That is practically putting one's life entirely into her hands.

A sled?

Fang Yun’s eyes lit up. It was truly being handed a pillow just as one felt sleepy. She had just been wondering how far they could possibly walk on their own two feet once they left the ice.

And now, the system had solved the problem for her right on cue.

However, the moment she read the description of the sled, her entire body went numb.

Damn it, there were two types of sleds available to choose from: one was mechanical and required diesel, while the other was purely traction-based, requiring assistance from animals such as sled dogs.

The problem was that the only breathing creatures left right now were humans. Forget about sled dogs; they might not even be able to find a single dog hair.

As for the mechanical sled, it required diesel. She didn't have any diesel on hand, but she wondered if Li Wangcheng might have some.

With a silent prayer, Fang Yun walked all the way to the control room.

Seeing that Li Wangcheng and his subordinates were busy packing up various items, she watched for quite a while, somewhat failing to understand the purpose of packing up those electronic devices.

Once they stepped outside, the ambient temperature alone would be enough to freeze these gadgets solid.

"Fang Yun." It took a while for Li Wangcheng to notice her. After giving a few instructions to his subordinates, he walked over to her side.

"Hm?" Fang Yun snapped out of her daze. Catching his meaningful look, she understood instantly and turned to follow him out of the control room.

Once they reached an empty room, Li Wangcheng told her that the supplies inside the submarine exceeded his expectations. He thought it would be rather difficult for them to carry everything away relying solely on human labor, so he wanted to store the supplies inside her spatial dimension.

This was tantamount to placing his very life in her hands.

Hearing this, Fang Yun felt a flutter of apprehension. She looked at Li Wangcheng several times, hardly expecting this formidable man to trust her to this extent.

Just as she was about to open her mouth, she suddenly recalled the thought she had yesterday.

She wondered if her space could hold the entire submarine. If it could fit, there would be no need to collect the items one by one.

With that in mind, she decided to find an appropriate opportunity to test it out later.

She had no intention of sharing this idea with Li Wangcheng yet, fearing that it would raise his expectations too high and shock him too much, only for it to fail and make things rather awkward.

Therefore, she nodded and agreed to Li Wangcheng's request, then asked him if he had any diesel.

"Diesel?" A trace of bewilderment appeared on Li Wangcheng's face.

"What do you need diesel for?"

"I have two sleds here, and they need diesel to run." Fang Yun didn't keep it a secret, telling him about the sleds.

They would be using them anyway; what difference did it make whether he knew sooner or later?

"A sled?" Li Wangcheng was somewhat taken aback.

Yet he also felt a degree of puzzlement. Since sleds had been prepared, why hadn't diesel been prepared as well?

Still, he only thought this to himself and did not voice his confusion.

"Diesel is available. The primary power source of the submarine is diesel, and I prepared quite a lot of it back then. As it happens, I was just worrying about whether to take this diesel with us as well."

Fang Yun's eyes lit up. Of course they had to take it, otherwise how were the sleds supposed to be used?

The diesel on the submarine was more than enough to let the two sleds travel a long distance. Their transportation problem for the departure was thus resolved.

Thanks to the almighty system.

Who was it that had cursed the system as useless the first time they met, only to turn around now and praise it as almighty?

Good thing the system didn't know her thoughts, or it might have short-circuited from anger.

Fang Yun made a plan with Li Wangcheng, after which she first went with him to collect the excess supplies inside the submarine. Once that was finished, they returned to the control room, which had already emptied out quite a bit.

The supplies designated for He Gaolang had already been hauled out by Shang Xingbing.

As they stepped out through the watertight door, they saw Shang Xingbing hauling over a large wooden board he had managed to scrounge up from somewhere, currently piling supplies onto it.

Was he planning to drag the supplies all the way to Dongming Mountain using this wooden board?

After watching for a good while, Fang Yun finally figured out what was going on.

She turned to look at Li Wangcheng, only to see that he wore no particular expression, as if this was how things were naturally supposed to be.

He clearly had no intention of telling his confidants about her spatial dimension.

For some reason, Fang Yun seemed to understand his reasoning.

Only, as she looked at Shang Xingbing laboriously moving supplies, she couldn't help thinking: keeping it a secret from them might be easy, but keeping it from a genius like Yi Chuping would probably be rather difficult.

"Boss, everything is packed. Let's head over now. Chuping said we have to set off by noon at the latest. It's getting pretty late, and going back and forth will take a lot of time," Shang Xingbing panted as he walked over to report to Li Wangcheng.

Li Wangcheng hadn't had the chance to tell them about Fang Yun's sleds yet, so their current plan was still for everyone to leave on foot.

At their pace, if they wanted to reach the next resting point before dark, they had to set off early.

This was also to reserve some time to deal with emergencies.

For instance, if the resting point they had chosen failed to meet their requirements, they would need to urgently find an alternative.

And all of this had to be accomplished before dark; otherwise, the temperatures would drop even lower after sunset, and ordinary people simply couldn't endure it.

"Alright, there are no issues. Let's move out now." Li Wangcheng's voice interrupted Fang Yun's train of thought.

Pulling herself together and gathering her focus, Fang Yun followed them back toward Dongming Mountain.

It was the familiar location. The moment they reached the entrance, He Gaolang received the news and quickly appeared before them.

"You're finally here."

Seeing the distinct look of relief on his face, one could easily imagine how immense his psychological pressure had been.

She wondered if he was naturally rebellious, daring to help them out like this. Had this been before the apocalypse, disciplinary action against him would have been inevitable.

"What? Are you afraid we wouldn't keep our word?" Even Shang Xingbing, who rarely liked to use his brain, caught the implication and retorted irritably.

"How could that be?" He Gaolang waved his hands repeatedly, offering a flattering smile.

These people were his gods of wealth, after all. If he really pissed them off, how could he have the nerve to ask for anything later?

Unaware of the calculating thoughts running through He Gaolang's head, Shang Xingbing didn't give him a hard time. He stepped aside to reveal the two wooden boards piled full of supplies for him to inspect.

He Gaolang stepped forward and conducted a brief check. In addition to the weapons and ammunition they had promised, they had also thrown in a few other miscellaneous supplies.

It wasn't much, but it was enough to relieve their urgent needs.

Looking at those extra supplies, his eyes grew slightly warm, and his heart felt deeply comforted.

At a time like this, there weren't many people left who could be this generous.

Thinking of something, the expression on his face turned somewhat subtle.

After a moment, he drooped slightly, looking rather dejected.

"What? Not satisfied?" Shang Xingbing caught the change in his expression, furrowed his brow, and asked with some dissatisfaction.

What the hell? They gave him extra and he was still unsatisfied? Was he really this greedy?

You couldn't really blame Shang Xingbing for thinking that; He Gaolang's shifting facial expressions were simply too easy to misunderstand.

Regaining his composure, He Gaolang hurriedly shook his head.

"No, no, no. It's just that I wanted to ask—do you happen to have any cold-weather supplies you could trade with us? Our stock of those supplies has completely run out."