Feeding people to zombies, now theyâre cannibalizing!
This has gone beyond a mere cult.
Even if not for Old Qin and the others, Li Yu had made up his mind to eradicate this church, root and branch.
Exterminate!
In that instant, Li Yu, who had previously held a spectatorâs amusement, suddenly became solemn.
The murderous intent in his eyes could no longer be contained.
Affected by Li Yu, the seriousness spread to the faces of those behind him.
Old Qinâs comrade was Uncle Qin.
Uncle Qinâs friends had been eaten by these people.
This matter made Li Yu very angry.
Li Yu rarely got this furious.
Because anger might make him do some horrific things.
But at this moment, Li Yu felt that no horror could vent the discomfort inside him.
What on earth has happened to this post-apocalyptic world?
What on earth has happened to people?
Why do those clearly guilty believe they arenât the sinful ones but instead represent the side of justice and light?
Good and evil arenât as clear-cut in the minds of the general populace, sometimes indistinguishable.
But in the heart of an individual, sometimes good is evil, and evil is good.
Centering on oneself...
It was like Li Yu had a breath held within him that could not be released.
Perhaps he wasnât a good person either, but he was certain.
Those on the other side deserved to be killed without regret!
Li Yuâs gaze fell upon the Mother of the Unborn and others, as if he was looking at the dead.
At this moment, Li Yu pronounced the sentence for these four hundred or more people.
Certain death!
Killing didnât bring him pleasure, but it didnât bring him guilt either.
It was the same with zombies.
After reaching a pinnacle of rage, Li Yu became blankly calm.
His mind cleared of all thoughts.
Then he turned back to Old Qin and said, "Uncle Qin, do you know where their headquarters are?"
Old Qin, gritting his teeth, nodded and said, "I know."
Li Yu grunted in acknowledgment, seemingly replying to Old Qin but also muttering to himself, "Good, it seems we wonât be needing any prisoners."
Subsequently, he took out his walkie-talkie and spoke to Li Gang, Old LĂŒ, Li Tie, Dapao, and Old Xie who were ambushed around, "Wait for my command.
Open fire together.
We wonât be needing any prisoners.
I repeat.
We wonât be needing any prisoners."
His voice was loud enough that even the Mother of the Unborn and others on the opposite side heard it.
But Li Yu didnât care, whatâs done was done.
Now, they already had no chance to escape.
Yet, the Mother of the Unborn and her followers still didnât believe they had done anything wrong.
At this time, the Mother of the Unborn spoke again:
"The Unborn Mother produces yin and yang, makes a boy and names it Fu Xi, makes a girl and names it Nuwa.
Saves from the sea of suffering, Mother of the Unborn.
It seems youâre their leader.
I have some advice for you here.
Your heart harbors a demon, you feel anger, you feel sorrow,
all because the demon in your heart is at work.
So you experience all sorts of negative emotions.
If you want real happiness, put down your gun,
only..."
Hearing the Mother of the Unborn spouting more absurd and twisted ideas, Li Yu had lost all patience and had no desire to listen any further.
He raised his gun, aiming at the Mother of the Unborn.
The Mother of the Unborn, on seeing Li Yu raise his gun, showed not a hint of fear and continued, "Youâre being influenced by demons. This way..."
Bang!
"Protect the mother!" Followers around her rushed forward, trying to shield her with their bodies.
But once Li Yu started shooting, he wouldnât stop.
Someone dared to stand in the way of bullets; he really wanted to see if there were more bullets or more people.
Eight shots in quick succession. Those who stepped forward to protect Mother Wusheng were swiftly struck down.
Bang bang bang bang bangïœ
Bodies dropped around Mother Wusheng.
Bang!
A bullet struck Mother Wusheng directly in the forehead.
After killing Mother Wusheng, Li Yu felt some regret; he shouldnât have let her die so quickly, before making her suffer.
So he said to Uncle Qin with some regret, "Sorry, Uncle Qin, I was too hasty just now and let her off easy. Mainly, I didnât want to listen to her yapping anymore."
Uncle Qin said with a face full of satisfaction, "Itâs fine, good that sheâs dead."
Li Yu nodded and then fired a shot into the sky.
In his mind, if he had determined someone was an enemy, under absolute firepower, he might engage in some talk to gather information.
Once the enemy had no value left, he would take care of them immediately.
This principle wasnât learned after the apocalypse.
But rather, learned during the peaceful times before the pre-apocalyptic rebirth, from watching various TV dramas and movies.
In these dramas, thereâs always a scene where the hero talks too much, and then the villain turns the tables.
Since he knew this pitfall, he couldnât afford to make that mistake.
Li Yu always reminded himself of this issue.
First, take the initiative, then ask questions.
Once there are no questions left, kill directly.
No mercy of a gentlewoman.
No hesitation to be ruthless.
No feelings of guilt.
Even if there are any, convince yourself not to have them.
Li Yu was good at persuading himself.
So he never had feelings of remorse or guilt.
Hearing Li Yuâs signal, the people behind him raised their guns and sprayed bullets.
And on both sides of this street, gunshots rang out simultaneously.
The followers were somewhat dazed at this time.
Especially after seeing Mother Wusheng killed with one shot, some seemed to have their worldview collapse.
No resistance was offered; instead, they clasped their hands together and shouted towards the sky: "Mother Wusheng is eternal, Mother Wusheng will be resurrected."
But no matter how many times they shouted, Mother Wushengâs corpse remained motionless.
Seeing this scene, some of the followers started to crumble.
Some followers, struck by death and bullets, suddenly came to their senses and raised their hands begging for mercy:
"I was coerced, I was deceived, I am also an innocent victim, donât kill me. Donât kill me."
"It was all Mother Wushengâs fault; we were forced."
"Please donât kill me, I still have an eighty-year-old mother to take care of."
...
Apart from pleas for mercy, there are also those cursing Mother Wusheng:
"Mother Wusheng the fraudster."
"Mother Wusheng, may you have more than death to answer for, oh heavens, I curse her to go to Hell!"
"Stupid old hag. Led me to my death!"
...
Among them, there were also many of Mother Wushengâs diehard followers who, even with Mother Wushengâs corpse right there, believed she was still alive.
Transformed into the air, helping them.
So they charged forward bravely without fear of death, wielding Long Knives.
But this was like trying to halt a car with an arm of straw.
It was futile.
This was a battle of disparate strengths.
With every gunshot, a follower died.
Even though some begged for mercy, no one ceased firing.
Li Yuâs order was very clear just now:
No survivors.
Therefore, they would resolutely carry out this command.
On the high buildings, Dapao and Old Xie were specifically sniping those muddying the waters trying to escape.
The siege was tightening.
The pleas for mercy became fewer.
Until the end, on the open ground, no one else stood except for Li Yuâs people.
Li Yu slowly lowered his gun, and uttered two words heavily: "Finish them off!"