Old Qin nodded upon hearing this, his eyes coveting the guns held by Li Yu and his companions. If he had those tools, he wouldn't need to fear those without life.
But he couldn't just ask for them; this was the apocalypse.
They had already helped so much, and now they were even leading him to find people. They were more than generous already.
He couldn't shamelessly make such a request.
After getting out of the car, the surroundings were eerily silent as if no one was around.
Li Yu became very alert, not daring to be careless.
Even though just now they saw that those without life had no guns, it's very likely that the people at this headquarters would be unarmed as well.
Still, it is always best to err on the side of caution.
The group assumed a combat-ready stance, observing the surroundings.
Old Qin, walking at the front, opened his mouth and said, "I only know their headquarters is somewhere around here. I've never been inside, though."
Li Yu thought for a moment, then said to Yang Tianlong, "Tianlong, you take four people and guard the surroundings. Don't let anyone leave."
Yang Tianlong nodded and replied, "Okay."
After sorting this out, Li Yu then said to Uncle Qin, "Uncle Qin, let's go in and have a look, the sooner the better."
Old Qin nodded and then walked straight into the house.
Inside the house, windows tightly shut, a damp, chilly sensation struck them.
It was pitch-black, difficult to see anything.
Everyone turned on their flashlights to light up the way forward.
The house was inexplicably full of a bloody smell, with walls covered with scribbled, nonsensical writings.
All praising the lifelessness of those without life.
Li Yu felt the ground sticky, the shoes sticking.
Li Yu shone his flashlight on the ground, only to see the ground covered with dried blood that had dripped over it.
Unknown how many layers had covered it, the ground was encased in blood.
Li Yu could not help wondering; with so much blood and such a heavy scent, logically many zombies should have been attracted here.
With those people of the lifelessness, it seemed unlikely they could withstand these zombies.
With these doubts, Li Yu slowly walked further into the house.
The house was probably a complex building.
Junior high schools usually have a complex building, with multimedia classrooms upstairs, along with computer rooms and such.
To have turned a complex building into this, Li Yu was impressed.
Without further ado, Li Yu and the others walked another dozen meters forward, reaching a central hall.
Somehow, halls should be bright, but why was this hall so dim too?
They took a few more steps forward and realized that the ceiling of the hall was covered with lots of black cloth.
Everyone felt it was too theatrical here.
But, they hadn't yet seen any person.
Where were the people?
Li Yu thought for a moment and said, "Don't split up to search. This place is too bizarre. Everyone, stay alert."
Everyone responded affirmatively, not daring to wander off.
This place was like a haunted house.
Suddenly, Li Yu heard the sound of dripping water coming from upstairs.
He turned back and said to everyone, "Did you hear the dripping sound?"
Old Qin replied leisurely, "Heard it, but perhaps it's not water."
Everyone remembered what they heard in front of the lathe factory from those without life, something about Zombie Punishment, some kind of sacrificial offering.
Everyone silently speculated.
This bunch of lunatics,
Seeing the state of those people just a moment ago at the lathe factory, thinking that these lunatics might be capable of anything.
"Let's go upstairs and see." Li Yu said.
The group slowly climbed the stairs, each step taken very carefully.
Li Yu noticed Old Qin walking in the front, seemingly in a hurry, and said, "Uncle Qin, be careful."
Old Qin turned back and said, "I know, don't worry."
Their steps were light, very cautious.
In the pitch-black corridor, only their flashlight beams could be seen.
As they ascended, the sound of dripping became clearer.
Suddenly, Old Qin put his index finger to his lips, signaling everyone to stop and keep silent.
The sound of water drops was coming from just behind the door next to Old Qin.
Seeing this, Li Yu gestured towards Third Uncle behind him.
He instructed him to block the other door of this room with a few people.
Third Uncle understood instantly and tiptoed to another door behind.
Such caution wasn't because they feared these people, nor were they overly cautious.
It was just that this place was dark and murky, and if the door was opened later, it would be bad if anyone took advantage of the darkness to escape.
If they say they are going to eliminate all, they won't let any member of the White Lotus Sect escape.
Seeing Third Uncle positioned and signaling a 'ready' stance,
Li Yu extended his fingers, counting down three numbers.
Li Yu kicked the door open forcefully.
Third Uncle also kicked the door open.
Instantly, two flashlights illuminated the room. Li Yu didn't even have time to observe the situation inside as he quickly moved to the right side of the door.
People behind Li Yu surged into the room.
Instantly filled with light.
The scene before them shocked everyone.
Hanging from the ceiling were six or seven corpses, dangling like freshly slaughtered pigs hung upside down by hooks.
Above them was a rail that allowed for the easy movement of the bodies, and at the far right of the bodies was a small platform to facilitate moving the bodies upward.
These bodies, seemingly freshly slaughtered, were still dripping blood.
Beneath each corpse was a basin collecting the blood.
At the other end of the bodies,
there was a huge table with two people standing before it, dressed in butchering attire, bare-chested, holding a large kitchen knife.
That huge table currently had two corpses on it.
Corpses that had been dismembered.
Neatly organized, each part was categorized and placed together.
The eyeballs of that corpse were on the cutting board.
Their eyes wide open, as if watching them.
At that moment, as the door was kicked open and before they could react, the light from Li Yu and others shone over them.
The light was blinding, dazzling the two men so they couldn't see clearly who was coming.
The room was neither big nor small.
Everyone's lights were focused on the two men in the middle.
"Who's there?" One of the men, fat and paunchy, covered in blood, squinted his eyes and asked them.
No one answered him; seemingly everyone was shocked by the scene.
Li Yu also questioned himself; in the five years before he was reborn, he had seen countless miserable and horrifying things.
But scenes where people were butchered like animals, were rare to see.
Looking at the pieces of meat, chunks of bone on the table.
Li Yu felt that Wu Sheng's old mother and others deserved to die.
And next to Li Yu, Uncle Qin was not focusing on those two butchers; instead, his gaze swept over the hanging corpses.
Identifying one by one, to see if there was anyone he recognized.
Relieved to see none, he relaxed a bit.
But just then, he suddenly saw on the floor next to the chopping board.
Ahuang's clothing, along with the watch Ahuang often wore.
Uncle Qin's mind felt like it had been struck by a bell.
He seemed to think of a possibility.
His neck mechanically moved to look at the meat and bones on the chopping board.
But they were too fragmented.
Impossible to distinguish.
Uncle Qin's heart felt as if it was grabbed by a fist.
He saw at the side of the table, at the top,
was Ahuang's head, with no eyeballs left.
The eyeballs were still on the cutting board.
Seeing this scene, Uncle Qin trembled with furious anger.
Rage overwhelming him.
He briskly walked a few steps to those two men.
Completely disregarding the kitchen knives in their hands.
When it's late, then it's fast.
Uncle Qin reached out to snatch the knife.
At the same time, he kicked the other man's knee.
The sound of bones cracking.
With the other hand holding the kitchen knife, he chopped off the arm of the man on the left.
Then swinging the knife handle, he swept it across.
Uncle Qin moved rapidly, as if in an instant completing these actions, which dazzled the onlookers like Li Tie.
Uncle Qin, holding back his murderous rage, lowered his voice, hoarsely asking, "Who did you capture the day before yesterday? Are they still alive?"