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Chapter 55: Fu Jingmo Sets the Ancestral Hall on Fire
In no time, the paper figure slipped back through the door crack and returned to Shen Rangchen’s collar.
“In the topmost wooden house, it’s the ancestral hall of this village. It’s been hollowed out, and there are many zombies inside.”
He briefly described what he had seen.
With no villagers around, they had nothing to worry about. They could even go out now, deal with the zombies in the ancestral hall, and then leave.
Their cars were still parked on the road below, camouflaged but not too difficult to find if someone was intent on looking. The longer they stayed here, the more precarious their situation became.
“He Ze, wake everyone up,” Fu Jingmo said in a deep voice, looking at He Ze.
“Uh, me? How do I wake them up, Brother Fu?” He Ze responded, bewildered.
He Ze pointed to his nose, looking confused.
“Is your water ability only for drinking?”
“…Oh.”
He glanced at Lin Mu. “We’re heading to the ancestral hall. Shen Rangchen, stay here and help He Ze keep watch. Once we start dealing with the ancestral hall, the villagers will quickly come up.”
“I don’t want to…”
“I won’t…”
The two who disliked each other spoke simultaneously, both receiving a cold glare from Fu Jingmo. He Ze reluctantly closed his mouth, and Shen Rangchen turned his head away, annoyed.
However, just as they were about to leave, there was a slight noise outside the door.
It was a footsteps.
A single person.
They held their breath, watching the wooden door. The sound of the chain clinking softly echoed as it was being unlocked. After a moment, the door was pulled open.
A small girl appeared in the doorway, staring in shock at the four men facing her.
It was Zhou Fuyou’s daughter, Zhou Yuanyuan.
“You, you all…” she stammered.
Only Lin Mu and Shen Rangchen appeared somewhat approachable, although Shen Rangchen wasn’t particularly adept at social interactions.
Lin Mu took a step forward, looked at the girl and spoke softly.
“Yuanyuan?”
The girl nodded, her hands nervously clutching her clothes. She looked frightened but didn’t move.
“We’re leaving. You know those people are zombies; they are already dead.”
Lin Mu had overheard her conversation with Zhou Fuyou. This girl was different from the other villagers, so he didn’t want to spend too much time explaining.
“We are going to destroy all those zombies. Otherwise, they will continue to harm any living people passing by.”
“Destroy…” she repeated, her voice trembling.
The young girl mumbled, and tears welling up in her eyes. This village was small, with families who had lived there for generations, everyone knowing each other by name, many being relatives.
Her brother was inside, along with uncles and aunts, but she knew that what they were doing—killing people—was wrong.
Choking back her sobs, she wiped her eyes with her hand and nodded resolutely. “I know. I just wanted to let you out. My dad and the others are asleep. You need to escape quickly.”
Lin Mu couldn’t help but admire the young girl. “Alright, wait here for us. We’ll handle it.”
As he moved towards the door, he turned back for a moment. “Think about it. If you want to leave, you can come with us.”
This village might seem safe now, but it wasn’t far from the main road. Sooner or later, it would be discovered, and if someone with ill intentions found it, it could spell disaster.
In this post-apocalyptic world, people would fight to the death over a mouthful of food. Two strength type mutants alone couldn’t defend this place.
Fu Jingmo had already stepped outside. When Lin Mu joined him, they began to climb the steps, with vines wrapped around Lin Mu’s hand.
Maybe because it had been disciplined before, the little vine was now obediently coiling around his wrist, gently rubbing against it.
The two strength mutants at the entrance immediately spotted Lin Mu and Fu Jingmo approaching and stood up from the bench, raising their machetes.
“You, what are you doing? You can’t come near here.”
One of them was one of the four villagers they had encountered earlier and instantly recognized them.
“Wu, Brother Wu, they’re the ones from the pigpen. How did they get out?”
Next to the long bench was a round brass gong, and the man called Brother Wu immediately picked up a wooden mallet and struck it several times.
The deafening sound echoed throughout the village, reverberating in the mountain hollow.
Lights quickly flickered on in the houses below. With the creaking of doors, villagers emerged, armed with hoes and machetes, running up the stone steps.
Leading the charge was Zhou Fuyou, glared viciously at Lin Mu and Fu Jingmo, a stark contrast to his daytime hospitality.
“Brother Lin, we’ve treated you well with good food and drink. What are you trying to do now?”
Fu Jingmo let out a cold laugh, unable to suppress a chuckle. “You fed us well, only to throw us in to feed the zombies?”
“You certainly have guts, daring to keep such a horde of zombies.”
Because they were standing close, they could already hear the roaring sounds of the zombies in the ancestral hall, one after another, there were at least hundreds of them.
This village had about thirty or forty households, roughly totaling one to two hundred people.
“This is our village’s business, none of your concern!”
“Using me as food, and I can’t get involved?”
Black mist rapidly spread from Fu Jingmo’s body, making him look particularly terrifying under the moonlight. The pressure of a level three mutant immediately silenced the villagers.
He took a step towards the ancestral hall. Seeing him approach it, the villagers couldn’t hold back any longer. So, they rushed up to him with gritted teeth.
“Kill them, kill them! My child is in there.”
“My parents are in there too. Brother Zhou, kill them!”
Shrill cries erupted from the crowd as they all surged forward.
Lin Mu’s eyes narrowed. He swung the vine whip in his hand, lashing it around the long bench and hurling it at the villagers.
The bench, propelled with great force, caused those at the front to stumble and fall, barely caught by those behind them to prevent them from tumbling down the stone steps.
Apart from the two strength mutants, these were all ordinary people. Even with brute strength, how could they possibly be a match for Lin Mu?
He spoke calmly, with his cold gaze fixed on them. “Move aside! Keeping these things will only harm more people. No one deserves to be their food.”
The villagers who had fallen to the ground, both men and women, young and old, now fully aware of Lin Mu’s power, began to weep openly.
“My son! My son is still in there. Please, I beg you.”
“Please, don’t kill them. They’re just sick.”
The cries were heartbreaking and mournful, enveloping Lin Mu like a thick, dark ink.
In this apocalypse, who hasn’t experienced the loss of loved ones, except for someone like him who had no family to lose?
Few families managed to survive intact. Lin Mu’s brow furrowed deeply, but he didn’t back down an inch.
They needed to accept reality, accept this apocalypse.
With a loud crash, Fu Jingmo kicked open the ancestral hall’s door. Even though he anticipated the scene inside, he was still momentarily taken aback by what he saw.
These people had crammed over a hundred zombies into a massive pit, all of them opening their mouths and jostling to climb out.
The overwhelming stench of decay mixed with the smell of blood was nauseating. Their grotesque faces were horrific, yet only these villagers could consider such zombies to be still human.
The candlelight beneath the ancestral tablets continued to flicker. Fu Jingmo stepped back, then kicked the two wooden doors into the pit.
As he moved, the villagers’ cries grew louder, drowning out even the usual sounds of insects in the grass, which fell silent…
Fu Jingmo focused, slicing through the roof with his black blade. The shattered wooden planks crashed down, splattering blood and causing the heads of numerous zombies to explode.
Black crystals, carried by the forceful wind, flew towards the candle flames. The oil lamp in front of the ancestral tablets fell into the pit, quickly igniting the broken wood.
Fu Jingmo sneered and turned to look at the villagers, with flames blazing behind him.
The zombies, oblivious to pain, reached out with their sharp hands even when half of their bodies burned away, still trying to grasp at the people outside the door.
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