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"I beg you, please let us go to Ancheng, to find our loved ones there, so we can rest in peace!" The middle-aged man forcefully arranged his hair, covering the decaying parts of his clothing. He dared not have a single wound on his body; any injury would never heal, and he had to be cautious at all times to avoid any damage.
They needed to meet their family with their current appearance to fulfill their final wish.
There were no grand schemes or conspiracies; Zheng Yifan could see that the superpowers within them had been completely overshadowed by the instincts of the Zombies. Their fighting had been reduced to mere instinct.
Compared to Superpowered Individuals, they had lost their most powerful lethality. In a battle against Second-Stage Espers, they would surely perish. However, once they became Zombies, they would be entirely controlled and possess a fearless nature, capable of surviving most injuries.
What pleased the controllers the most was the final means; as long as they could develop the Self-Destruct Potion, it would usher in the era of Zombies. Every ordinary person could become a super bomb—once detonated, it would unleash tremendous destructive power.
No one could stop it!
Several people looked at Zheng Yifan with faces full of despair, only wishing to survive until the end.
"You can leave now. But before you do, you must reveal everything you know!" Zheng Yifan insisted again that they disclose all information.
This was his second time asking this because he needed to understand what lay between Ancheng and the Hope Gathering Place.
Tiger Mouth Gathering Place? This was the first time Zheng Yifan had heard this name. An unknown enemy was the most terrifying; this Gathering Place seemed to align perfectly with the direction in which the Chiyou Tribe had developed, making them enemies of Zheng Yifan.
"Tiger Mouth? That’s a military base from the Post-Apocalypse. We had no idea such a place existed in that mountain valley; it was only after the apocalypse began that soldiers from there came to take us in."
The group shared their experiences, each contributing their part. None of them had joined voluntarily; instead, high-ranking officials from Tiger Mouth Gathering Place sent people to bring them in while they were still in a state of panic. With protectors from humanity during the Post-Apocalypse, they naturally followed these soldiers to the Tiger Mouth base.
Initially, they worked as laborers there, then gradually built houses and walls, eventually developing into what it was now.
There were many of them, and Zheng Yifan listened quietly, carefully analyzing each of their actions.
Gradually, Zheng Yifan finally understood the true nature of this Gathering Place. It was a military base with scientific research capabilities that had existed since the Post-Apocalypse. The military equipment inside was complete, and at the beginning of the apocalypse, they easily eliminated mutated soldiers with powerful firearms. They then began to gather Common Survivors and ultimately consolidated all usable resources. The locations of food warehouses surrounding the area were fully marked on their strategic map, and a large amount of supplies was transported to the Tiger Mouth Military Base. In fact, food had already piled up like a mountain.
What appeared before Zheng Yifan was a military base that had been scheming since the Post-Apocalypse, equipped with various facilities and laboratories, including a Biological Laboratory. They had prepared for powerful combat capabilities even before the apocalypse struck. The people inside were even aware of the existence of Superpowered Individuals.
Perhaps the government in the Post-Apocalypse had already learned from historical data that ordinary people could not access that the Second Vitality Era would soon arrive. They did not know the exact timing but were prepared nonetheless. The surrounding food bases were entirely set up for this military base, which possessed all kinds of combat supplies.
However, this was not what caught Zheng Yifan's attention; it was something that had previously gone unnoticed.
For instance, the Tiger Mouth Military Base had already begun large-scale conscription and had launched plans to seize Jiang.
Seizing Jiang sounded simple, but at that moment, Zheng Yifan felt a buzzing in his mind as he stared intently at the few people in front of him.
Crossing Jiang was originally a straightforward matter; to enter Jiang in large numbers, they would have to go through the Jiang Grand Bridge. On the other side of the Jiang Grand Bridge was Hope Gathering Place, which was Zheng Yifan's true stronghold.
The people from Tiger Mouth Military Base actually harbored such grand ambitions, wanting to occupy all of South of the River. They were desperately expanding outward, and Zheng Yifan was most puzzled about how they planned to execute such an audacious scheme given the numerous cities between Ancheng and Hope Gathering Place, including several Large Cities.
“How did you get here? The Tiger Mouth Military Base is several hundred miles away from here, right?” Zheng Yifan finally voiced his confusion.
