Song Yan did not force them. "Those who are unwilling to leave, if there are three people or less, take a small pickup. If there are more than three people, take a big pickup, capped at five people, and you can have the vehicle and supplies." Kuai Shu Ge
Everyone stared at the vehicles in a daze.
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
So many supplies, just given away? Who would be so generous?
Some strong individuals were even more disbelieving.
They could have robbed them, but instead, they were giving them away for free.
This feeling of a windfall was great, but they feared it was a poisoned pie.
Song Yan did not force them to take anything.
"If you don't want it, you don't have to. We won't force you. Those willing to stay are also welcome."
"As long as you don't interfere with us, we won't act against you."
"But I must be upfront: if anyone does something outrageous, don't blame me for killing them!"
With several sixth and seventh-tier powerhouses guarding the front, who would dare to act rashly?
Most people were sensible. Some chose the pickups, while others opted for the housing arranged by the community.
Within a few days, most of them had moved out.
Only a few individuals with troubled minds remained stubbornly clinging to the ruins.
Song Yan dispatched people to cordon off the area and make clear markings.
A few people gloated and secretly mocked him.
"Why pretend to be a savior, it's disgusting!"
"Think you're some kind of capitalist from the past? Doing charity for us, we don't buy it!"
"Hmph, there's no free lunch in this world. They sound so good now, but who knows what they'll do later!"
"Maybe they'll take us away and use us for human experiments, like in the movies!"
"Whatever they do, I don't care! I'm staying right here, let's see what they do!"
As they were chattering and preparing to watch the show,
A stream of cyan-blue flames swirled around their living area.
The flames suddenly transformed into a fiery serpent, soaring into the sky.
The scorching heat burned deep fissures into the ground below.
Three-meter-thick cracks divided the ground into several sections.
In the three-meter-wide, three-meter-deep trench, there was only vibrant blue-green liquid.
Song Yan couldn't help but whistle.
"When it comes to temperature, I'm sure I'm higher than you. When it comes to controlling bizarre flame forms, I doubt anyone is better than you."
"Mu Yu, how did you think of turning Netherflame into a liquid? Liquid and flame are inherently incompatible, aren't they?"
Mu Yu smiled.
This technique only appeared in his consciousness sea after reaching the seventh tier.
Netherflame, transformed into liquid, possessed greater destructive power than erupting flames.
It seeped into the target silently, lying in wait.
Song Yan felt a sense of danger and dodged a flying frying pan.
The middle-aged woman caught the returned frying pan and cursed.
"What the hell are you doing at someone's doorstep?"
"Heh, you sounded so good a few days ago, but you still attacked us!"
"You're all the same! Go to hell, you!"
Ya Tou exuded a chilling aura, but Mu Yu stopped her.
Mu Yu smiled, "My Netherflame only demarcated our territory. Your land wasn't touched at all. Is there a problem?"
Mu Yu not only left them a considerable amount of space but also provided an entrance and exit.
Hadn't he done enough?
The middle-aged woman should have been grateful to him.
To his surprise, instead of gratitude, she unleashed a torrent of insults.
"Who do you think you are, bossing us around?"
"I was living here when you were still in your mother's womb! Not even a tadpole, and now you're so full of yourself, daring to challenge me?"
"You don't even know who I am! Who have I ever been afraid of! You can call the zombies, and I guarantee I won't even blink before taking them all down."
Mu Yu thought for a moment.
Despite feeling helpless, he decided to humor her.
"Luo Hua, can you help? A little bit of communication."
Luo Hua quickly put down his work and concentrated his will.
The middle-aged woman glared for over ten minutes, but nothing appeared.
She began to feel smug. "Hmph, I thought you were so powerful, but you're just like this."
"Look at yourselves, what seventh-tier? I think you're no different from third-tier, all bluster and no substance. Is it worth it?"
"Don't let these people fool you!"
Her rant grew more animated. She jabbered on for over ten minutes.
Mu Yu grew tired of listening and led his companions to other tasks.
Just as Mu Yu turned away, screams erupted from behind.
A woman was frantically scrambling into the ruins.
"Zombies are coming! There are zombies!"
The middle-aged woman stood her ground fearlessly, rolling up her sleeves, ready to show her prowess.
But as she clearly saw the number of zombies ahead, her face turned to stone.
"Wh-why are there so many? Oh gods, help me, quick, help!"
Over sixty zombies, including third and second-tier ones.
While their levels weren't high, their numbers were overwhelming.
The original inhabitants immediately retreated into their safe houses.
The middle-aged woman ran back, trying to open the door to the underground safe house.
But someone inside grabbed her and locked it.
"Open the door! Quick, open the door! I haven't gotten back yet!"
"Sister-in-law, don't talk nonsense, what if you attract the zombies? You still have two little nephews to live for!"
"Yes, Mom, your grandson is still here, do you want your grandson to die?"
"I told you we should have agreed to them. At least we could have gotten a pickup truck full of grain. Now look! We're all trapped here to die!"
The man immediately slapped the woman.
"Shut up! If you attract more zombies, I'll push you out!"
The woman immediately fell silent and huddled with her son in the deepest part.
The middle-aged woman pounded on the safe door alone.
Crying and cursing.
"You ungrateful brats, I'm your own mother!"
"The zombies are coming, let me in, quick, let me in!~"
"It's over, ah!"
The middle-aged woman screamed as a zombie broke through and rushed at her.
It clamped its teeth into her neck.
Immediately after, several more zombies swarmed her, biting her arms.
Within three minutes, the middle-aged woman could no longer stand, her screams echoing through the sky.
Ya Tou said sarcastically, "The river of Netherflame blocked most of the zombies. Only less than fifteen could pass through the channel. If they had fought properly, it would have been easy to deal with them."
"At the critical moment, it's the knives in the back that hurt the most!"
"Serves her right!"
Mu Yu chuckled, "I thought her frying pan flew so well, I assumed she was a hidden power user."
Song Yan: "You're overthinking it. Her level was just too low, she didn't feel it."
First-tier, just a tad stronger than an ordinary athlete.
Consider her a… semi-elite athlete.
The middle-aged woman was almost fully consumed, leaving only a pile of bones and innards, with no intact skin on her face.
Luo Hua pursed his lips, "Brother Mu Yu, did I go too far?"