plastic?
Props?
I looked at Luo Tianhe beside me, and he was clearly stunned by what I had just seen. His mouth was wide open, big enough to fit a huge sausage.
"Old Chen, is this also a performance?"
Luo Tianhe rubbed his eyes vigorously.
I didn't say anything, but walked straight over and knocked on the pillar with my hand.
Solid.
I tried to lift it again, but I couldn't lift it at all.
This pillar must weigh at least several hundred kilograms.
"The real thing? Not a prop?"
Luo Tianhe also came up and kicked it with his foot, wincing in pain as he clutched his foot.
Strange.
I turned to look at the little kid who was still playing in the sand as if nothing was wrong. Could this kid be born with superhuman strength?
But what about his mother?
I took another good look at the child's mother; she was very thin, probably only about 40 kilograms.
I felt like I was grabbing her by the neck and lifting her up.
But just now she moved this pillar aside with one hand, the movement looked so easy, like casually picking up a rag.
What are you thinking about?
Chai Mingyu's voice came from the side.
I turned my head and saw that he had his hands in his pockets, used his toes to lift the pillar, caught it with his hands, and then tossed it to a staff member next to him.
Holy crap!
I feel like my worldview has collapsed.
Is Chai Mingyu eighty years old?
An old man in his eighties easily lifted a pillar weighing several hundred kilograms with his toes.
Chai Mingyu seemed to guess what I was thinking and chuckled: "It's not just me, eighty percent of the people here can do it."
I looked around and saw that there were at least a hundred people here, and eighty percent of them could do it.
Chai Mingyu kindly offered me and Luo Tianhe a cigarette.
Just as I was about to take out my lighter to light it, Chai Mingyu gently rubbed his thumb and forefinger together, and a flame appeared out of thin air.
This move left both Luo Tianhe and me speechless once again.
Seeing our surprised expressions, Chai Mingyu seemed quite pleased with himself, slowly exhaling a smoke ring as he said, "Ten days ago, I was a terminally ill cancer patient."
What?
Ten days ago, he was a terminally ill cancer patient?
No matter what kind of cancer it is, once it is diagnosed as late-stage, it basically means that life is on a countdown.
He could only eke out a living in his hospital bed, barely surviving on various medications and equipment, fighting a desperate battle against death every day.
But the Chai Mingyu in front of him was energetic and agile; he didn't look like someone who had just struggled back from the brink of death.
He can even easily lift a pillar weighing several hundred kilograms with his toes.
Chai Mingyu seemed to enjoy our shock.
He pointed to a tall, beautiful woman in front of him and said, "See her? Her name is Xiaoyan. She used to be a dancer with disabilities in both legs. She had trouble even walking normally, let alone dancing. But now, look at her."
He whistled loudly at Xiaoyan and shouted, "Xiaoyan, give us a performance!"
Xiaoyan nodded gently upon hearing this.
The next second, her body seemed to be injected with a magical power, and she suddenly leaped high into the air, spinning and tumbling, her movements light and fluid, like a butterfly dancing gracefully.
Before Luo Tianhe and I could recover from the shock, Chai Mingyu pointed to a young man with a mushroom haircut, wearing glasses, and looking very refined, and continued speaking.
"His name is A-Jie. He used to be an ordinary employee, constantly bossed around and bullied by his boss. In the company, he was like a nobody, completely invisible. But now..."
At this point, Chai Mingyu shouted to A-Jie, "A-Jie, show these two young men what you've got!"
Ah-Jie pushed up his glasses and gave a shy smile.
He walked to a stone table to the side, stretched out his right hand, and gently pressed it on the stone table. The stone table began to tremble slowly.
As A-Jie increased the pressure in his hands, the stone table shook more and more violently.
With a "bang".
The stone table had broken in the middle and was split in two.
Luo Tianhe and I were completely stunned, and our bodies involuntarily took a step back.
"Holy crap, do all the people here have superpowers?" Luo Tianhe couldn't help but swear, his voice trembling slightly.
Chai Mingyu laughed heartily, his laughter echoing in the night sky.
"Special abilities? You could say that, but not entirely. Everything here is thanks to the opportunity given to us by Dr. Zeng!"
Wu Zhiguo?
Is Wu Zhiguo really that capable?
If I remember correctly, Wu Zhiguo used to be Zeng Yonghua's driver. It was because of that feng shui master 'Chen Bazhong' who had the exact same name as my grandfather that he transformed into the current richest man in Zeng.
But no matter how he changes, he's still just an ordinary person who relies on others for help, right?
But now he doesn't look like an ordinary person at all.
In particular, Chai Mingyu said that these people became like this because of him, so it was impossible for them to regard Wu Zhiguo as an ordinary person.
At that moment, I inexplicably thought of what Grandpa Jin and Old Man Zhao had said.
They are making ghouls.
Could these people all be ghouls?
I glanced at Luo Tianhe, who seemed to be deep in thought, as if he had the same idea as me.
“Let’s go have a couple of drinks. If you stay in this village long enough, you’ll find that these are just the most ordinary things. As long as you stick with Dr. Zeng, you can have everything.”
Every word Chai Mingyu said was related to Wu Zhiguo, implying that he wanted to help Wu Zhiguo expand his followers.
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