Chapter 82 Willingly.
However, the battle horn only sounded once before it was forcibly muted by the horrific scene under the searchlight.
From the mysterious passage torn open in mid-air emerged one after another huge and ugly monsters. God's messengers kept patrolling along the periphery of the electric fence and among the ruins of the city.
The already vulnerable buildings were knocked down, and the moving zombies became a delicious midnight snack. The scene of eating was both tragic and terrifying. Watching it for a few more seconds made me feel my stomach and mind churning.
Lu Xingyao watched as a strange dice appeared in front of the little boy. He manipulated it with his hands and casually turned it six times, seemingly just playing with it normally.
As a result, the next moment, the messenger of God descended to the world from an unknown realm.
No one else understood how shocked he was at that moment.
Shu Lan reached out to Lu Xingyao: "Give me your walkie-talkie."
How could Lu Xingyao dare not disobey? He quickly climbed down, took the walkie-talkie off his belt and handed it to her.
Shu Lan looked at it and asked: "How do I use this?"
"Press here and speak, then release when you're done."
Shu Lan learned it. She cleared her throat and pressed the button he had mentioned. In a soft, sweet voice, laced with seduction, she said, "The God of Destruction's messenger has begun to move, indicating that the God of Destruction has awakened. Everyone, repeat what I said after me. The more in unison, the better. God, we have no intention of offending you."
Those who heard the conversation hesitantly followed up, "God, we mean no offense."
Will this be useful? Never mind, let’s talk about it first.
Shu Lan continued, "We were driven away by the zombies and forced to come to your territory, looking for an area to survive."
"We were driven away by the zombies and forced to come to your territory to find an area to survive."
"If you need to take our abilities in exchange."
"If you need to take our abilities in exchange..."
At this point, some people's tone began to hesitate, and their voices were not as firm and loud as before.
The more I listened, the more it sounded like a sacrificial ceremony. The sacrifice was their superpowers, but superpowers were the power to save their lives. To exchange them with the evil god felt like cutting off one's own limbs.
Shu Lan sensed their reluctance from the weakening sounds around them.
She bent down and whispered a few words in Shu Maomao's ear, grabbed his little hand, and drew on his palm.
The mud, sand and dust on the ground flew up and gathered in the brightest place. With the airflow swirling in the wind, a vague and tall dust man was formed. There were two gradually expanding holes in the place of his head, like a god opening its eyes and looking down at the group of incompetent mortals in front of it with contempt.
In addition, dust continued to fill the body, making it grow larger and larger. The six "messengers of God" also stopped eating and turned around, facing the humans and staring at them quietly.
The zombies also got a chance to breathe and appeared in people's sight.
Shu Lan picked up the intercom again and urged in a panic, "It's appeared. It's waiting for us to express our loyalty. Kneel down quickly, place your palms on your heads, and continue speaking. We are willing to offer our supernatural powers to obtain God's blessing!"
What you hear from others is far less convincing than seeing the "God descending to earth" with your own eyes. It seems that the six monsters are really waiting for God's orders.
Zombies can still be fought, but how can we fight the gods in front of us? How can we fight monsters?
The people were suddenly frightened and trembling, any resistance was extinguished along with the fear, and they shouted loudly.
Anything is fine, as long as these monsters don't follow the zombies into the electric fence and eat people! After all, superpowers are not hands or feet, and losing them won't hurt. Just give it away.
"We are willing to sacrifice our supernatural powers to gain God's blessing!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the divine figure in the light disintegrated into a pile of dust, and was replaced by fireballs falling from the sky, each of which hit the moving zombies with precision, like a grand and brilliant meteor shower.
The six gods turned their heads and continued to eat their midnight snack.
Shu Lan pressed the intercom and said with great surprise, "It's helping us stop the zombies. This means the God of Destruction agrees that you can live in his territory. Thank you, God of Destruction!"
Everyone rejoiced: "Thank you, God of Destruction!"
Shu Lan put down the intercom with satisfaction. Look, no one was injured or killed. She was happy and could go collect the movie fees.
She turned around and saw Lu Xingyao who seemed to be hesitant to speak and Shu Maomao who had an expressionless face.
Shu Lan was puzzled: "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Lu Xingyao asked her tentatively: "Were you an actor before?"
Shu Lan sighed, "Oh, you found out. Yes, I was a graduate of the Film Academy. I worked hard every day to hone my acting skills. I spent all my money to buy a leading lady. I was just about to finish filming and become a star, and then this virus broke out. What a twist of fate."
Shu Maomao: It’s a new story, I haven’t heard it before.
Shu Lan extended her hand to her son. "There aren't many ordinary zombies left in District 9 to begin with, and even fewer after the messenger's mouth. Have someone hold their guns to prevent any from slipping through the net while I go take a look around."
Lu Xingyao knew the reason for her leaving, and he no longer felt as repulsed as he had during the day.
What she just demonstrated was not only the power of "God", but also her sincerity in the exchange. If she could continue to protect everyone like this and provide food, judging from the results, they would be the ones who would benefit.
He knew the truth and was about to "go along" with the deceived people.
As a "psychic", no matter where Shu Lan goes, people will follow her and ask her about God. When a person's vision has a focus, he also has blind spots.
She answered the questions with a smile, and Shu Maomao, who was close to her, harvested the supernatural powers silently.
Those who are still standing outside at night are basically combat-type psychics. There is no need to look for them one by one. Just take their blood when you see them.
Of course, there are also those with non-combat abilities who remain outside and suffer innocently.
For example, Lu Qinghe.
She changed her clothes and stood in the shadow of the light with her back to him. Shu Maomao didn't recognize her. He only realized something was wrong when he got the "Dream Maker" and frowned slightly.
Mommy said that he didn’t need to take auxiliary abilities, and dream-making was useless to him, and he wouldn’t waste energy helping others have a sweet dream.
Shu Maomao shook Shu Lan's hand and looked up at her.
As soon as Shu Lan saw his expression, she knew that he had something to say, but there were too many people watching and it was inconvenient.
"Where is your toilet?"
The people in District 12 were eager to show them the way. Shu Lan led Shu Maomao to a less crowded area, squatted down, and asked softly, "What's going on?"
"Mommy, I took the dream power of the woman who sat in front of us during the day. You said you didn't want such useless superpowers. I was wrong."
It's like not getting a perfect score on an exam and not being able to correct the answers or scores. Shu Maomao cares about it very much.
Is this even worth pulling her aside to discuss? He still looked unhappy, and Shu Lan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
She discovered that it is not good for children to pursue perfection too much and they need to be corrected in time.
"It's okay to make mistakes. Mommy makes mistakes too. This afternoon, if I had known that there was such a superpower that could rebound fatal injuries, I would have told you to use it first and then kill him. But Mommy didn't think of that and almost killed you. This mistake is even more serious than the one you made. Will you blame me?"
"Won't."
"So you want me to continue to blame myself and feel sad about this?"
Shu Maomao shook his head: "I don't hope so. You should forget it soon."
Shu Lan laughed. "Yeah, you certainly didn't expect to accidentally get a support ability. This is called a slip, not a mistake. Everyone makes mistakes, and if we treat every mistake as a big deal, it would be so tiring. It's a mistake, so what? We just need to avoid making mistakes in the future, right?"
Shu Maomao nodded: "Yes."
"Well, Mommy needs to go to the bathroom. Cover your ears and wait for me outside for a while."
Shu Lan went into the makeshift restroom and quickly jumped out within a second, pushing him away from the place: "I don't want to do it anymore, let's go."
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