Chapter 47

Swoosh——

The door curtain opened, and what appeared before Wen Xin was not the pink-haired little fox he had been thinking about, but a lifelike fox statue on the altar.

The joy on Wen Xin's face froze for a moment.

A breeze blew by, and he moved, following the wind and looking toward the window on the other side.

The window was opened a tiny crack, and the cool night breeze slipped into the room, causing the candlelight to flicker and the shadows on the curtains to move in rhythm.

...That must be why he made the mistake and thought there was a live fox in the house.

Wen Xin looked away with regret.

As he turned around, he still felt reluctant and kept paying attention to the fox statue out of the corner of his eye.

The more I look at it, the more familiar it seems.

Wait a moment?

An incredible guess popped up in Wen Xin's mind.

He stopped, took two steps at a time and walked to the altar, picked up the fox statue, and compared it with the candlelight.

It has small pointed ears, a small nose, white fur on all four paws, and a large furry tail that is almost as long as its soft body.

The more he looked, the faster Wen Xin's heart beat.

This statue looks so much like their little Qi, almost exactly the same.

Except for a pair of eyes.

Xiaoqi has big round eyes that are dark and bright.

The eyes on the statue are standard fox eyes, slightly narrowed, with a hint of cunning and nonchalance.

I don't know if the person who made the statue did this on purpose.

The statue's chin is slightly raised, and its pupils glance down from above, giving the impression of looking down on others with contempt.

Wen Xin didn't look at the eyes, but touched the pointed ears of the fox statue lovingly.

He had the urge to buy the statue.

A tall and thin shadow walked out from behind the curtain silently.

The figure tiptoed, holding a fruit knife in his hand, and approached Wen Xin, who seemed to be concentrating on the statue.

When there was only about half a meter left, he suddenly raised the knife in his hand, stared at Wen Xin's back, and a hint of viciousness flashed in his eyes.

"Go to hell—"

Before he could finish his words, the dark muzzle of a gun met his constricted pupils.

The handsome young man turned his head at some point, his pupils reflecting the flickering orange-yellow candlelight, and looked at him coldly.

"Would you like to compare which is faster, your knife or my gun?"

With the cold gun barrel pressed against his forehead, the figure shivered and fell backwards to the ground.

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"Believe me, I really don't know anything. I was forced by them!"

The man sitting on the ground was wearing a black robe with his hood pulled down, revealing his chubby face full of pockmarks and a big bald head. He was crying and sobbing.

"Before the apocalypse, I was just an ordinary employee. I stocked up on some food and stayed at home, not daring to go out. Then a zombie tide appeared. Everyone was running, and I followed them. I didn't know how I ended up in this place, and was caught by a group of strange people in black robes. They forced me to join some idealistic religion, and if I didn't do it, they would kill me. God have pity on me, I was forced into this!"

There is no point in all the words.

Lin Nan still had a headache and was impatient to listen to him nagging, so he interrupted him directly.

"Other members of the Idealism Cult don't dare to go forward when they come to this place. You say you are an innocent victim. Do you think we are stupid?"

Apart from anything else, the fact that there was only one person, Pockmarked Face, living in this eerie house meant that there must be something wrong with this person's identity.

The pockmarked man had his own explanation: "They are not afraid of me, they are afraid of this ancestral hall!"

Wen Xin: "Why are you afraid of this ancestral hall?"

Hearing this question, the pockmarked face's relatively normal expression suddenly changed.

His eyes were blurred, and he held his hands high in front of him, like an extremely devout believer: "Because this is the place where God's will descended, it is a place full of holy glory and cannot be desecrated!"

After saying this, the pockmarked man lowered his head and glared at the two of them fiercely.

The one he stared at most was Wen Xin.

"The incarnation is condensed by the spiritual power of God. Whatever the incarnation sees will be reflected in the eyes of God."

"Just wait! Your crime of touching the incarnation without permission has been witnessed by God himself. One day, God will punish you from heaven, and you will be shattered to pieces and reduced to ashes!"

Wen Xin and his wife: "..."

Maybe the man wants to pretend to be a common victim.

But given how deeply brainwashed he seems, who would believe him if he were said to be not a core member of Idealism?

Wen Xin frowned.

He originally wanted to ask the other party about mutants and other bases, but seeing the other party's confused look, he had no choice but to give up.

Because even if you ask, the other party won’t tell the truth.

