Seeing that the fastest cannibal was about to run to the unfinished building at the door of the first building, Zhang Mu slowly started to move, kicked his right leg, and flew out like a cannonball.

The obsidian dagger kept spinning in his hand. When he rushed behind the few people who were fleeing in a group, these people had almost used all their strength to escape, but they still could not get rid of Zhang Mu's ghost-like shadow.

Zhang Mu did not say much. They had chosen their own path, and now Zhang Mu would not give them any chance at all. If they were willing to die in a way that still retained some dignity, Zhang Mu could satisfy them, as long as they took up weapons instead of surrendering.

But this group of people were obviously frightened by Zhang Mu. They had no intention of resisting at all. They only had one thought in mind, which was to escape from here. With only the word "escape" in their minds, they had lost all value in Zhang Mu's eyes. He even wondered if this was an insult to the obsidian dagger that was being unveiled for the first time.

Zhang Mu looked at them as if he was looking at a pile of rotten meat, full of disgust.

In this case, since I don't want to leave as a warrior, there is no need for me to give you dignity.

He grasped the obsidian dagger he was playing with, with the blade facing up. He poured the energy into his body, accelerated to the extreme, and swung it heavily in the direction in front of him.

Just as the wind was blowing, the tip of the obsidian dagger drew an arc from top to bottom, and a long flame gushed out along the edge of the blade. At the beginning, there was only a small flame at the tip of the blade. The wind helped the fire grow stronger and stronger. When the tip of the blade pointed to the group of people closest to him, it had formed a huge flame.

Under Zhang Mu's control, the flame instantly broke away from the obsidian dagger, forming an ever-expanding vortex that swept in all the people in front of Zhang Mu.

And not only that, this vortex of fire continued to rush forward and did not stop just because it enveloped a few people.

Just like that, all the cannibals in a straight line only had time to let out miserable howls when the flames engulfed them, and then there was no sound, because the flames seemed to be extremely hot and melted them the moment they came into contact with them, including their vocal cords.

Zhang Mu felt that the air was so hot that he couldn't breathe.

He quickly stepped aside and killed the remaining few fish that were still trembling in place with a dagger one by one, then stood aside and watched quietly.

Unexpectedly, this flame is somewhat special compared to the ones originally on Earth. It is worthy of being brought from other galaxies. The high price is justified by a reason.

Because Zhang Mu knew that if it was a fire on Earth, people would still be able to symbolically struggle even with such a big fire. However, now that it was coming out of his obsidian dagger, it was not so simple. Zhang Mu's sharp eyes observed that these people were directly turned into part of the flame the moment they were touched, and continued to fuel the flame.

He looked down at the obsidian dagger in his hand, feeling it. However, even though the dagger had just swung out such a scorching flame, it was now extremely cold. There was no sense of warmth at all, which formed a sharp contrast with the temperature of the air.

The flame came quickly and went away quickly.

Only when there was no one left to fuel the flame did the flame vortex stop spinning and slowly shrink until it disappeared. However, the area that had just been invaded by the vortex had turned completely black. The cannibals had all turned into powder, and with a little wind, they were mixed together and scattered.

From the moment you chose to submit, you must have thought that this day would come.

Since the dead cannot be brought back, you will have to atone for this tragedy.

Zhang Mu looked at the ashes floating in the air, and felt very emotional. This was actually related to him. He had roughly guessed why Zero existed. The place where Zero was should have fallen after the debugging period of the original future because of the uncontrolled zombie riot. So Zhang Mu didn't remember that there was such a person. Moreover, he was sure that there was no such person.

The only explanation for this reason is one's own rebirth.

However, due to some of Zhang Mu's cleaning measures, the people who were supposed to be killed by the zombies in this city unexpectedly survived.

That's why Zero had the opportunity to awaken his possible spiritual talents, that's why cannibals appeared, that's why we have this group of people now.

Zero was born because of me, and I almost died because of him. Now I am back to the starting point. There are no cannibals anymore, at least not now.

Zhang Mu was thinking, this was just a coincidence and he was lucky enough to solve it, what about the others?

Is there really any room for recovery for the things that have changed because of him?

A gust of cold wind blew past, startling him and he stopped thinking about it for a moment. He didn't even know whether his influence was good or bad, so how could he ever talk about making amends?

He slowly walked back in the direction he had just come from. Now, Gulin was the only one left in the entire East City gathering place. He huddled beside the big pot, unwilling to look up.

As if he heard Zhang Mu's footsteps, he slowly raised his head, looked at Zhang Mu and said, "You killed them after all. I'm the only one left, right?"

For some reason, Zhang Mu felt that the look in Gulin's eyes was different from the cannibals he had met before. However, this was not a reason for him to let Gulin go. However, he still nodded softly.

Gulin laughed miserably and looked Zhang Mu in the eye and said, "Since I'm the only one left, then give me a quick death. If possible, can you leave me an intact body? There is a custom in my hometown that the body must be intact after death, otherwise you will go to hell."

But in a flash, he seemed to have thought of something, shook his head and said, "Forget it, forget it. I'm probably going to hell now, so it doesn't matter whether my body is intact or not."

Zhang Mu gave him a complicated look and replied simply, "Okay."

After hearing Zhang Mu's reply, Gulin's eyes lit up a little. He thought Zhang Mu was going to kill himself with the dagger that could create fire that could devour dozens of people.

He slowly took out a key from his pocket, held it in front of Zhang Mu, and said, "The secret room where ordinary people are kept is in the underground conference room of the unfinished building. It's very hidden, and there's a big vase blocking it. Here's the key."

When a man is about to die, his words are good.

After listening to him, Zhang Mu saw that Gulin had closed his eyes. At the moment he took the key, he gently wiped his throat with the obsidian dagger, a blood line appeared, and blood gushed out uncontrollably.

Gulin opened his eyes with difficulty, as if he could no longer feel the pain, and was still taking one last look at this world.

Zhang Mu seemed to understand Gulin's eyes. He finally understood why he felt that Gulin's eyes were different from those of other cannibals.

It's guilt!

He seemed to hear a deep sigh, long and long, from this soul as it was about to leave.

"I want to live, too, but I know."

“I can’t quit.”

(End of this chapter)