There were many people who didn’t even have ti to say goodbye to their family or close friends before they never saw them again.
So people’s last words to their relatives could even be complaints.
Those who survived the apocalypse all carried so degree of psychological damage.
It just hadn’t been triggered in normal tis.
So people couldn’t bear it and would leave the convoy at night to walk into the dark forest.
Chen Ye had seen a few survivors, after everyone fell asleep, walk straight into the pitch-black depths with a dazed expression and never return.
There were too many similar incidents to count.
And now, with Wu Jianshan’s appearance, they suddenly saw relatives and friends they hadn’t seen for a long ti. That unexpected joy was enough to make people ignore a lot of things.
For example, right now, among so many people present, not a single person found this relationship a bit... strange.
“You brat, didn’t expect you to be this girl’s maternal uncle. By that logic, calling uncle shouldn’t be a problem, right? Hahaha...”
Just as the pink-haired girl’s eyes filled with tears, Chen Ye blurted out this line.
“Call uncle, niece, give it a try. Hahahaha...”
“And you, Iron Lion, from now on I’m your Uncle Chen.”
“Ding Dong too, ah… who would’ve thought that today I, Chen Ye, would suddenly be promoted a generation—who knew becoming an elder would be through this relation.”
The pink-haired girl’s expression instantly darkened as she gripped her sword hilt.
Iron Lion, in his simple way, called out, “Uncle Chen!”
Mad Lion angrily snapped, “Iron Lion, are you stupid? You call him just because he told you to?”
Ding Dong’s face went as black as the bottom of a pot in an instant; she once again felt that Chen Ye really deserved a beating.
Chen Ye sensibly chose to stop while he was ahead.
Others might be different, but Sun Xixi, the violent girl, once provoked to anger, would really dare to act.
Still, “uncle” and “niece” between them… does that even count—
Stop imagining, you filthy mind!!!
“Old Wu, hold off on the reunion for now.”
After saying that, Chen Ye walked toward the severed tentacles that had been cut earlier.
Those severed tentacles might well be pri Wonder Materials.
But he found nothing at all.
Chu Che had said before that not every ti you slay an anomaly do you obtain Wonder Materials.
Chen Ye searched a few more tis unwillingly, then sheepishly returned.
Of course, it wasn’t a total loss.
From the fight with the Eight-Limbed Human Face he had gained over six thousand Slaughter Points.
Mainly because the fight with the Eight-Limbed Human Face had not lasted long and his own strikes had been limited, the Slaughter Points he received were limited too.
Counting the remaining four thousand-plus from before, he now had a little over ten thousand Slaughter Points.
Not exactly nothing.
The others clustered around Wu Jianshan and chattered.
It was mostly about what had happened during this ti.
Most of the talking ca from the pink-haired girl; Wu Jianshan smiled without speaking, listening intently.
Chen Ye walked over. “How the hell are you in Rong City? Still living in the city? Aren’t you afraid the city’s anomalies will eat you?”
Chen Ye’s way of addressing Wu Jianshan imdiately changed to “Old Wu.”
By logic, ordinary people shouldn’t be able to live in the city.
Not even Sequence superhumans could do it.
Because anomalies sense the presence of the living and swarm in wave after wave.
Wu Jianshan didn’t mind and directly told Chen Ye the reason.
“I’m a Worship God Sequence user. Our sequence is different from other sequences...”
According to Wu Jianshan’s explanation, one reason he could live in the city was because of his sequence.
Worship God Sequence — the literal aning is worshiping a god.
And the god Wu Jianshan worshiped was actually an anomaly.
Naly, the bewitching woman sitting on the sedan chair behind him.
Wu Jianshan called her the Death God, and he had even ford the Death God Church.
Those ordinary people in cloaks were all worshippers of the Death God Church.
According to Wu Jianshan, the Death God Church already had over seventy mbers.
With the Death God’s protection, they could live in the city without being attacked by other anomalies.
“Chen Ye, Xixi, Ding Dong, Iron Lion—do you want to join the Death God Church? Given your Sequence superhuman identities, I can make you guardians.”
