Wow, this rough-around-the-edges pregnant wife is something else, she's incredibly ruthless!

The people, bound together, were dragged along the road by Meng Tong using his supernatural powers, heading towards the house where cheers were coming from.

As luck would have it, it was the home of Zhang, a grain merchant.

There were even more people here than at the government office. Listening to the pitiful screams inside and the stench of blood in the air, Meng Tong didn't even need to imagine how terrible it was.

Dragging the throng of people towards the mansion, they saw no good place to look around; even the pond in the courtyard had corpses floating on it.

Arriving at the place where the largest crowd had gathered, it was an open space that had previously been used by the Zhang family to store grain, and it was surrounded by walls.

Standing in the shadows outside the wall, Meng Tong used his supernatural power to lift the people up and then, like drying plums, lined them up against the wall.

The people inside were so engrossed in their violence that they didn't notice the changes on the wall, and since it was nighttime and there was moonlight, the distance made it difficult to see clearly.

Sitting on a crooked tree outside the wall, Lu Chuan held Meng Tong's waist tightly with his left hand. The two of them watched the scene inside like spectators, while the string of people clinging to the wall slowly rose into the air.

In the darkness, the string of people in the air looked like ghosts from hell, hanging upside down, their blood gushing from their necks and raining down on the ground as the blindfolded crowd reveling.

"What's that smell? It's going to rain."

"Wait, why is it hot and a little sticky?"

"This is...this is blood."

Looking up in confusion, they saw bulging eyeballs and hot blood dripping onto their faces. Some of the more timid ones were so frightened that they knelt on the ground, begging for mercy, "Ghosts! Let me go! Let me go! I didn't do anything wrong, they forced me to..."

"Ahhh! Help! A ghost!"

The crowd of hundreds began to descend into chaos, with some people running toward the small house on the right. A few seconds later, a shirtless man emerged from the house.

The man was tall and burly, with a full beard and red eyes that exuded a sense of intimidation.

This is the "Brother Zhan" they're talking about—Zhan Tao.

A deserter on the battlefield, relying on his strength and experience in battle, had wicked thoughts on his escape route.

He conspired with a group of scoundrels to commit murder and robbery on their escape route, while simultaneously brainwashing capable and physically strong men.

Just like he said, in chaotic times, only those with strong fists can survive.

As he continued to grow in number and his killing prowess increased, this is why the northward migration of refugees slowed down.

They are the embodiment of the devil. Having tasted the meat, they abandoned the cured meat in the storehouse and turned their fangs towards defenseless women, children, and even men.

Once the demons in your heart break free of their restraints, they can never go back; they will only sink deeper and deeper, becoming puppets of evil.

Zhan Tao glared menacingly at the trembling man before him, then kicked him squarely in the chest.

He muttered curses under his breath, "If you dare to spread these lies again, I'll kill you."

"Boss, it's true! You, you have to go and see! Ghosts are really falling from the sky, and it's raining blood...it's all hot..."

Clutching his chest, the man got up, his face pale and covered in cold sweat. His lips trembled as he began to pray.

As a former soldier, Zhan Tao didn't believe it. He pulled up his trousers and said angrily, "You'd better pray you're telling the truth, otherwise..."

The dagger in his hand gleamed coldly in the moonlight, and the kneeling man quickly kowtowed, saying, "It's true, it's really true."

Stepping outside, Zhan Tao rounded a wall and saw the dark shadow hanging upside down in the air. His heart clenched, and a few traces of fear surfaced in his mind.

Gripping the dagger tightly, Zhan Tao ran over in a few steps. Then, looking up at the blood flowing down, he gently caught it with his hand. The sticky, cold touch sent chills down his spine, and his legs began to tremble.

Zhan Tao's pupils constricted as he shouted angrily, "Pack your things and get out of here!"

“Pockmarked guy, Blackie, Sixth Brother…”

After calling several names without getting a response, Zhan Tao realized that the once bustling open space was now deserted, with only the crackling of the pile of firewood and a faint smell of burnt meat.

He looked up blankly again, and the blood rained down even more heavily. The hot, sticky sensation covered his entire face. Zhan Tao opened his mouth slightly, wanting to scream, but the column of blood above his head poured directly into his mouth.

Don't you like the taste of blood? Then try some of your own family's blood first.

Watching this scene with a blank expression, Meng Tong raised his hand and used his supernatural power to entangle Zhan Tao, who was kneeling on the ground, and then slowly lifted him up.

Don’t you like excitement?

Hundreds of people hanging upside down with their bulging eyeballs, their ferocious expressions are quite shocking, aren't they!

There's also so-called "nectar of the gods" to drink!

"No...well."

His wide-open eyes were covered by blood, and the blood that had been poured into his mouth was choking him. Zhan Tao felt like he was in hell.

Even now, he feels no remorse whatsoever.

Meng Tong sat on the tree watching all this, his eyes flashing with icy coldness. Then he took out the wooden planks from his spatial storage and piled them on the ground.

The string of people hanging upside down suddenly fell, and Zhan Tao, who was about to faint, was almost crushed to death.

But... it's not that easy.

The people were transferred to the wooden board, and with the help of a fire and their supernatural abilities, they instantly burst into flames as if they had exploded.

"Ahhh, help!"

"It hurts!"

"help me."

The people who had been unconscious suddenly woke up. The burning flames made them scream. Some of them began to writhe and howl like maggots, their mouths filled with their last cries for help. Others cried out to the gods to let them go.

Zhan Tao, forced to kneel in the pool of blood, watched this scene unfold, listening to the roars from all directions, and seeing familiar faces reaching out to him for help.

"Ah ah ah."

With a deafening roar, Zhan Tao's mental defenses shattered.

The iron net that had been slowly woven was shattered in an instant, and what followed was the five-fingered mountain of morality, which pressed down on him until he could not breathe and could only die in despair and regret.

This is far from enough.

He channeled his supernatural power, using the whip that had bound Zhan Tao to hurtle towards the flames. The intense heat caused him to scream in agony.

Wouldn't it be better to experience it together?

She was too lazy to light another fire just to burn him.

Tonight, the raging fire soared into the sky, and the agonizing roars could be heard even by the people who had taken refuge in the mountains.

Standing at the entrance of the town, Lu Chuan and the fifty-odd people behind him all looked towards the firelight. A man standing next to Lu Chuan asked in a low voice, "Is she alright?"

"It's alright." Turning his gaze away, Lu Chuan looked at the fifty-odd people who were barely recognizable as humans and said, "You're all safe now. Those who need to escape should leave as soon as possible!"

"And you!" said Niu Fang, the woman who had asked Meng Tong the question earlier. "We want to follow you and your wife, and from now on..."

“No need,” Lu Chuan refused. “Whether you want to leave or stay is your business.”

"gone."

Without waiting for a response, Lu Chuan strode towards the Zhang residence. Several people tried to follow, but Niu Fang and a few other rational men stopped them.

"Let's go into the mountains!"