Back to the Apocalypse

Chapter 92

Bai Jing and Xiao Sa left silently without drawing any attention to themselves. It wasn't that they didn't want to help or felt no sympathy when faced with this group of miserable soldiers, but they knew better. In the current world, it was pointless to discuss whether or not people were still alive in their hometown. Based solely on the current situation, even if they had the heart to care, they were afraid that it would be useless. They might miss their hometown or yearn for their relatives, but everything that had been lost would never return.

Men didn't cry lightly, but they had reached the point of broken-hearted despair!

Not far away, the sounds of shouting and killing shook the sky. The crows seemed to be everywhere as they spread gradually through the sky. Bai Jing could easily tell that these mutant birds were different from zombie birds; they were more aware, flew faster, and their sharp teeth glinted with a cold light that was even more obvious when contrasted against their inky black feathers.

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"Don't think about it too much." Xiao Sa spoke indifferently. His tone was not meant to be comforting. It was an expressionless, flat statement.

Bai Jing laughed at himself. He understood very clearly what Xiao Sa meant. In fact, he was really making a fuss about nothing. If he didn't have his space or his powers, he would probably have been the same as in his previous life, where he didn't even have enough to eat. At that time, he probably wouldn't be in the mood to concern himself over the lives or deaths of other people. Still, he couldn't understand; in his past life, mass mutant animal attacks had only taken place two years from now. How had this event moved ahead by so much in this life? Could it be due to the butterfly effect from his rebirth?

When his thoughts reached this point, he couldn't help but think about the meteorite in his space, as well as all sorts of other changes that had occurred after his rebirth, trying to find any clues that might explain these unreasonable changes.

He didn't have time to think too much. Yan Gang had already brought his people with him and retreated to the Falling Wind Canyon. Bai Jing looked on from far away, and there was no sadness or joy in his heart. Should he call it a comedy of errors, or should he ridicule Yan Gang for suffering from a small oversight after putting in the most careful consideration? There was a road for him that led up to heaven, but he just had to break his way into hell; the place that Yan Gang had retreated to was precisely where Zhang Qiucheng had laid his traps.

Xiao Sa's face was expressionless as he brought out a black device from his chest. His finger rested on it, then accurately moved to the red button. His finger moved gently, pressing down...

At that moment, Bai Jing closed his eyes and listened to the explosion in the distance. He was very clear on how many innocent lives had been sacrificed. In fact, he really wasn't ruthless enough. He had originally thought that after going through his previous life, his heart had already frozen and become as cold as steel, but it still hurt unbearably when he saw this scene of wailing and despair. Compared to human beings, zombies were still their biggest enemy. Perhaps, this was the real human grief; wherever there were people, there would be conflict. He could be wise and unemotional when it came to making decisions for small matters, but when it came to large scale affairs that involved thousands of people, Bai Jing discovered that his awareness was still not deep enough.

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Upon hearing the noise and screams in the distance, Xiao Sa pulled Bai Jing with him as they quickly departed. This was the law of the jungle where only the fittest survived. He didn't feel any pity that the people who had followed Yan Gang were dead. Perhaps this army would be able to survive much longer now that they had lost their leader. At the very least, they would not be sacrificed in vain just to shield certain people in power.