184: They can also feed chickens and horses and shovel horse manure. How lucky they are!

The escaping Deng Kui was surrounded by a group of doctors and experts dressed in tattered clothes. "What are you doing? Do you no longer care about your families' lives?"

Deng Kui retreated, pulling out a dagger and warily watching his surroundings. He never dreamed that these doctors and experts, who were usually scared to death of him, would now all be holding scalpels with fierce, malicious expressions as if they wanted to eat him alive, rapidly closing in on him.

"You beast, give me back my son's life!"

"I want revenge for my tragically murdered daughter; she was only six years old!"

"Finally, this day has come. Grandson, Grandpa is going to avenge you now, and then I'll go down to join you."

"Ah— Kill him— Chop him up—"

All the white-clothed figures raised their scalpels and rushed at Deng Kui like madmen, stabbing him again and again, venting all the hatred they had accumulated over these days. It seemed as though this would allow their children to rest in peace below, and as though their own souls could find redemption— "Ah, beast, beast, beast—"

Those people went mad, crying, shouting, feeling joyful and relieved.

Deng Kui had long since been hacked beyond recognition. His fashionable coat hung in tatters on his body as the sharp scalpels sliced into him repeatedly. Every cut was deep enough to see bone, every cut was the pleasure of a relative's revenge, and every cut was a redemption for their own souls.

It was this beast who had turned these white-clad angels, meant to save lives and heal the wounded, into the executioners of survivors struggling in this Apocalypse. Every minute and every second, they suffered the scorching of their souls, yet they were forced to commit such bestial acts.

They deserved to die, but Deng Kui deserved it even more. Now, finally, the cycle of karma had turned, and someone more powerful had come to deal with this beast. It was truly gratifying.

Deng Kui had long been unable to move. He was held up by his collar by three people in white coats, hanging in mid-air as he was stabbed repeatedly by the crowd for at least seven or eight minutes.

But it didn't matter; he had killed so many people that he had already gotten his money's worth.

Among these commoners, several had been killed by him because he was young, strong, and had some martial arts skills, leaving these commoners with no room to fight back.

It was just—dying like this—he was so unwilling.

Originally, he had developed human experimentation so that he could obtain some kind of Supernatural Ability, gaining a heaven-defying power that ordinary people could not possess. That way, he could be the sole power, doing whatever he wanted and ruling the world.

He wanted to ensure that nothing in this world could ever bind him again, that neither cold weapons nor firearms could do anything to him. But when he saw the test subjects suffering immense pain and dying one after another, he became afraid.

He was afraid of failure, afraid that he too would lose his life.

It wasn't until a week ago, when One Black and One White successfully fused the zombie virus with gene-modifying drugs and developed Supernatural Abilities, that he saw hope. It reignited his aspirations.

He immediately ordered an increase in the intensity of the experiments, kidnapping more and more teenagers for testing to quickly develop a Supernatural Ability drug suitable for him without side effects. He felt he was about to become the master of a unified world— "Ah!" He regretted it. He should have injected the drug, he should have tried. Perhaps the ones possessing powerful Supernatural Abilities now wouldn't be those two useless pieces of trash, One Black and One White, but him.

Finally, Deng Kui used all his strength to roar out his resentment and his short life before closing his eyes.

Puchi! His eyes, which had just closed, were stabbed by a knife. The sharp, intense pain brought him back to life, but his eyes could no longer see; there was only darkness before him. Was he really going to die this time?

"You commoners—even if I become a ghost, I won't let you off—Ah!"

He thought it would end like this, that he could finally die and go to the Nine Nether Hell to settle accounts with Yama. But someone refused to let him die. He clearly heard the sound of the scalpel entering his flesh—soon, there was also the sound of internal organs being torn. After that, what else was there?

He could no longer feel or hear anything.

"Die." With one final strike, someone finally sent him to the afterlife.

Throughout the process, more and more people gathered around. Every face was filled with extreme excitement, watching and listening to the thrill brought by Deng Kui's screams. Each of his cries stimulated their nerves, and the pleasure of revenge brought them physical and mental satisfaction.

But their children would never come back to life.

Meanwhile, Si Nan and Luo Sen had entered the laboratory while those people were brutalizing Deng Kui. They destroyed all experimental data as well as several children who had become half-human, half-zombie due to the zombie virus injections. They were already failures, locked in cages and appearing grotesque.

The moment they saw her and Luo Sen, these children, who had no soul or consciousness, began to attack them. Their gaping maws were filled with sharp, poisonous barbs; these were no longer zombies, but monsters even more terrifying than zombies.

If these failed monster subjects escaped, they would be more terrifying than the millions of zombies outside. Luo Sen set the laboratory on fire.

When they came out, they were met by the three teenagers they had rescued. The only difference was that the three boys were now covered in blood, clearly having just fought a battle.

With a thud, the three teenagers knelt before Si Nan and Luo Sen, crying and pleading with Si Nan, "Sister, please take us in and teach us martial arts. When we just went back, our families were killed by the families of those two Ability Users, One Black and One White.

We have no relatives left and nothing to hold onto. We only ask to follow Sister, learn some skills to survive, and we will do anything."

The three of them were even younger than Ma Bufan and Guan Xiaoning. The oldest was only fourteen, and the youngest was likely only ten. These half-grown children were now trembling all over; they were afraid Si Nan wouldn't want them, and if so, their only path here would truly be death. They were also frightened because they had just killed so many people to avenge their families.

The three half-grown children remained kneeling, prostrating themselves and crying heart-wrenchingly.

Si Nan frowned as she looked at them, watching their tears fall drop by drop onto the ground. It wasn't that she was cold-hearted, but she truly didn't want to take them. Without Luo Sen by her side, she found it difficult to move even a step when going out, so what could she possibly give them?

She only had a relatively safe house and a luxury villa she had seized, but she had been attacked three times recently, and the ground had been blasted full of craters. There was no guarantee that one day someone with even more powerful weapons wouldn't come and blow her to bits along with everyone else.

"You?" she hesitated.

"Take them in." Luo Sen spoke up.

"—"

Si Nan turned her head to look at him in surprise.

Luo Sen smiled and said, "There aren't enough people to feed the chickens, feed the horses, and shovel the horse manure."

Si Nan: "—"

Hearing this, the three teenagers widened their eyes in surprise and quickly kowtowed. "We are willing to feed chickens, raise ducks, and shovel horse manure!"

Oh my god, oh my god! There are actually live chickens and horses in this day and age? They can even feed chickens, feed horses, and shovel horse manure—just how big must Sister Nan's home be? How happy!