Chapter 280: 276 Hostage

Unable to resist, Fang Mu could only be dragged along by these few people, arriving together with the driven flock of sheep beneath a deep, cavernous pit.

By the time Fang Mu slowly shook off the control of his dizziness, he no longer knew where he was.

Although his body was regaining strength, he dared not counterattack immediately; the opposition had many people, and furthermore, this was their territory, so he still needed to observe for a while. Therefore, Fang Mu chose to appear weak to the enemy, feigning frailty as he asked, "Who... are you, and where do you want to take me?"

"Ha, awake, are you?" Hearing this, the six people all sneered as they looked at Fang Mu, whom they were dragging along like a dead dog. Among them, the flat-topped man who had been sitting in the passenger seat earlier said in a disdainful tone, "One look and I can tell you're the kind of bookworm who has never done a day's work. I hate your kind the most. If it weren't for the Goddess having a craving for your type lately, I would have killed you already."

"Why do you have to do this? I haven't offended you." Fang Mu spoke in a tone of confusion, but having been in contact with Abnormal things for many years, he knew very well that people who associated with those Abnormal things did not have normal brains.

Hearing this question, they seemed somewhat impatient, as if they had heard it countless times. The tall, fat man who was dragging him by the back of his collar said dismissively, "The Goddess likes it, and you're an eyesore to me. Why so many whys? Why don't you ask a mosquito why it wants to suck your blood?"

"Bastards..." Fang Mu's cursing drew even greater mockery from the six. The more fiercely Fang Mu cursed, the more they felt he was powerless to resist.

Fang Mu cursed with great restraint; apart from insulting them, he did not involve the Goddess they spoke of. He did not want to get stabbed.

Relying on his powerful eyesight, Fang Mu glimpsed that all six of these people had sharp knives hanging on them, and the flat-topped man leading the six even had a handgun tucked at his waist.

In this era where regulatory means are limited, handguns—weapons that were basically impossible to circulate on the market in later generations—could still be easily obtained with money now.

Seeing that dark, cold metal gun body, Fang Mu absolutely dared not risk his life easily; he still needed to find an opportunity to escape.

These six people of unknown identity drove the flock of goats toward the darker depths. The further down they went, the colder and damper it became, and water was dripping everywhere here. However, Fang Mu saw that the color of the water dripping in this cavern was red, just like blood.

The sheep kept letting out uneasy bleats. The deeper they went, the harder they were to drive. Although sheep are very stupid creatures, they still possessed the instinct of fear and resistance toward death. They all wanted to flee this place, but the group of humans behind them was forcing and restricting them from doing so, pushing them toward their deaths.

These six people had cold, expressionless faces. They seemed to have done this many times before, acting with practiced ease. If a sheep did not listen, they would use a herding whip to strike the disobedient sheep with all their might. After the sheep in pain let out a miserable cry, it had no choice but to obediently follow the rhythm of the main group.

The lead sheep guiding the way at the very front of the flock was not the largest one in the flock, but the very same little goat that had had many intimate interactions with Fang Mu on the vehicle.

At this moment, although Fang Mu heard the bleating of that little goat, he could tell that the sound was completely different from the one it made on the vehicle. It was less like a sheep's bleat and more like an imitated sheep's bleat; hidden within that sound were other noises, and only Fang Mu could hear them.

That little goat seemed to be exchanging information with something deep in the cave, as if they were continuously sending each other their locations.

That something communicating with the little goat must be the Goddess mentioned by these six people. Fang Mu was now very certain that he had not encountered some group of demented lunatics; the Goddess was not a figment of their imagination, but a real existence.

Feeling that he was getting closer and closer to danger, Fang Mu felt increasingly anxious, and he was struggling to think of a countermeasure.

"Damn it, if only the Toad God and her kin appeared right now to let them fight like dogs, how good that would be." Fang Mu fantasized. While hiding his emotions and pretending to be weak, he stole glances at his surroundings. During this, he discovered a sharp, pointed stone scattered on the ground. Taking advantage of the fact that these people were not paying attention, he secretly picked it up and hid it in his pocket.

"We're here." Fang Mu heard the sound of the flock ahead change, and he soon followed them through the tunnel into a stuffy yet spacious underground space. The flat-topped man revealed an excited smile at this moment.

The fat man dragging him suddenly exerted force with his wrist, throwing the hundred-and-twenty-pound Fang Mu into the flock of sheep. The flock was sensitive enough to dodge in advance, causing Fang Mu to crash solidly into the ground, his whole body in intense pain.

The fat man only said coldly, "Walk the rest of the way yourself with these sheep."

As he spoke, the fat man drew a watermelon knife from his waist; the silvery, shimmering blade reflected flashes of cold light, and the others followed suit, pulling out their weapons.

The flat-topped man drew his gun, the muzzle filled with the aura of death aimed at Fang Mu's body, and sneered, "Don't think about playing any tricks. We will be watching you. See the stone gate on the ground ahead? I want you to open the gate and go down with these sheep."

"Why don't you come along?" Fang Mu gritted his teeth and said.

"Ha, you and them are both offerings." The flat-topped man looked down on him, "Be honored, as the nourishment for the Daughter of Evolution and Mother Earth!"

"Hehehe..." Hearing the flat-topped man's words, Fang Mu suddenly laughed, laughing louder and more wildly as he went.

"What the hell are you laughing at!?" The fat man was annoyed, wanting to angrily step forward and beat Fang Mu to a pulp.

However, Fang Mu, who had been acting weak, suddenly erupted with extremely fast speed. He did not rush forward to stab the fat man with the stone in his pocket, but instead retreated rapidly to the side of the lead little goat. Using the sharp stone hidden in his pocket, he aimed it at the little goat's neck and taunted, "Come on then. This little goat should be quite important to you, right? Do you dare to bet on how sharp this stone is? On the way here, I already ground it until it was as sharp as a newly honed blade. I can take this little guy's life in an instant!"

Sure enough, seeing this, the group immediately stopped their preparations to attack and froze in place.

"Even if you do that, you won't be able to escape," the flat-topped man said with a gloomy face.

"So what? It's not my loss if we both perish." Fang Mu smiled, quickly grasping the psychology of this group, "I don't know who the Goddess you speak of is, but I think she must be both great and terrifying to you, right? With one important sacrifice missing, surely one of you will have to be sent to die, right?"

Hearing this, the expressions of the five people other than the flat-topped man changed.

Fang Mu sneered, "Look at your faces. You really are so pious, aren't you? You don't even have the courage and determination to sacrifice your lives for your Goddess. Do you even deserve any Blessing like this? You dog bastards."

Fang Mu was still cursing, but this time it broke their inner defenses.

"If you want to achieve your goal, then from now on, listen to me. Come down there with me. I will walk in the very front, you follow behind, and the flock of sheep will be at the very back," Fang Mu commanded the six.

The six were filled with venom and unwillingness, but they could only do as Fang Mu said. With slight fear and trepidation, surrounded by the flock of sheep, they walked down into the deeper underground passage with Fang Mu.