“Getting here? It's easy! There are Post-Apocalypse vehicles at Tiger Mouth Military Base. As long as you draw some strange symbols on them, they can move. The distance in between is not an issue; we dealt with those ordinary Zombies on the way, and we cleared out old cars from the roads. There weren't many Zombies on the highways to begin with, so it was easy to connect everything. However, we definitely cannot march in large numbers. Therefore, seizing Jiang Grand Bridge will likely require several hard battles; we need to capture some towns before we can truly occupy Jiang Grand Bridge,” explained the middle-aged man slowly to Zheng Yifan.
With this information, half of Zheng Yifan's worries were alleviated. As long as they were given time, he could return safely. Since the highways had been cleared, he could use vehicles to bring others back. As for where to find those vehicles—wasn't it right in front of him?
"Alright! You have nothing to worry about now; you are free to go. Just know that I don't want you causing any trouble in Ancheng. Also, hurry up and clean yourselves; spray on some perfume. Otherwise, the smell coming from you will be unbearable!" Zheng Yifan pointed at them, indicating the small amount of green Zombie Fluid oozing from their bodies, the stench almost intolerable.
That liquid was a secretion from their bodies, a representation of death.
"It's fine; we've gotten used to it. We constantly leak this stuff, and as long as the fluid keeps flowing, our lives will continue," one of them said with a self-deprecating glance at his own body.
Yet their eyes were filled with despair.
Yes, they were about to die. They only wanted to fulfill their last wish before that—seeing their loved ones one last time.
"Let's go!" Zheng Yifan turned and waved his hand, urging them to leave quickly. Out of sight, out of mind; otherwise, he might really consider eliminating them since they were all unstable factors.
The arrival of a group of Second-Stage Espers in Ancheng had undoubtedly brought about surprising changes. However, Zheng Yifan ultimately let them go—not just out of compassion but because he wanted more Survivors to see their families.
They needed their loved ones. They needed that one word of care.
Besides, these people wouldn’t live long anyway; there was no need to be overly demanding.
With his eyes closed, Zheng Yifan waited for about ten seconds before suddenly recalling something puzzling. "You’ve traveled quite a distance! You've cleared Zombies and highways along the way—how long did it take you?"
Although Zheng Yifan posed it as a question, he felt as if he had suddenly figured something out: the time difference. These people had been away from Tiger Mouth for quite some time—at least a week. A week! There could have been unforeseen changes.
"We? It took us about half a month. We lost around twenty people on the way before we got here!" The middle-aged man turned back and smiled sheepishly.
Zheng Yifan felt his blood run cold. In just half a month, the situation could have changed drastically; they might have already captured several towns and crossed the river, and it was even possible that they were currently attacking the Hope Gathering Place.
"How many soldiers from Tiger Mouth are truly invading? What is their strength?" Zheng Yifan shouted angrily, the unsettling feeling in his heart growing stronger.
"All the soldiers from Tiger Mouth are involved in this plan. They've even employed several hidden new technologies, making them incredibly powerful. Capturing a city is definitely not a problem; it’s just that it will take some time," the middle-aged man replied, looking at Zheng Yifan with confusion, unsure of what was troubling him.
It was important to note that there were several hundred miles between here and Ancheng, making any connection between the two places unlikely. Yet, this fellow before him clearly seemed worried about the battles near Jiang Grand Bridge.
Realizing he should keep quiet after a moment of contemplation, he finally spoke up: "I once overheard a drunken employee from the development department mention that they plan to modify missiles from the Post-Apocalypse era and use modified vehicles to transport Floating Ships. They don’t actually need to cross Jiang Grand Bridge; they can go directly across the river."
Those words sent Zheng Yifan's fear spiraling out of control. Without the river's natural defenses, the Hope Gathering Place would be in even greater danger.
At that moment, all Zheng Yifan wanted was to sprout wings and fly back to the Hope Gathering Place. No matter what happened with Ancheng's Essence Fruit, he had stored over ten thousand bottles of A-Level Essence—enough to inject a powerful source of strength into the Hope Gathering Place. With these Essences and his own strength, he could return to Hope Gathering Place and ensure its survival.
Otherwise, facing the crazed soldiers from Tiger Mouth Military Base, he truly didn’t know if he could survive.
If all their soldiers attacked Hope Gathering Place, the Ming Commoners would join the fight as well. All civilians would use their equipment and take their potions, gaining Second Tier Zombie strength. Although it could only last for a short time, half a month was more than enough! In that time, they could wipe out Hope Gathering Place completely, leaving Zheng Yifan's entire foundation hanging by a thread.
A sense of despair seemed to spread through him as Zheng Yifan looked up, racking his brain for a solution. He remembered that he had ways to overcome difficulties; surely he had forgotten something or overlooked an important detail! (To be continued)
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