Chapter 78
Wen Bei turned around suddenly: "Not good."
It's too quiet.
The village is eerily quiet now.
It was already daybreak, and someone should have come over even if it was just a shift change, especially since they were making so much noise here.
So many people came out of the pit, their emotions were unstable, and although they did not make much noise, it was enough to alert other polluters in the village.
But until now no one has come, and it is as quiet as the early morning.
Thinking about what they had just said, that the man named Chen Jin actually had water-related abilities, Wen Bei's bad premonition gradually intensified.
He raised his leg and ran outside. What came into his sight was a place like hell on earth, and the smell of blood filled his nose.
The entire center of the village seemed to have been washed in blood.
Standing in the middle were Fang Huahua and another man in a white robe whose expression could not be seen clearly.
The man in white robe looked towards Wen Bei: "It's really you."
The voice was hoarse and unpleasant when he opened his mouth.
Corpses were lying all over the ground, their limbs all chopped off, leaving only their blood-drained torsos.
Mixed with some unknown smelly liquid, it is not difficult to see how much physical and psychological torture they went through before their death. They looked miserable and smelly.
Even in the end times, it is rare to see such a tragic death as being torn apart by five horses.
Wen Bei took a look, and at the moment when he felt extremely disgusted, his eyes were suddenly covered by his hands.
"Don't look." Qiu Cheng said it in a calm voice, but there was an inexplicable coldness in it. He looked at the man in white robe and Fang Huahua with a curious look on his face, and murderous intent suddenly appeared in his eyes.
Wen Bei felt a little relieved and patted his hand gently: "I'm not afraid."
The hand that had been covering his eyes with unexpected tenderness finally fell.
Wen Bei looked at the man in white robes and expressed his guess: "Are you Chuck?"
When he saw these human pigs that had lost their limbs, some rumors about the vice-president of the Dark Fire Guild immediately popped up in his mind.
According to Huang Qian's description, he not only likes to turn people into pigs, but also has a connection with the Shengjin Sect.
Now it seems that it is true.
Chuck chuckled softly. "What a narrow path for enemies! You destroyed my carefully managed black market auction house and guild, and even killed my people in the rift. Shouldn't you apologize to me?"
The auction house actually belongs to him, which means that among the people who disappear in the base every year, it is very likely that some of them are not sold, but sent to the Holy Progress Church.
Whether being a slave or being brainwashed into becoming one of them, the end is tragic.
Wen Bei said insincerely: "Oh, I'm so sorry."
There was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, making the apology seem particularly ironic and provocative.
In fact, his special ability had been secretly activated, and a black and white data appeared around him. It was the controlled transaction amount that only he could see.
Fang Huahua needs 45,000 crystals, while Chuck needs 40,000. Both figures are only available to top-level polluters.
But he didn't expect that in his ability assessment, Fang Huahua was actually more difficult than Chuck.
Wen Bei's gaze narrowed slightly: "Did you kill Chen Jin too?"
He should have thought of it earlier. The mercenary who was tasked with retrieving important information from the research institute had reminded him that the people who killed their entire convoy were a man covered in feathers and a woman with pink hair.
The person covered with bird feathers is not Chuck, but the latter is Fang Huahua.
The wind blew Fang Huahua's hair, blowing her pink hair up. She still had a childlike innocence on her face: "Yes, I want to be good friends with him."
Wen Bei: "Does being friends with you mean I'll be killed by you?"
Fang Huahua giggled. She didn't answer the question directly, but glanced at him with a lingering look: "I want to be friends with you, too."
The implication of his words was filled with murderous intent.
It wasn't that she hid it so well that she even fooled Wen Bei and Qiu Tinge, but that was what she really thought.
She did want to be friends with Wen Bei, and she did want to kill him.
Fang Huahua bit her finger and said, "But it seems that I can't do it today. He is too strong. I can't beat him."
She was referring to Qiu Ting who was behind Wen Bei.
The man's eyes were so cold at this moment, as if they were just dead objects.
Fang Huahua didn't feel scared, but Chuck was terrified by his gaze: "Can't you seal his superpowers?"
Fang Huahua: "No, he's higher level than me."
Having said that, she also showed a bit of distress.
She had never met such a difficult person before. There was not a single weak point on his body that could be attacked. Even if it was the top polluter in the base, she could at least temporarily seal off his supernatural power. But she had no confidence at all against the person in front of her.
Seal?
Wen Bei glanced at the corpses on the ground and had a rough idea of how they died.
It wasn't just Chuck who took action; Fang Huahua must have also played an auxiliary role in it.
Fang Huahua's ability is a very special one. Even the most powerful psychic, such as high-level polluters like Su Wu and Ji Mingyuan, will be completely defenseless once their abilities are sealed even for just a few seconds.
It is equivalent to forcibly turning the polluter into an ordinary person with higher physical fitness. As long as there are other fellow polluters around when Fang Huahua activates her supernatural power, killing such "ordinary people" is a piece of cake.
