Rebirth after the apocalypse: I create a new world with space!

The other group of gold-type psychics focused their attention on clearing obstacles.

They waved their hands like nimble feathers, and power poured out of their bodies like surging waves.

The metal wreckage lying across the middle of the road, under the magical influence of supernatural powers, began to move slowly as if they had come to life.

These debris are like the remains of prehistoric monsters, huge and heavy. But at this moment, they are like monsters tamed by mysterious power, obeying the command obediently and changing positions little by little.

The gold-type superpower users all had eyes as focused as hawks and expressions as solemn as rocks, and they manipulated the metal parts in an orderly manner.

During the cleanup process, they kept a sharp eye out for any body remains under the road.

Once they find something, they will immediately stop what they are doing, carefully move the body to the side of the road, with awe in their eyes, and then continue cleaning.

The whole process was orderly, and every action reflected their respect for life and responsibility for the mission. This has gone beyond simple road clearing and is a display of the brilliance of human nature.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Wu Qingcang stood quietly in front of the mountains of bricks and cement blocks beside the road, his expression solemn, like an ancient and solemn statue. The vicissitudes of life and solemnity of the years had left a deep mark on him.

There was a solemn light flashing in his eyes. Although the light was faint, it was like a candle burning tenaciously in a storm, and it seemed to have the power to penetrate the inky darkness of the end of the world.

Suddenly, he stomped his feet violently, and in an instant, it was as if a giant beast that had been sleeping for thousands of years was awakened.

A strong vibration like an earthquake centered on him and spread wildly in all directions like a surging wave.

The ground began to tremble violently, and the power was like a horse that had broken free from its reins, galloping and spreading wildly in all directions.

Under the control of his powerful earth-related ability, the bricks and cement blocks that spanned the center of the road suddenly came to life, like soldiers hearing the charge horn and quickly taking action.

They moved and arranged themselves relative to each other, and soon they opened up a smooth path, creating conditions for the convoy to move forward.

Other earth-type ability users silently took on the responsibility of burying the bodies of the victims. With awe in their hearts, they carefully moved the victims out of the rubble.

They found a quiet place, away from noise and destruction.

Then, using earth-related abilities, he dug a suitable grave in the ground, gently placed the body of the victim in it, and then slowly covered it with soil, so that the deceased could rest in peace without being disturbed by the outside world.

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While the psychics were working together to clear the road, the other people in the convoy also became busy like industrious ants.

Their eyes sparkled with desire for useful supplies, and they did not miss any corner where "treasures" might be hidden.

Among the piles of obstacles that had been cleared up on both sides of the road, the luggage of the victims was also scattered among them.

In this doomsday world where resources are as scarce as a dry desert, every item is like a rain of blessings in the desert, and is related to life and death.

Therefore, no one would have the slightest disdain for these "relics". Instead, they would treat them with awe and cherishment, as if these luggage carried the souls and hopes of the deceased.

The eyes of the people are burning with desire for supplies; it is a strong desire to stay alive, an instinct to survive in this cruel world.

In their eyes, all the messy things in front of them, whether it is the seemingly worthless "scrap copper and iron" or the luggage left by the victims, are like mysterious gift boxes.

Perhaps there is a precious treasure inside that can change your destiny, waiting to be opened and its precious value discovered.

Someone found a lot of tools in a tattered luggage bag deep in the crevices of the metal wreckage.

He was a careful man. He picked up the luggage bag gently, his eyes full of solemnity, as if he was talking to the deceased.

When I opened the bag, I saw a wrench inside.

The surface of the wrench is roughened due to long-term wear and erosion, but its solid texture remains unchanged.

He wiped it carefully with his dusty sleeve, as if he had unearthed a rare treasure.

In the dim light, the wrench reflected a glimmer of hope.

This wrench will definitely play an important role in subsequent vehicle repairs or other survival needs.

It is not just a tool, but more like a gift from the deceased to the living.

In another corner, a young mother also gained something of her own.

She gently lifted the luggage bag in front of her, her eyes full of anticipation, her hands unconsciously tightening slightly.

As the bag was opened, several metal boxes were revealed.

The box is sealed tightly, like a loyal guard guarding a precious secret.

When she opened the box, people around her couldn't help but let out a low cry.

I saw that the box was neatly filled with sterile cotton balls, bandages, antibiotics and other medical supplies.

These are common household items, but they are extremely precious here and now.

The young mother had a happy smile on her face and her eyes were full of surprise.

People around her cast envious glances at her, and someone smiled and said to her:

"You are so lucky!"

The others nodded in agreement.

This discovery was like a shot of adrenaline for everyone, which lifted the spirits of the originally exhausted people. They became more motivated and quicker in their search for supplies.

Not far away, a young girl was also busy among the pile of luggage.

Her lively eyes were suddenly attracted by a dusty backpack.

There is also a small doll hanging on the backpack. Although the doll is a little worn out, you can still see how cute it once was.

The girl gently took the doll off and placed it on a relatively clean stone nearby. Her eyes were full of tenderness, as if she was telling the deceased:

"I will take good care of these items."

Then, she opened her backpack with excitement and pulled out a few worn books.

In this apocalypse where the spiritual world is as desolate as a dead desert, books are like the twinkling stars in the night sky, carrying human thoughts and emotions and serving as beacons of the human soul.

The girl held the book tightly in her arms, as if she was holding the most precious treasure in the world, and her face was filled with a happy smile.

She knows very well that these books are the inheritance of knowledge and the continuation of hope.

It is worth mentioning that the amount of food found during this search far exceeded everyone’s initial imagination.

Sadly, however, much of the food has been destroyed beyond recognition due to previous extreme weather events.