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As Chen Mo drew near, the man suddenly leapt to his feet with a ferocious expression!
With a sinister laugh and a murderous roar, he bellowed, "Die!!!"
In an instant, the man's body swelled to several times its size.
His fierce face elongated forward, transforming into the visage of a wolf!
His body sprouted black fur, and his massive frame tore through his clothes.
His hands turned into sharp claws, lunging at Chen Mo!
A Class-C Abilities user, a Werewolf!
Due to being in the isolated Yuze County, the man was merely a first-tier Abilities user.
Chen Mo remained calm, as if he had anticipated this.
Unmoved by the man's transformation, he watched coolly.
"Boom!"
From the ground, molten iron had appeared out of nowhere.
Spikes of iron, sharp as blades, shot up from the earth!
"Pfft!" "Pfft!"
In the span of a single breath, the man leaping through the air was impaled, turning into a porcupine!
The scene was horrifying; the man hung in the air like a statue, rigid.
Blood dripped down the iron spikes in a torrent.
Whoosh—
This sight petrified the group rushing forward with weapons in hand.
Everyone stared in disbelief at the gruesome death before them.
Not a single part of the man's body was left intact.
He remained suspended in midair, his death a spectacle of extreme violence.
"Boss..."
"Is he dead?"
"Clang!" Weapons fell to the ground.
Some trembled uncontrollably, their faces filled with horror as they looked at Chen Mo.
The stench of urine filled the air as the weaker ones nearly fainted from fright.
Chen Mo's eyes were cold as he watched the few before him.
His voice emotionless, he slowly spoke.
"You all..."
"Do you wish to die too?"
"Run..."
"Run!" Someone screamed, bolting away!
Seeing this, the others followed suit, desperately scrambling to escape as if their lives depended on it!
Chen Mo spoke softly.
"Poverty-stricken, leave one alive, kill the rest."
With a roar, Poverty-stricken vanished on the spot, pouncing on those fleeing in all directions!
They were just ordinary people; how could they outrun Poverty-stricken?
"Ahh!!!"
"Don't... don't kill me... I don't want to die!!"
"Spare me! I'll show the way, I'll lead you!"
The scene was chaotic, blood spilled everywhere, as Poverty-stricken slaughtered them.
Soon, it returned, dragging a man who had been scared stiff, his pants soaked through.
"Thud!" The man fell to the ground.
Looking at Chen Mo, he seemed to be staring at a demon.
He began to kowtow frantically.
"Spare me! Spare me!"
"Don't kill me, I know where the mine is! I'll show you the way!"
Chen Mo crouched down, looking at the man who dared not meet his gaze.
He suddenly smiled and said, "Wouldn't it have been better to act like this from the start?"
But to the man, that smile was terrifying.
The man swallowed hard.
His legs wouldn't obey him; he couldn't stand up on the ground.
It wasn't until Poverty-stricken roared at him that he was scared out of his wits and managed to scramble up, driven by a strong will to live.
Just as he tried to stand, his legs gave out, and he collapsed again.
"The mine is not far from here..."
"We have some raw stones from the mine..." the man said, his voice trembling.
Raw stones?
Chen Mo's eyes lit up.
After the apocalypse, the jade from the mines in Yuze County had also undergone changes.
"Where?"
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The man hesitated, then spoke with fear, "In that RV..."
"Show me," Chen Mo said.
Though he didn't understand what Chen Mo intended, the man, driven by immense fear, chose to comply.
Despite numerous fallen weapons nearby, he couldn't muster the will to resist.
Because his legs were utterly powerless.
The man had to crawl over, inch by inch.
Finally reaching the RV, he managed to stand up with the support of the vehicle and went inside.
Chen Mo was in no hurry, sitting down on a bench in front of a pot that was previously there.
In front of him was a pot of stewed meat, boiling and steaming.
Looking at the soft, slightly pale fat in the pot, Chen Mo remained calm and used his Abilities to dissolve the pot.
"Whoosh—" The boiling water and fat fell to the ground.
He had no intention of eating such meat.
Even before his rebirth, when he was starving, he never considered it.
Chen Mo's gaze was distant, lost in thought.
Suddenly!
A scream of agony came from inside the RV!
"Ah!!"
Followed by the sound of blunt objects striking, "Thud, thud."
Poverty-stricken growled lowly beside him.
Chen Mo frowned and looked towards the RV.
***
Inside the RV.
A gaunt woman, disheveled and emaciated, held a gray-brown stone.
Her body was covered in scars, her eyes filled with madness and resentment.
She kept smashing the stone down on the head of a man lying in a pool of blood!
"Die! Die! Die!"
"Thud!" "Thud!"
The man's fate was unknown, his head accumulating bloody wounds.
Perhaps due to her extreme weakness, the woman soon became breathless from the effort, panting heavily.
She suddenly collapsed to the ground, shaking with laughter.
"Heh..."
"Heh heh heh..."
Her hair disheveled, her face and eyes smeared with blood, she leaned against the wall like a ghoul.
"You can't kill him like that," a calm voice suddenly said.
The woman looked towards the RV door.
Seeing the newcomer, she remained slumped against the wall, head down, silent.
Chen Mo glanced at the woman, not saying much.
Just that one look was enough to understand a lot.
In the post-apocalyptic world, there were countless women like her.
The lucky ones became playthings for the powerful.
The unlucky ones ended up like her, toyed with and then possibly turned into emergency rations.
Chen Mo entered the RV.
The man in the blood pool was still clinging to life.
"Swoosh!" The Ghost Knife appeared in his hand, cleanly striking at the heart!
"Argh!" The man on the ground suddenly opened his eyes, letting out a pained grunt.
Life quickly left him.
The woman was too weak to kill him.
She slowly lifted her head, surprised.
Chen Mo gave her a look, not bothering to explain, but walked over and picked up the gray-brown stone.
A flash of black light.
"Crack!"