It is a very terrifying auxiliary ability, and will definitely be a tough opponent if encountered in actual combat.
No wonder Chen Jin, a water-based mutant, died of thirst. It also explains why this group of arrogant and domineering polluters all died so ugly.
But Wen Bei didn’t understand why they couldn’t make any sound.
Even the smell of blood can only be felt when you get close.
While he was thinking, the person behind him suddenly made a move. Without any warning, a large amount of black [pollution] rushed forward like a terrifying beast, stirring up a cloud of dust on the ground.
But when it was about to devour the two people in front of it, it suddenly couldn't move forward.
Wen Bei: "Barrier?"
Qiu Tinge said expressionlessly: "It's a space barrier."
His powers continued to surge, transforming into a beast even larger than a tiger, its sharp claws exerting pressure on the invisible barrier.
Chuck sneered: "You and I are no longer in the same dimension. No matter how powerful you are, there is no way you can break through the dimension. You are overestimating your own abilities."
"Oh?" Qiu Ting's lips curled up, "Really?"
The superpowers grew stronger again, and this time, thicker black fog began to surround them. With the help of the black fog, the superpowers generated by [pollution] continued to grow. The nearest houses began to collapse, and the terrifying force began to crush the barrier. Spider-web-like cracks began to appear in the surrounding ground.
The only place where Wen Bei was standing was not eroded by the black fog and there was no pressure.
Facts have proved that in the face of absolute strength, even space can be torn apart.
Chuck's originally sarcastic expression began to turn ugly. He heard a cracking sound in his ears, which came from the space barrier.
It is hard to imagine that someone could tear the barrier apart directly. If it were to hit them directly, I'm afraid not even ashes would be left.
At the moment when the voice became clear, a black and purple hole suddenly appeared from behind them, accommodating them out of thin air. A second before the hole disappeared, the space barrier was completely shattered.
In less than half a second, they would have died at the hands of Qiu Tincture's supernatural power.
Unfortunately, he still escaped.
Wen Bei didn't look at the corpses on the ground anymore. He just called out the group of people hiding in the small yard.
I thought they would be terrified, but unexpectedly, most of them were excited after seeing these corpses.
Some people even found kitchen knives from somewhere and chopped and hacked at the corpses on the ground.
Even with blood and flesh splattered all over his body, he didn't stop.
Among this group of cannibals, only the unconscious guard is still alive, but the end that awaits him is more painful than death.
There was a commotion outside. Wen Bei returned to the car. He planned to leave the village directly. He didn't care about the group of crazy people outside, nor did he make any judgment about it.
Guanglian found them and thanked them in the car.
Wen Bei rolled down the window: "What are you going to do next?"
Guanglian is not from this village, he belongs to the Yi Guang base.
I thought he would want to go with me, but surprisingly he chose to stay.
"If I go back to Yiguang, those people who betrayed me won't let me go easily."
Human nature is so complicated.
They betrayed Guanglian to save their lives, so they would feel guilty towards Guanglian after returning to the base, and might regret it in their dreams at midnight. But if he really returned safely, that group of people would have different ideas.
They wouldn't want someone who was almost killed indirectly by them to come back alive.
Like a time bomb, no one can prove that he has no hatred in his heart. In the end times, only the dead are the most reassuring.
Even Guanglian himself could not guarantee that he would not have murderous intentions after seeing them, but in fact his supernatural powers were no match for those people, so he was sadly abandoned at the beginning, and the same result would occur if he went back.
At least here, he was about to become the only polluter in the village from now on.
Wen Bei retracted his gaze: "Yeah."
He nodded slightly towards Qiu Tin who was in the driver's seat.
The man stepped on the accelerator and rushed towards the cornfield and the outside world without any hesitation.
...
In the constantly interwoven and changing space, Fang Huahua held up her hands in boredom: "My friend is gone."
She looked at Chuck beside her and complained, "You're so useless."
Chuck ignored her and looked at the man who took them back. The man hid his entire figure under the holy white robe, and his expression could not be seen.
Chuck: "You're late."
The mysterious man who controlled the space didn't look at him: "The leader said that he must stay."
Chuck was dissatisfied with his arrogant attitude. He twitched his sleeves and said, "He doesn't look special. It's better to kill him and save trouble."
The next second, Chuck's neck was suddenly grabbed. The mysterious man teleported in front of him, tightened his grip, and said word by word: "Don't attack him. This is the leader's order."
Chuck's face flushed red and he almost couldn't control his tongue from sticking out. The moment he rolled his eyes, the mysterious man let go of his hand.
He suddenly fell to the ground in a mess, panting like a dog.
The mysterious man didn't even look at him, and with a wave of his hand, he sent them out of this space.
Chuck's eyes gradually turned from pain to viciousness: "I want to... kill him."
The Holy Protestant Church absolutely does not allow attacking fellow believers.
All resentment and anger can only be directed at Wen Bei.
Fang Huahua looked at him with a smile and stretched out her fair and tender hand: "Would you like to cooperate?"
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