Bai Junjun, having been woken and unable to fall back asleep, gently got up and stretched her body.
She had been cultivating day and night, all in hopes of having the ability to leave this place.
Her condition with the Special Ability was now much better than before, finally giving her a bit of confidence.
Taking advantage of the deep silence and everyone else sleeping soundly, Bai Junjun silently leapt onto a tree. Using the convenience of her Special Ability, she connected with the surrounding trees to survey the terrain.
At this moment, the bridge abutment area was packed with people; it was absolutely impossible for them to walk over there and get into the first thousand places by foot.
After all, there were people lying all over the place ahead, and unless one could fly, they could only sigh in envy at the crowd.
But if the Ninth Guard were accepting of queue jumpers, things would be much easier.
She just had to figure out a way to jump the queue like those people.
However, those who jumped the queue were insiders from the Ninth Guard, so were they expected to disguise themselves as members of the Ninth Guard?
Even if the Qiu brothers were not a problem, what about the remaining women and children?
Contemplating atop the canopy, Bai Junjun inadvertently let the time pass until Mao Hour.
Queue jumping was still occurring today, although there were fewer than yesterday.
What surprised Bai Junjun the most was that several sharp individuals brazenly followed behind those jumping the queue, and the Ninth Guard did not stop them.
Bai Junjun was somewhat surprised, realizing that the Ninth Guard truly did not care about those jumping the queue.
She guessed that their intended purpose of setting the crossing time between 5 and 7 A.M. was merely to blend into the refugees under the cover of darkness.
As long they could ensure their insiders got across the bridge, what did it matter to them who else got across or didn’t?
Understanding the Ninth Guard’s mentality, Bai Junjun felt relieved.
While everyone else was still pushing forward to queue up, Bai Junjun made her way to the riverbank and activated her Special Ability. She caused the aquatic plants to move, drawing up three big fat fish directly from the bottom of the water.
When she returned carrying the big fat fish, Old Uncle Qiu’s family was stunned.
Having woken up early in the morning and not seeing Miss Junjun anywhere, they wondered where she had gone. Before they could go looking for her, she returned holding three big fat fish.
Old Uncle Qiu immediately lifted his shirt to cover and hide the fish.
He then looked around anxiously to see if there were any strangers nearby.
However, with everyone concentrated on crossing the bridge ahead, no one was paying attention to the rear.
Old Uncle Qiu relaxed, gave a secret signal, and his family quietly picked up their luggage and retreated into the jungle.
"?" Bai Junjun followed the others, bewildered.
Old Uncle Qiu felt a bit embarrassed, "If others see us eating so well, they might become envious and try to snatch it from us. It’s safer to keep a low profile."
With that explanation from Old Uncle Qiu, Bai Junjun indeed realized that holding three large fish was indeed ostentatious.
In her excitement, she hadn’t thought of that detail.
Bai Junjun touched her nose awkwardly.
"Speaking of which, Miss Junjun, how did you manage to do that? We tried all day yesterday and caught nothing."
"Harpoons are suitable for shallow water or streams, but for big rivers one, with their currents, you should use fishing nets or fishing rods," Bai Junjun calmly replied.
Of course, the above ancient methods only continued until the early days of The Apocalypse. By the middle stage, fish had essentially become monsters. No one dared, nor wanted, to catch these zombie fish from the water.
However, this did not prevent Bai Junjun from knowing about it.
After all, her partner was an avid fan of early post-apocalyptic culture.
Bai Junjun’s brief comments no doubt increased the hunter family’s insight yet again.
"It’s embarrassing to say, but whether in military service or in the mountains, we hardly ever interacted with fishing families. Please, Miss Junjun, don’t laugh at us," they said.
Bai Junjun smiled, shook her head, and then touched her stomach.
"Let’s hurry up and prepare something to eat."