Chapter 89: Solving Aftereffects: Herding Pigs and Sheep

The two of them worked together and quickly turned the last few deformed humans into pigs and sheep.

Watching the ones lying on the ground, merely draped in skin, curl up as their fur healed and transformed into sheep, Emma’s eyes filled with curiosity.

Interesting. I want to learn.

Unfortunately, Louis was very guarded; aside from practicing martial arts with her at Zhenkun Martial Arts Hall, she learned nothing, and had no idea when Louis would ever teach her.

Thinking of this, she gave Louis her signature smile—its meaning was obvious.

Louis rolled his eyes and said offhandedly, “Stop smiling. It’s fake. I won’t teach you this technique. Maybe I’ll teach you something else later, depending on the situation.”

Louis had no intention of casually teaching his techniques. Come on—he hadn’t even perfected his own cultivation yet, hadn’t even unlocked the core inheritance—the Left Path Chapter—so what could he possibly teach others?

And those folk methods were fine—they had little destructive power—but the arcane arts, the witchcraft and poison spells? Those were entirely different. If they spread, trouble would surely follow.

It’s not the time to widely propagate the doctrine.

But Emma was overjoyed—at least Louis said he’d teach her someday.

When? What? Any conditions? Who cared. As long as he was willing to teach, that was enough.

But… is my smile really that fake?

At that moment, screams and gunshots suddenly erupted from outside.

Louis’s gaze sharpened, and he dashed out.

“Waaah!”

A deformed human wearing a red dress and suspenders was firing arrows, each shot striking with tremendous force.

Two other deformed humans held axes, watching David and the others’ car with predatory eyes.

David’s gun roared continuously as he fired at the deformed humans, occasionally ducking to avoid arrows—it was insane. A bunch of seemingly deranged deformed humans were shooting arrows with such ferocity.

But that wasn’t the craziest part. The craziest was that when the deformed humans were shot, they didn’t die—instead, they lay on the ground for a while, then got back up. Remarkable endurance.

David’s forehead was sweating. He felt these deformed humans were incredibly hard to kill—he needed something with a larger caliber. Behind him, Yulencar and Jenny hid behind the car. Yulencar held a pistol, quietly aiming at the head of one deformed human, squinting slightly as if lining up the shot.

At that moment.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three muffled shots rang out. Three deformed humans preparing to charge collapsed, blood gushing from their noses and mouths. Even so, their limbs still writhed, as if trying to crawl back up.

Louis appeared at the doorway and looked at David. “Uncle, it’s fine now!”

Seeing Louis, David finally exhaled in relief, though his gun barrel still pointed at the three deformed humans.

Louis also looked at these three stronger deformed humans—and behind them, a small truck carrying several corpses, plus two living people, apparently being transported here.

Upon closer inspection, the two living people were the very two Louis had let go earlier. They must have been intercepted on their way out.

Suddenly, Louis frowned. He realized that if he had let David and the others leave earlier instead of waiting nearby, they would likely have encountered this group of deformed humans—and met a grim end.

After all, according to horror movie tradition, just when you think you’ve escaped, the danger never really left…

“Good thing I’m not an ordinary person.”

Thinking this, Louis grabbed the foot of a deformed human on the ground and dragged it into the yard.

“Emma, do you still have any sheepskins?”

Nightfall.

A fire was set in the estate, blazing fiercely, consuming the place of sin and blood in mere moments.

Louis blew on the flickering flame on his fingertip, watching the towering inferno, and closed his eyes as he stretched out his arms, feeling the heat of the fire that burned everything to ash.

He was growing more and more fond of fire.

…

Dawn.

“Baa~ Baa~”

“Oink~ Oink~”

The cries of sheep and pigs rose and fell in succession.

Faintly, the sound of a whip cracking and voices talking could be heard.

On the wide highway, Louis whipped the sheep and pigs before him, which tried to bolt or even attack him, leaving bloody stripes across their bodies. Beside him, Gold bared his fangs, biting and driving the unruly beasts.

Twenty-odd deformed humans meant twenty-odd pigs and sheep. Honestly, herding them was a hassle—mainly because he’d never learned how—but it didn’t matter. Louis figured, given America’s current state, his pasture wouldn’t lack supply, and he could slowly practice his herding skills.

David and the others drove slowly beside him, watching Louis herd the animals with complex expressions. They weren’t without imagination.

They knew perfectly well what these pigs and sheep had once been.

This scene inevitably evoked legends of evil witches.

Weren’t they said to punish those who disrespected them—like turning people into frogs in fairy tales?

Beep-beep-beep.

Two large trucks rolled up from one end of the road. A middle-aged man leaned out and shouted, “Hey, guys, did you call for a ride?”

“Yes, I’m…”

“….”

“These pigs and sheep are quite aggressive. Don’t give them water during transport. Just haul them straight over—someone will meet you on the other end.”

“Oh, okay, no problem. We’ll take the highway, it’ll be fast.”

“Here’s the deposit.”

Watching the pigs and sheep frantically ramming the cage walls, even smashing their own heads bloody without stopping, and recalling the address on the man’s business card, the two drivers instantly understood.

Soon, the two men helped David load all the pigs and sheep onto the truck, preparing for a long haul to Miami.

Watching the big truck drive off.

Louis and David exchanged glances.

Now what?

Their original vacation was ruined. Where should they go? Should they keep going?

After a moment, considering his terrible luck, David sighed and said, “Let’s get ready to head back tomorrow. Staying here feels like inviting trouble.”

“So we go back to Dallas?”

David pulled out a map and saw that on the other side of the reserve was a small town. He remembered hearing in Dallas that it was a new resort built by local white billionaires.

If they went there now, could they rest a bit?

David checked the sky—it was dawn, the perfect time for deep sleep.

But…

Thinking of everything he’d endured on this trip, and all the wrong choices he’d made that now seemed obvious in hindsight, David immediately decided to do the opposite.

No more small town. The moon was out, bright enough. Just drive straight back to the city—sleeping won’t be late.

“Let’s go back to Dallas.”

(End of Chapter)