Time was running out, and Wen Xin knew they couldn't delay any longer: "Since you can live in this sacred place, it means that your status in Idealism must be quite high, and you probably know a lot of secrets."

The pockmarked man moved his mouth to retort, but was so frightened by the muzzle of the gun pressed against the back of his head that he was speechless.

"No need to explain. I don't want to hear it. Several armies came in earlier. I want to know where they are. You just take us there now."

Wen Xin's tone was calm: "I advise you not to try any tricks, otherwise the gun may go off accidentally."

The pockmarked face suddenly twisted.

Before leaving the shop, Wen Xin tilted his head and glanced at the fox statue placed neatly on the altar.

Mutants can control people's minds and deceive them into believing in religion.

The god that the pockmarked man is talking about...could it be Xiao Qi?

Wen Xin lowered his eyelashes to hide the turmoil in his heart, and moved forward with his pockmarked face.

To his surprise, when the pockmarked man explained things, there was not a single word of truth in his ten sentences, but he was actually quite honest when he led the way.

He didn't say a word, didn't scream or call for help, and even took the initiative to help them avoid the guards.

Every time he successfully passed a section of the road, the pockmarked man would look back at Wen Xin's expression.

Looking at his submissive look, it seemed that he was so submissive because he was afraid of Wen Xin's rebellion.

Thanks to this, Wen Xin and his team basically encountered no obstacles.

It went so smoothly that it made people feel uneasy.

Lin Nan leaned close to Wen Xin's ear and whispered, "Captain, I always feel that there is something wrong with this guy. I hope he won't lead us into a trap."

Wen Xin has also been thinking about this issue over and over again.

But they had no choice.

The people they had just encountered were all gathered in groups, and even though they were very careful not to open fire without permission, startling one of them still attracted a large group of people.

Under this circumstance, the pockmarked man in front of them became the person they could most easily target.

"He is not an ordinary believer." Wen Xin also lowered his voice and said, "If it were someone else, they might not be able to lead us around the large number of guards like he did."

There are pros and cons to everything, and they can only take one step at a time.

The three of them walked forward, and when they passed through the winding underground garage, Wen Xin finally saw the shadows of the large army.

But most of the troops were lying on the ground, covered in blood, with no sign of their chests rising or falling.

Wen Xin quickly pushed the pockmarked face to Lin Nan: "You watch him."

After saying this, he strode over to a person lying nearby, clenched his fist, and tried to smell the other person's breath.

No breath touched his fingers.

The person is already dead.

The temperature drops quickly in winter, and these corpses don't even have any residual heat.

Wen Xin took a deep breath and checked everyone one by one, but didn't find a single survivor.

Even though he had guessed the outcome in advance, he still felt a little disappointed.

"Squad leader..." Lin Nan took a step forward worriedly.

Wen Xin bit his cheek and said calmly, "It's okay."

Then he looked at the pockmarked man coldly: "What was the situation at that time?"

Wen Xin just took a careful look and found that most of the bodies were killed by bullets.

If the members of Idealism had such abilities, why didn't they show any ability when they were arrested just now?

The latter waved his hands in fear: "I don't know, at that time I only heard the movement below, and I didn't dare to go over here!"

"You asked me to bring you here, so I brought you here. Let me go, I really don't know anything!"

Wen Xin looked at the pockmarked face for a long time, then retracted his gaze and said, "Let's keep going."

If the majority of the troops had been wiped out, at least they had to honor the wishes of the deceased and find Zhang Quanyong.

The contact person accurately mentioned Zhang Quanyong's location on the walkie-talkie. Either the main force had already met with Zhang Quanyong, or Zhang Quanyong was imprisoned in a fixed place.

Wen Xin and his partner walked more carefully on the rest of the road.

The further you go, the more complicated the road becomes.

Various roadblocks made of hastily stacked concrete and steel plates, and forced passages, have turned this underground garage into a complex maze.

If they hadn't found Pockmarked Face to lead the way, they might have been wandering around in circles for most of the day.

There were more and more corpses along the road, and the smell of blood became stronger and stronger.

But unlike the unrecognizable zombies outside, they were alive a few hours ago.

Lin Nan had already turned his eyes away in dismay, but Wen Xin could not ignore the corpses.

No matter how many times he experienced it, death still made him feel uncomfortable.

But as he stared at these corpses for a longer time, a strange idea quietly emerged in Wen Xin's heart.

Why are there only our own people in combat uniforms here, and no members of Idealism?

