I Reincarnated During the Apocalypse and Killed My Enemies

Upon hearing this, someone immediately countered, “The High Priest is not a fraud! He is the chosen one! He can control the elements and is a servant of the gods, sent by the divine to save us!”

“No salvation here,” Man Yu muttered. She didn’t want to talk anymore. This place seemed to have been an isolated village in the past.

Fu Shinan furrowed her brows. At that time, she had been too focused on rescuing everyone and hadn’t taken the girl with her. If that girl were to return…

Ji Zan also thought of this and glanced at Fu Shinan.

However, MO Cheng spoke up, “Brother Ji, how should we deal with these people?” After going through so much, he wasn’t a naive youngster anymore. There was a coldness in his eyes when he mentioned “dealing,” which implied killing.

Professor Feng immediately intervened, “No, they are innocent. They have been completely deceived and have no knowledge of what has been happening outside. If anyone needs to be dealt with, it should be that High Priest.”

Just then, in the distance, the sound of a horn blowing suddenly reached their ears, and the faces of the captured people lit up with joy.

Fu Shinan noticed that their expressions were off and immediately asked,

“They’ve sent reinforcements. What should we do?”

“Let’s get out of here first,” Ji Zan said and headed towards the Misty Forest, paying no attention to the captured individuals. He continued, “Hold hands, everyone, and don’t let go. In the Misty Forest, you might see people around you turning into different things, but don’t let go; it’s all an illusion.”

Everyone quickly joined hands, with Xiao Chang’an leading the way and guiding everyone on the route. However, Xia Dong and MO Cheng also took some of the tribal people with them. After all, they hadn’t gathered enough information, and who knew what tricks the High Priest had up his sleeve. Because Xiao Chang’an had a good memory, and everyone was on high alert, they soon made it out.

Fu Shinan said to Ji Zan, “They’ll probably catch up soon. Let’s go back to the house we were staying in. I strengthened it, and it can withstand them. They’re not zombies; we can hold them off there.”

“Okay.”

With no fuel in their vehicles, escaping was unlikely for now. They had to go with this plan.

After everyone returned, Xia Dong began questioning where they were and who these people were.

After half an hour of “friendly communication,” they finally figured out that this was indeed an isolated tribe called the Changkong Tribe. They had never interacted with outsiders and had their own way of life. They used to live here, with the mist serving as a natural barrier that made it difficult for outsiders to find them. They had been living self-sufficiently until a month ago when the mist suddenly receded, causing panic. They had retreated to the gorge behind the mist.

When some young people went out to investigate and returned, they had lost their sanity and started biting people. The tribe, not knowing what was happening, followed their rules and burned these people to death. Then, the High Priest appeared, talking about a curse and instructing them to select a Holy Maiden every seven days to serve the gods. They also had to capture outsiders for a ritual to lift the curse.

Before Fu Shinan’s group, they had already captured several batches of people, all of whom had been dismembered by the High Priest and then boiled in a large cauldron.

Hearing this, Fu Shinan shuddered with a sense of horror. She remembered the book on human anatomy; there’s clearly something wrong with the High Priest. Was he using the curse as a cover to study human anatomy?

Man Yu shivered as well, muttered a curse about foolishness, and then began taking notes. All of this was excellent material for writing. If she hadn’t witnessed it herself, she couldn’t have imagined such things happening in this day and age.

Before Man Yu could finish writing, footsteps from outside reached their ears.

An elderly man with white eyebrows held a torch and yelled in broken

Mandarin, “Hand over the people quickly, or I’ll set fire to burn you all.”

Fu Shinan couldn’t help but curse quietly, and then she saw many people with ashen faces walking into the courtyard, their expressions devoid of emotion. If one didn’t know any better, it would be hard to tell if they were zombies or not.

Ji Zan turned to Fu Shinan, “Can your defense withstand fire?”

Fu Shinan checked and furrowed her brow, “It can withstand fire, but it can’t block smoke..”