Yang's hand.

Holding the crossbow with a stringed string, Hua Yang curled up and moved forward. Broken glass was scattered on the ground, and the feet of his shoes were stomping on it. Looking at the wreckage of cars, Hua Yang stared at the eyes and his muscles were tense. The broken carriage looked like a large coffin, and there might be a few monsters hidden inside.

Moving forward along the trench on the roadside, Hua Yang didn't dare to breathe. After walking through the ruins, Hua Yang saw the small dark dot on the roadside, under the dead tree without leaves, his thin figure kept flashing.

After moving forward a few steps, Hua Yang held his breath and hid his body behind the dead tree, about forty or fifty meters away from the black spot. He raised his crossbow and looked through the scope. The blurred figure in the distance suddenly became clear. A ball of living bacon walked around, and he could smell a nauseating stench along the wind. The head of No. 3 was scattered with hair like a slaughter, and the flesh on his left cheek was gnawed off, and his dark cheekbones were exposed, and his teeth were also black.

The sun at noon should have been hot, but Hua Yang felt inexplicably cold, and his hands and feet trembled for no reason. He came to 2050, which was full of viruses. Hua Yang, who was used to living a comfortable life, felt stuffy and breathless in his chest, and his endless fear made people collapse.

"What to do? What to do?" When Hua Yang was in a state of silence, he heard a dry roar in his ears. The zombie on the opposite side rushed over, opened his mouth and revealed three-quarters of his teeth, making a series of roars.

"I'm going to die! I'm going to turn into a zombie!" Hua Yang was stunned and fearful and filled his chest, and he was dizzy and weak in his limbs. Seeing the creatures in the movie's special effects rushed over step by step, Hua Yang felt that the god of death was approaching step by step.

As thousands of thoughts collide, a blood-red look appeared in Hua Yang's eyes, showing a neurotic smile: "I want me to die, I will kill you first!" His trembling hands gradually became steady, the lens cross flower pointed at the head of the zombie, pulled the trigger with a finger, and with a whoosh! The zombies in the lens disappeared.

"Huh!" Hua Yang was panting, sweat soaked his back. He didn't have time to be happy and heard rustling sounds again. He looked up and saw the zombie climbing up from the ground, limping towards this side, and the feather arrow shot the zombie's thigh, but it did not stop the instinctive desire for its fresh meat.

Hua Yang looked at the zombie gradually approaching, his head was empty and he had only one thought. Is he really going to die?

The zombies approached step by step, and their short body became tall and straight. Hua Yang was so scared that he retreated backwards, and the stinking smelled. Looking at the approaching zombies and their completely open teeth, Hua Yang was extremely scared. Could it be that traveling through 2050 to become a zombie?

"Run! He is not as fast as you!" Opp reminded Hua Yang that inspire Hua Yang's potential in life and death, he spread his legs and ran back. Following the national highway, Hua Yang rushed to the ruins of the car, panting with exhaustion.

"Chain him! Either he dies or you become a zombie!" Opp reminded Hua Yang. Hua Yang stepped on the crossbow bow and hanged the bowstring on the trigger, pressed the crossbow arrow, and pulled the trigger at the approaching zombie.

Wow! The crossbow arrows rubbed the zombie's trousers and nailed them to the ground. Opp continued to say to Hua Yang: "Don't be anxious, don't be afraid. Those who can live are calm! Take a deep breath and shoot at the head."

Hua Yang's hands stopped trembling, he pulled the crossbow string and aimed at the zombie's head, stabilized his hands and pulled the trigger. Wow! The crossbow arrow was nailed to the zombie's chest, and the zombie was staggering and stopped rushing towards Hua Yang.

"The crossbow arrow is not a bullet. After it is fired, it will change with gravity and become parabolic. The only weakness of a zombie is its head. If you want to destroy it, you must break its head." As Opp talks, Hua Yang slowly raised the crossbow. In addition to the crossbow, there are five horizontal lines representing different rulers on the lens.

Lift the crossbow ruler 2 to aim at the zombie's head, pull the trigger, whisper! The crossbow arrow was nailed to the zombie's neck, and the huge impact force knocked over the zombie. The zombie got up again with the crossbow arrow, and opened its mouth and continued to rush towards Hua Yang.

Looking at the zombie gradually approaching, Hua Yang aimed the cross flower of the ruler three at the zombie's head, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his fingers pulled the trigger. Wow! The crossbow arrow finally penetrated the zombie's head, and the flat head broke into several pieces like a watermelon. A white stone fell to the ground and rolled a few times and was covered with dust.

"That's the marrow stone!" Opp's voice was excited. Hua Yang picked up the marrow stone and put it in his hand. He felt a heat in his palm. The marrow stone disappeared without a trace, and a dark green handwriting appeared in his mind. The marrow stone collected 1/50,000.
Chapter completed!