The dulled alert nerves were finally triggered.

Wen Xin's head suddenly shook, and his forehead felt as if it had been pricked by a needle, causing an extremely painful sensation.

But at the same time, he didn't know when his confused mind became clear, as if the fog that shrouded his heart was blown away by the wind.

Wen Xin's back was covered in cold sweat.

Why... such an obvious abnormality, but he only noticed it now?

"Wait a minute!"

Lin Nan stopped with his pockmarked face.

But the other party did not turn around and ask Wen Xin what happened with a puzzled look on his face as he did before.

Instead, his tone was filled with urgency and stiffness.

"Squad leader, we can't wait any longer. We have already wasted a lot of time. Let's go."

"Look, isn't there a room in front? I think I can see Zhang Quanyong's shadow!"

There was indeed a room ahead, but the door was tightly shut.

Wen Xin's fingers trembled.

He ignored his panic and quickly stepped forward, grabbing Lin Nan who was about to walk forward, and shouted: "Lin Nan, wake up!"

"We have never met Zhang Quanyong from the beginning to the end, how do you know what he looks like?!"

Lin Nan didn't care and insisted on moving forward.

While restraining him, Wen Xin felt the big bump on the back of Lin Nan's head.

He then remembered that Lin Nan's head had accidentally hit the wall. Perhaps because of this reason, the other party was more deceived than him.

What time is it?

Wen Xin racked his brains to recall.

When did they accidentally fall into the trap?

A pockmarked man's sinister voice came from behind them.

"Earlier, they sent me a message saying that City A would send some elite troops to deal with Idealism. I was worried for a while."

"Now it seems that there is no need to ask the bishop for help. I can deal with all of you by myself."

Before he could finish his words, Wen Xin's gun was once again aimed at his head.

Being pointed at by a gun, the pockmarked man froze.

But after a while, he suddenly relaxed and laughed recklessly, "Young man, you haven't shot anyone with this gun yet, have you?"

Wen Xin: “…”

"Don't pretend, I can see that your eyes are too clean, without any blood in them! With eyes like that, how could you possibly have killed a living person?"

The pockmarked man smiled slyly, took a step forward, and put his forehead directly on the muzzle of Wen Xin's gun.

Wen Xin's hand was knocked back by him.

As the man approached, a rich and exotic fragrance filled her face.

Wen Xin finally cleared his mind and was able to distinguish the strange fragrance in this mixed environment.

The aroma is not unfamiliar.

It was the incense that Wen Xin smelled in the ancestral hall before.

His lips moved, and his voice was hoarse as if there was a sharp piece of sand and gravel stuck in his throat.

"They also asked you to lead the way, so their minds are confused just like us."

"In the end... they killed each other."

Why can those disciples who only have three-legged cat kung fu defeat large troops?

Why isn't there a corpse of a Idealism member here?

At this point, all the things that I didn't understand have finally been explained.

Only those in large units have the ability to kill other team members with one blow.

Since the entire army was annihilated due to infighting, it is obvious that the bodies of the Idealism Cult members cannot be found.

A flash of surprise flashed across the pockmarked man's eyes, and he said in praise, "Not bad, you guessed it right!"

Wen Xin's breathing was rapid.

Although he tried his best to be patient, after hearing this answer, a trace of pain still leaked out from his brows.

The pockmarked man did not miss his collapse and immediately laughed even more arrogantly.

In order to destroy the young man's last psychological defense and make him fall into confusion again, he said a lot of provocative words.

"Let me tell you, when I knew so many people would come, I was so scared that I even prepared to run away."

"But I didn't expect that before I escaped, your people suddenly contacted me and said they were willing to cooperate with me to ambush the troops in City A and lure them into a trap."

"When I heard about this good thing, I agreed immediately!"

While speaking, Lin Nan's face was dull, his pupils were dilated, and he just stared blankly at the side.

The pockmarked forehead kept pressing against the muzzle of Wen Xin's gun, forcing him to retreat continuously.

The candlelight flickered in the passage, and the man's shadow was reflected on the wall. His hands and feet were stretched out, as if the devil was baring his fangs and claws, pushing Wen Xin into the abyss little by little.

"Do you know that they didn't have to die?"

As soon as these words came out, it was like a thunderclap exploding in Wen Xin's heart.

He looked into the eyes of the corpse lying on the ground with its eyes still open, and even his breathing was trembling.

