Seeing Tang Ze about to go out and risk his life again, Sun Ting and Ye Qingyi began to worry.
"Didn't kill enough yesterday, so I'm making up for it today," Tang Ze said as he opened the door but paused for a moment. He took out a gun and tossed it to Sun Ting, instructing, "You can use this to kill others, or yourselves. I don't want to see my rations tainted." With that, he closed the door and left.
Sun Ting clutched the cold pistol in her hand and glanced at Ye Qingyi, who gulped nervously, her mind seemingly unable to process the situation. Sun Ting then looked at An Bai, but quickly dismissed the thought—she was even more lost than the others.
After a few moments of silence, Sun Ting muttered, "This neighborhood is a complete mess. So many people have died."
"No kidding. Look at these women. What a shame. They could've been useful," someone else chimed in.
Meanwhile, a few men hid in a corner, vomiting. They had thought their own neighborhood was brutal, but entering Jin Yuan Estate made them realize their area had been comparatively gentle—at least fewer women had died there.
"Boss, it's too quiet. Something feels off," one of the underlings said, scanning the surrounding buildings. He had expected someone to be watching or at least secretly reporting their presence, but there wasn't a single shadow by the windows—an eerie silence that sent chills down their spines. It felt as if a cold, sinister presence lingered in the air.
Mo Han snorted, "Even if it's an ambush, what of it? If we don't take them down today, your wives and children will starve to death!" Hearing this, the men, who had been hesitant, gripped their knives tightly. It was either them or us now.
"Follow the plan we discussed earlier. Make it quick. Who knows when this damn weather will turn worse!" Mo Han barked. The group split up and entered different buildings, leaving their shoe covers outside.
They smashed the glass and stormed into the lobby. Mo Han had come to Jin Yuan Estate today seeking revenge against Ding Feng. The last time they had fought outside, Ding Feng had taken most of their supplies. That's why, as soon as the rain stopped, Mo Han chose Jin Yuan Estate over other neighborhoods.
"Boss, there's a smell of blood!" The youngest underling, barely twenty and wearing a baseball cap, trembled as he spoke, his knife shaking in his hand.
"What's there to fear? We've got numbers on our side. Let's go!" Mo Han sneered. Although the building was tall, they didn't take the elevator—it was too narrow, and they couldn't afford to lose their numerical advantage if ambushed.
"Boss, there are so many corpses upstairs," another underling stammered, his face pale as he rushed down, too terrified to go further. It was like a scene from hell.
Mo Han slapped him, "Pathetic! Scared of corpses? Everyone, follow me!"
The twenty or so men mustered their courage and climbed the stairs. The blood on the steps grew thicker, each step more horrifying than the last. Even Mo Han began to feel uneasy. What in the world had happened here?
Soon, they saw the bodies—some chopped into pieces, others split in half, heads severed, and innards scattered across the floor.
"Ugh!" Half of the men immediately retched. Such a gruesome scene was something they hadn't even seen in movies.
When they entered the room, three layers of piled corpses left the group frozen in place. What on earth had happened here?
"Boss, what… what happened here? It's like they were all slaughtered by some sharp blade," one of the underlings crouched down, examining the wounds.
"Boss, maybe we should leave. This place feels cursed."
Mo Han stared at Ding Feng's corpse, feeling something was terribly wrong. Ding Feng's chest had been sliced open. "Quick, search for supplies. Now!"
The men scattered to look for supplies, but one underling accidentally bumped into a woman at the dining table, causing her corpse to collapse to the ground.
When the underling saw the woman's face, he let out a blood-curdling scream, startling everyone around him.
"What the hell are you screaming for?"
"Boss, this woman, this woman!!" The underling pointed at the woman, trembling so badly he could barely speak.
Mo Han looked and was equally shocked. The woman was nothing but skin and bones, resembling a mummy.
"Boss, there are no supplies in any of the rooms."
"What!" Mo Han roared, storming into the bedroom. Sure enough, it was empty. Had another group beaten them to it? Otherwise, how could so many people have died? And what about this woman?
"Search the entire building! I refuse to believe there's nothing here!" Mo Han's face darkened. Compared to this strange woman, he was more afraid of starving to death.
Just then, his phone rang. It was the leader of the group sent to another building.
"Boss, everyone here is dead. The women have all turned into mummies."
"Same here. Not a single soul remains!"
"And there's no supplies. Everything's been looted. We're too late. Maybe we should… ah!" The underling's voice was cut off by a scream.
Mo Han shouted into the phone, "Hey, hey, Glasses! Talk to me!"
A wave of panic spread through the group. Mo Han realized that starving might still be better than dying here.
"Tell everyone to retreat. Now!" he yelled into the group chat.
But the neighborhood was already filled with agonized screams, sending shivers down their spines.
"Boss, Building Three! Someone's in Building Three! They've killed all our men and are heading toward Building Two!"
Mo Han frantically asked, "How many? How many of them are there!?"
"Only one, but we're no match for… ah!" The underling's voice was cut short.
Mo Han had assumed it was a group, but it was just one person. "Brothers, don't let one person scare you! They've killed our men. We can't let this slide. The supplies are probably in their place!"
"Kill them!"
"Eliminate them!"
Mo Han looked at the bloodthirsty men, his fear dissipating. He barked into the group chat, "Everyone, head to Building Two!"
After putting on their shoe covers and cautiously approaching Building Two, they heard screams from inside, which only fueled their adrenaline.
"Brothers, don't be afraid!" Mo Han tried to steady their nerves as they carefully entered Building Two.
He opened his phone and whispered, "Hey, what's the situation in Building Two?"
Half a minute passed, and the group chat remained silent.
"Hey! Knife! Cai Ji! Monk! Hey! Are all of you dead? Somebody say something!"
But no one replied in the WeChat group. Mo Han's lip began to tremble as he stared at the door, too afraid to touch it.
Suddenly, a man burst through the emergency exit door, howling in pain.
"Cai Ji, where did you… go…" Mo Han's voice trailed off as he noticed Cai Ji's legs were missing. He was crawling on his hands, two trails of blood staining the floor.
Cai Ji mumbled deliriously as he crawled, "They're all dead… all dead… everyone's dead… the devil… I want to go home… I want to go home…"