“With the Death God’s protection, you won’t have to keep migrating. You can settle in Rong City. Life would be so much better than before.”
“And with the Death God’s protection, you won’t fear wind or cold.”
“Look at them: in such heavy snow, they’re only wearing cloaks and aren’t cold at all. Their physical resilience has been enhanced.”
“Well? Consider it?”
After a brief overview of the current situation, Wu Jianshan’s first thought was to recruit them into the so-called Death God Church.
Chen Ye followed the direction Wu Jianshan pointed to.
Those ordinary people standing in the snow did indeed look scantily clad.
From their clothing, beneath the cloaks there weren’t bulky coats or sweaters.
And none of them were shivering from the cold.
To claim they were all Sequence superhumans would be impossible, but for ordinary people to withstand such low temperatures and heavy snow while feeling no cold in just a cloak—
It was baffling!
But Chen Ye was naturally cautious and suspicious, and he rely joked, “Old Wu, let’s talk later. We’ve still got things to do now.”
“Maternal uncle, there are still many people ill back at our camp. You live in the city—surely you know where to find pharmacies. Take us there; we need to go back as soon as possible.”
Chen Ye’s reminder jogged the pink-haired girl’s mory about her task.
The sooner they got dicine and returned, the fewer people would die.
“dicine?”
“Yes, maternal uncle...”
Sun Xixi recounted the camp’s situation. To her, since this was her maternal uncle, there was no need to hide the camp’s circumstances.
No one else objected.
Only Chen Ye had a small reservation; to him, Sun Xixi had told this supposed maternal uncle everything about the camp.
This was the apocalypse—just because he claims to be your uncle doesn’t an he hasn’t changed.
But Chen Ye couldn’t say much now.
The others were all excited, relaxed, and trusting after seeing Wu Jianshan.
When Wu Jianshan heard there were dozens more people, his eyes lit up.
Worship God Sequence cultivates through faith.
The more people who join the Death God Church, the stronger the Death God becos, and the stronger he becos; the Church’s followers also benefit.
It’s positive feedback.
With enough people, he could grow ever more powerful.
And there was even a Pathfinder Sequence among them.
Surely the Death God would be pleased.
That fact was extrely important!
“All right, I’ll give you a bottle of Death God Blood Tears. Take it back and dilute it in water; it will cure them. It’s far more effective than those dicines.”
Wu Jianshan took out a transparent glass bottle from his bosom. Inside was a shallow red liquid, crimson like blood.
“This is...”
Wu Jianshan didn’t speak and produced another bottle. Inside this one was a light red potion.
“This is the Death God Blood Tears diluted into a potion.”
Having said that, Wu Jianshan walked over to the survivors from before.
Those survivors weren’t doing well.
The ability the Eight-Limbed Human Face used clearly could absorb large swaths of people’s life force.
These ordinary people had been affected; one after another their faces were pale, so barely able to stand.
A person wearing a black cloak approached carefully, received the light-red potion from Wu Jianshan with reverence, and looked at the potion with fanatic eyes.
As if he were holding not dicine but the most precious treasure in the world.
Around Zhou Xiaoxiao lay scattered supplies. She wore a black short down jacket and down pants below; she looked bulky, but her face was delicately featured with a frighteningly pale complexion.
She had endured a freezing night yesterday and had barely held on.
Coming into the city today to scavenge supplies, she had just ward up a bit but had been drained of much life force by the Eight-Limbed Human Face.
Zhou Xiaoxiao twitched in a sowhat pathological way.
If she couldn’t rest and recuperate properly, she would likely fall seriously ill.
To get seriously ill in the apocalypse ant the end of life.
The man carefully dripped one drop of the red potion into Zhou Xiaoxiao’s mouth.
Her pale face visibly flushed and beca rosy in the blink of an eye.
He placed Zhou Xiaoxiao to the side and then dripped a drop of the red potion into the second person...
All of them regained vitality in a very short ti.
Sun Xixi and the others watched in astonishnt.
“You take this potion back, dilute it, and feed it to those who fell ill. I believe they will recover soon.”
“Forget it. Xixi, Chen Ye, Iron Lion, and Ding Dong—let co back with you.”
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