At that moment, Wen Xin's finger had already pulled the trigger.

Seeing the young man's hateful look, the pockmarked man was startled, and his arrogant mood suddenly cooled down, realizing that he had provoked him too much.

But he was still able to dodge, the muzzle of Wen Xin's gun was shaking, and it was obvious that he was affected by the candlelight again!

Just as the pockmarked man was about to move to the side, his body suddenly stiffened.

As if he had seen something terrifying, the man's eyes blurred in an instant, his face was filled with fear, and he was completely frozen and unable to move.

"God? You? No, spare me—"

Bang.

The bullet pierced the man's forehead.

The pockmarked man's body froze and he fell heavily to the ground.

Seeing the blood gushing out from the man's body, Wen Xin staggered a bit.

But before he completely fell, he gritted his teeth, held on to the wall to stand firmly, and tightly grasped the hand that was shaking after firing the gun.

The fair skin was pinched by him, leaving colorful bloody marks.

Was the contact person conscious before death?

Are there any mutants here? Are there any other bases involved? Is there a person named Zhang Quanyong?

Wen Xin no longer has time to care about these things.

The effect of the candles and incense had not yet worn off, and he came back to his senses. Even though his hands were pinched to the point of bleeding, he still felt dizzy.

He even seemed to see a pink shadow floating in the air, carefully grasping his fingertips with its teeth.

Wen Xin was not on guard against the pink shadow, and followed the seemingly invisible force and ran several steps forward.

He suddenly remembered his teammates and turned around subconsciously: "Wait a minute, there's also Lin Nan..."

Lin Nan, whose name was mentioned, was in a daze the second before.

The next second, he felt as if he was kicked in the air and cried out in pain.

"Damn! Who hit me? ...Squad leader?"

He didn't even bother to cover his aching head, and hurriedly chased after him and supported Wen Xin who was about to fall.

Looking around at the bloody scene, Lin Nan's palms and soles were sweaty, as if he was in a deep dream and had not yet woken up: "What happened here?"

Wen Xin calmed himself down.

He looked at his fingertips.

When he woke up, the vague force disappeared, and the dream was like an illusion before an emotional breakdown.

Without thinking about it or explaining to Lin Nan, Wen Xin grabbed the other person's wrist with his backhand and said, "Let's go."

The two of them gathered their strength and ran out.

In the dark and empty corridor, it seemed as if all sounds had disappeared, and only their breathing and footsteps could be heard.

When Wen Xin and his companion ran out of the underground garage and arrived at the first floor of the shopping mall, they realized why it was so quiet.

All the followers of Idealism had fallen down, lying all over the ground!

Lin Nan was shocked and asked, "What's going on?"

Is there anyone helping them?

Wen Xin made a prompt decision: "Let's go first!"

Lin Nan quickly suppressed his suspicion and followed the group out of the mall.

Just as he was about to run away, he suddenly found that the young man's hand holding his was a little weak. After a second, it suddenly loosened and he slowly fell down.

"Squad leader!"

Lin Nan's eyes were bloodshot as he rushed forward to catch the thin body.

But before he stretched out his hand, a small ball of fur jumped out from the side like a cannonball and knocked him away.

Lin Nan's big bump on the back of his head almost suffered a second serious injury.

He stood up with his teeth bared, and yelled angrily: "What the hell attacked me... What the hell?!"

Lin Nan almost dropped his jaw in shock.

He saw foxes, groups of them, at least twenty of them, their huge tails swinging back and forth forming a furry ocean.

The foxes made eye contact with Lin Nan and blinked innocently.

Before the latter could react, dozens of little paws stretched out at once and lifted Wen Xin up very quickly.

"Wait a minute, what are you doing?! Wait a minute! Give the squad leader back to me! Don't run!"

When Lin Nan was about to take out his gun, he realized that he had lost it at some point.

He chased after them with sweat all over his forehead, but he couldn't catch even a hair of these little balls. He could only watch helplessly as Wen Xin was snatched away by a group of foxes, and the whole person was thrown into the wind.

“Squad Leader, ahhhhhhhh——”

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I don't know how much time passed.

Wen Xin was drowsy, but he thought he heard Lin Nan's screams.

He thought something had happened, and he held his breath, and struggled to open his eyes a little.

A small pink ball lay on his chest, the whole ball soft as a puddle of water, with big wet eyes, and met the eyes of Wen Xin who was caught off guard.

【Author’s words】

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