Could it be that I'm a bad guy?
No, no, no, that's not right.
I did not do anything out of line, and I am also a victim of all of this.
But... wasn't this the path I chose myself?
I calmed down.
I looked up and stared intently at the corpses on the ground.
Heh, it's alright, it wasn't me who died.
I slowly stepped out, and I could feel my legs were a little weak.
But I forced myself to move.
I made my choice a long time ago.
Yes, I was too naive before.
Wanting to fight against the Heaven and Earth Church without killing anyone is simply wishful thinking.
The other side was a group of thugs who treated human life like dirt; good people were of no value to them except to become corpses.
To survive, you can't be a good person; you have to become a demon!
A ruthless and terrifying demon!
But what am I doing now?
I find it a little funny, Chen Xi, you're such a coward.
As Jiang Huai-ren saw me come out, he looked me over with a scrutinizing gaze:
"It seems you understand what I mean."
"Live well."
As soon as he finished speaking, the masked man next to him fell to the ground.
In less than half a minute, he had killed everyone there.
We stepped inside the factory, which was dilapidated and littered with broken sheet metal.
There were also many broken bricks and rubble scattered on the ground.
Factory interior
The master and the others had long since disappeared.
I looked around and saw the hidden autumn clouds and rain.
When Qiu Yun saw us come in, she gestured for me to be quiet and indicated that I should go to them.
I don't think there are any living people outside the factory, because that wave of grenades just now would have alerted almost all the guards in this area.
But what exactly is inside?
The four of them crept stealthily into the interior.
Just as we entered the second floor, I faintly heard panting sounds.
The voice was faint, yet rough.
It didn't sound like human breathing.
I searched for the source of the sound, but the next moment I was startled and quickly took a big step back.
A zombie suddenly darted out from the corner of the wall and reached out to pounce on me.
Just as I was about to draw my sword, before I could even thrust it out, Jiang Huai-ren's hand had already gripped the zombie's neck tightly.
His hand was like an iron clamp, firmly controlling the zombie's movements.
Only then did I take a closer look at the zombie.
It had a copper rod in its mouth, with iron chains attached to both ends, which were fastened to the back of the zombie's head.
Judging from his appearance, he is not like the zombies on the battlefield; he must be being controlled by someone.
Jiang Huai Ren's aura surged, and flames began to rise from the zombie's body.
Although the underlying principle is unknown, the fire used by Jiang Huai-ren has a strong suppressive effect on the corpse energy.
It seems I should learn more from my seniors when I have time.
The fact that zombies can appear here proves our guess was correct.
It's likely that someone is deliberately manipulating these zombies to attack China!
But how do they control these zombies?
After all, this thing has no independent consciousness; it just bites anyone it sees, just like a mad dog.
It seems that the mastermind behind this is not simple.
We continued our exploration deeper inside, and along the way we found many zombies lying on the ground. It seems that our master and the others had also encountered them.
After passing through the factory, we entered a place that resembled a manor or ranch.
The place is overgrown with weeds, and it doesn't look like there's anyone there at all.
Upon closer inspection, I saw that my master and the others had all gathered there as well.
It seems this is their hideout.
After all, there were no buildings left around.
But I always had a creepy feeling about me, and it gave me goosebumps.
The houses and walls were somewhat dilapidated, and the iron gates were covered with mottled rust.
To the group's astonishment, the manor wasn't guarded by dogs; instead, a zombie was chained up at the gate.
I admit that what I've seen these past few days is a hundred times more shocking than anything I've seen or heard in the last twenty years.
The master kicked open the gate and led everyone into the manor.
Since the other party has connections with zombies, we naturally don't need to be polite.
The master's wife reversed the tip of her sword and stabbed it into the zombie's neck.
With a forceful pull, blood gushed out like a pillar, shooting far away.
The room was very quiet when I opened the door.
But I could always hear some soft rustling sounds, like something was rubbing against the wall.
Everyone went into a state of high alert.
The danger here is no less than that of the battlefield outside; in comparison, the known dangers can never outweigh this unknown fear.
At that moment, an old voice rang out, but it was impossible to understand what the other person was saying.
We followed the sound and went inside.
The speaker was an elderly Burmese man with white hair, who looked to be over sixty years old.
When the old man saw our large group of people coming, he was taken aback at first, then smiled and said, "So you're Chinese."
The old man spoke Mandarin with a broken accent.
"What, I think you guys entered the country illegally?"
"Huaxia does have some skill, managing to get you infiltrated here."
"But what can you do now?"
"Hehehehehe."
The old man's words were full of sarcasm, and he didn't seem nervous about the arrival of these people.
In general, in this situation, either the other party is fearless and pretending to be calm, or they are fully prepared and confident that we won't be able to do anything to them.
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