Chapter 75 God of Destruction.

The news about the God of Destruction spread by word of mouth and continued to ferment. By the afternoon, almost everyone knew about it. People fell into panic, and no one mentioned the incident again for the whole day.

From morning on, all the psychics, exhausted from staying up all night, sat in one area, talking to each other, but they still hadn't reached a conclusion by noon.

"Dad, what should we do now? There's such a strange evil god in District 9. Should we still go in?"

"How about we go back home? The Zombie King might have already left District 12."

"Let's not even talk about whether the Zombie King has left or not. The journey back now will take at least a month. Our gas, ammunition, supplies, and energy will all be exhausted along the way."

"But here you'll encounter monsters, and your powers may become ineffective. The unknown dangers ahead are even more terrifying!"

Lu Xingyao remained silent. He looked at the little bit of white wine left in his hand and wanted to drink it, but he felt reluctant when he reached out his hand.

It was after he drank last night that he lost the strength to survive.

The right to speak is often in the hands of powerful people. If the commander does not make a decision, ordinary people have to wait.

"Last night, there was so much yelling outside that I thought the zombies had broken through our defenses. I was so scared that I cried for a long time, but in the end, nothing happened."

"District 9 is too weird. Once you come here, your powers will become ineffective. The commander's powers won't work anymore."

"What! What will happen next?"

"I don't know. Alas, we humans are doomed. There's no way to survive anywhere."

Those who had lost their powers had glazed eyes, and it felt as if their souls were about to leave their bodies. In the dead silence, the young man with super hearing suddenly stood up and said in horror, "I heard a strange sound again. It seemed like something was crawling, like a wheel."

Shu Maomao stood up from the back seat, leaned on Shu Lan's shoulder, and reached out to press the horn button.

“Ding Di——”

The boy with super hearing covered his ears and ran around the field, shouting hysterically: "Don't kill me, don't erase my soul with sonic waves, please, God of Destruction!"

Shu Maomao curled the corners of his mouth.

It's quite fun.

After riding for ten minutes, Shu Lan spotted the car from District 12. She waved vigorously, picked up the horn hanging from the handlebars, and shouted enthusiastically, "My compatriots, put down your weapons. I am a human being, and I am here to lead the way for you!"

The young woman was wearing a light yellow sun hat, a loose white men's T-shirt, black shorts, and slippers. She was sitting on a small electric scooter that should have been white but was covered in too much dust, making it look gray. Her shoulder was leaning on a little boy who was also wearing a sun hat and had half of his face covered by sunglasses.

They looked just like the locals who dressed casually and went out for a stroll by the river on a hot summer evening before the end of the world.

It's obvious that the mother and son are not zombies. How can a zombie travel by bicycle?

All the guns that were raised were lowered, and the people in District 12 greeted the sudden appearance of the strange mother and son with surprise and confusion.

"Where are you from? You said you would lead the way, where are you taking us?"

"What's your special ability?"

"Do you know if there's a God of Destruction here? Does it really exist? Have you ever seen those big monsters?"

Shu Lan raised the loudspeaker. She had to say that this thing she picked up was really useful. Her voice was soft and she couldn't speak loudly. Without this, she would have no momentum at all.

"Wait, everyone, be quiet. I know you're all very curious about me, but if you all ask me at once, I won't know which one to answer first. How about saving time and calling over the person who can speak up? I'll talk to him directly."

The crazy young man with super hearing finally heard clearly that the noise he just heard was the sound of a human, not the evil god he feared, and fell down weakly.

"Commander, there's a woman outside, looking for you. She wants to lead us."

The desperate situation seemed to have encountered a turning point. Lu Xingyao strode out and followed the instructions to come in front of Shu Lan.

Compared to the dusty survivors of District 12, Shu Lan was dressed casually but very neatly and cleanly, with bright eyes and a bright smile. Her energetic state was eye-catching.

"Hello, Commander of District 12, Lu Xingyao."

Lu Xingyao was accompanied by a tall, thin man with sparse hair and glasses. He looked at Shu Lan sharply from behind his glasses. "Deputy Commander, Qu Xiang."

Shu Lan said, "Hello, I'm a survivor who escaped from District 8. My name is Qin Xiaoshuang, and I have psychic abilities."

"Psychic?"

"Yes, I can see many things that don't exist in nature and communicate with them. Last night, I heard the God of Destruction getting angry, and I guessed someone might have escaped. So I hurried to find you to explain the current situation here, so as not to anger him again tonight."

"Is there really such a thing as a God of Destruction here?"

"Yes. When the number of people who die in a place reaches its satisfaction and no one is left alive, the God of Destruction will descend."

Through his sunglasses, Shu Maomao saw the group of people opposite him with their mouths open and dull eyes.

This expression of wanting to believe but finding it outrageous when listening to his mom's serious nonsense is very fitting.

Shu Lan sighed, "You don't believe me, right? It's okay. No one believed me at first. The messenger raised by the God of Destruction feeds on zombies, not humans. You attacked the messenger's food last night, which is why he got angry. When he gets angry, he makes the loudest person lose their superpowers."

Lu Qinghe seemed to have opened the door to a new world, and she said in a daze: "It turns out that there are not only zombies and people with special abilities in the world, but also gods..."

Lu Xingyao said, "Some of us did have our special abilities disappear. It only lasted for a short time, right?"

Shu Lan slowly shook her head: "No, it's permanent."

The air became quiet again, the light in Lu Xingyao's eyes gradually dimmed, and he lowered his head with a dejected look.

"But it doesn't eat humans. If we pray to it for protection when we encounter zombies, it will send down its divine power to help us through danger. That's why it's also our protector. Are you going to the new District 9 base? There are many survivors like me there. Our commander, Lin Yi, doesn't have offensive abilities, so the God of Destruction didn't target him, so his space is still there."

Hearing the familiar name, the crowd became noisy again.

"Was Lin Yi the former commander of District 10?"

"I've heard of him too. His spatial ability awakened earlier than anyone else. He stockpiled all the city's supplies before the zombie outbreak, and he can even grow food. He can support an entire base by himself."

Shu Lan said: "Yes, now he is the commander of all of us."

When making up a story, it is necessary to mix half truth and half falsehood to make it more credible. People like Lin Yi who want to be the emperor as soon as he has a little capital and can't wait to announce to the world that he is the savior have already spread their fame all over the world. Saying his name will make it more convincing.

Lu Xingyao thought of the team's low on food supplies and tried to cheer himself up.

Although his special ability disappeared forever, at least he saw hope again that could keep everyone alive.

"Then please take us to see Lin Yi."

Shu Lan smiled friendly: "Okay."