Chapter 67: Repairman Uncle Chen Qing Shan

The highway merged again.

Cheng Shuili leaned against the seat and took a deep breath, not knowing whether there were people or ghosts in that vehicle—maybe another fierce battle was coming.

She had also considered just walking straight past it.

Unfortunately, the vehicle's body was extremely long, lying sideways across the middle of the road; no matter which side, Cheng Shuili's shopping cart couldn't squeeze through.

She could only get out to see what was going on.

Cheng Shuili had always followed the principle of not harming others if they didn't harm her, and at this moment she naturally had no thought of killing.

As for why she carried a weapon with her...

In this creepy place, anyone urging you to put down your weapon is definitely not a good person.

Cheng Shuili opened the car door; today there was no strong wind, so she hadn't tied a rope around herself, but her extreme‑cold suit and goggles were still on properly—these two items were necessities.

Cheng Shuili closed the shopping cart's door tightly.

In this creepy place, as long as the owner of a vehicle is still alive, no one else can sneak into it or touch the owner's belongings.

This counts as one of the few protections the system provides to players.

Cheng Shuili's dagger hung securely at her waist, and the thing she held in her hand was that solid wooden baseball bat.

She only realized during the monster challenge how huge a boost attribute points give to humans.

And while her attribute points might not be number one, they are definitely in a leading position.

That means even without that dagger, just using this baseball bat she could smash a thug's head to pieces.

Justice Water Sister, carrying out sentence online!

Cheng Shuili's boots stepped in the snow, leaving a series of intricate patterned footprints that looked extremely out of place on the flat snow.

She didn't see the vehicle's driver, only noticing a chain of messy footprints beside the cockpit.

Cheng Shuili frowned and pondered for a long time but couldn't figure out where this person had gone; finally she raised her hand and knocked on the window.

"Who's there?"

That question didn't sound at all like something from a survival apocalypse.

As her words fell, a head poked out from under the car—about thirty‑something, with a beard, perhaps because he hadn't gotten to a razor and could only keep it temporarily.

Seeing the baseball bat almost pressed to his face, he jumped back and immediately retreated back under the vehicle.

"Let's talk nicely! Why are you trying to smash my face with a baseball bat?"

Cheng Shuili had never met someone like this before—this guy is pure naïve sweetness!

"Still want to talk nicely?"

"Is that the kind of 'nice talk' where you lure someone out with a couple of sentences, relax their guard, then stab them?"

Cheng Shuili was getting a bit confused by him, but she didn't want to bother with what was on his mind; she just wanted him to move out of the way quickly.

Cheng Shuili wanted to drive the car and continue forward!

"What are you doing stopping your car here? You're blocking the road."

"Sis! It's not that I don't want to go—my car just won't start, I have no idea what's wrong, and I've been under it looking for half a day!"

"Ah, it turns out this wire is broken—no wonder it won't start!"

The uncle poked his head out from under the car again, saw Cheng Shuili switch the baseball bat to her other hand, immediately realized he had met a good person, and broke into a smile: "Just wait a moment! I'll have this wire hooked up and be done!"

Cheng Shuili nodded and asked casually, "You still know how to fix cars?"

"Back when... sigh, this wire—I used to do auto repairs. I like it, but you wouldn't know, my family works in government; they look down on this line of work, and over this I almost got cut off from them."

Cheng Shuili nodded; the man's accent was a bit odd, like he was doing crosstalk, and she unconsciously played the straight man, asking, "Really?"

"That's no joke. I'm also a veteran mechanic—aside from anything else on this car, I know every part and system inside out; back then I never imagined these skills would still be useful here, which is a shame..."

The uncle crawled out from under the car, and the sewage had dyed his white clothes black.

Cheng Shuili watched him, then suddenly remembered something—when she was fixing up the place, she forgot to get a washing machine...

The uncle gave an embarrassed smile, but his words carried a hint of regret: "I actually thought this time my parents would finally approve of me, but who knew they'd have no news at all. I did manage to find some uncles and aunts, too bad—I'm always worried about my parents."

Cheng Shuili nodded; at times like this she also didn't know what to say.

What should she say? That she's also a lonely soul?

Too many words lead to loss.

It's better to keep one's own affairs to oneself.

"Can we move the car now, Uncle?"

"Of course!"

The uncle's voice was hearty, but just as he pulled open the car door, both of them heard a roar of an engine.

"Well."

Today turned out to be lively.

The highway merger met another highway merger—now three of us could even sit down for a game of Dou Dizhu.

We're just missing one.

The engine's rumble grew from far to near as a modified black off‑roader came from behind, its tires crunching over the snow.

Cheng Shuili's fingers unconsciously tightened around the baseball bat, while her other hand quietly moved to the dagger at her waist.

"Someone else is coming," she said softly, her eyes fixed on the vehicle that was gradually slowing down.

The uncle merely glanced over there, then continued crawling into the driver's cabin; at this moment he poked his head out from the cabin, still wearing the smile from their earlier chat.

"I'm still meeting this many people for the first time—what a lively scene."

Cheng Shuili didn't respond.

Not everyone is like this uncle.

Most of the time, highway mergers mean death.

Her gaze swept over the windshield of the off‑road vehicle, trying to make out the driver's features, but the reflective glass only showed her own blurred silhouette.

The off‑road vehicle stopped about ten meters from them, its door opened, and a man in a brown leather jacket stepped out.

He looked to be in his twenties or thirties, with neat short hair and a friendly smile on his face.

"Need help? Or a trade?" the man said, stepping closer and raising his hands to show he was unarmed. "Merging highways isn't easy—I haven't seen a living person in ages."

The uncle responded enthusiastically: "Yeah! The wiring had a problem—I just fixed it. You are…"

"Wang Sanqiang," the man said, extending his hand. "I used to be a truck driver, so I know a bit about vehicles."

Cheng Shuili stood where she was, not moving, the baseball bat still gripped in her hand.

Her gaze slid from Wang Sanqiang's smiling face to the slight bulge at his waist, where a weapon was clearly concealed.

"Cheng Ershui," she gave a false name briefly, with no intention of shaking hands.

Wang Sanqiang seemed not to mind her coldness, turning to the mechanic uncle: "What should I call you, brother?"

"Oh? I don't deserve that title—I'm Chen Qing Shan." Chen Qing Shan wiped the grease from his hands, shook Wang Sanqiang's hand, and said, "I just finished fixing this car; I was about to move it out of the way for this young lady."

"That works out great—I can keep an eye on things for you," Wang Sanqiang said, naturally stepping closer to Chen Qing Shan. "Your vehicle's been upgraded, right? Want me to check the wiring again?"