Chapter 32: The Night Walk of the Monsters I

During the three-day May Day Golden Week holiday, another round of vicious incidents erupted one after another across various regions. Although many cities had already cut off contact between animals and humans, they still could not prevent these events from occurring.

XC, Namucuo.

Beside this lake, as clear as the blue sky, while hundreds of tourists visiting Tibet were admiring the beautiful scenery where the lake and sky merged into one, a black yak that had been posing docilely for photos in front of cameras suddenly lashed out. After a single dive, the dense crowd of over a hundred people looked as if they had been plowed through by a tank, leaving behind a mess of severed limbs and minced flesh. The remaining tourists were not spared either; under the successive charges, they died one after another. Less than one in ten survived, and the scene was too miserable to look at, with even the waters of Namucuo stained red with blood.

Finally, this yak even spoke in human language, calling itself the Great Black Mountain God, and declared that humans were not allowed to enter within a thousand miles of Gangrenboqi.

HB, Shennongjia.

May Day is the peak of the tourist season, and although there have been frequent strange occurrences lately, it could not stop some people from seeking adventure and novelty. Several groups of backpackers ignored the bans and entered the Shennongjia area one after another, only to lose contact shortly after.

When the joint search teams of military and police eventually found them, seven teams and seven campsites were completely empty. The scene was in total disarray, yet there were no corpses or bloodstains, as if they had simply vanished into thin air.

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There were many similar incidents: a mutated Siberian tiger attacked a Russian village, and only a few people out of the hundreds of villagers managed to escape; Japanese fishing boats were frequently attacked, with accidents happening almost every day; in the United States and Europe, attacks from strange creatures were increasing day by day.

However, most reports ended right there without any follow-up, merely glossing over the events with vague, perfunctory language.

Sometimes, the absence of reports is also a stance, indicating that the military's search or retaliation had come to nothing, or had failed.

Videos of battles between the military and strange beasts have also circulated online abroad in small numbers. But without exception, there has not been a single successful instance of killing or capturing one. This makes it impossible for many people to imagine how those strange beasts, despite taking so many bullets, could remain as vigorous as dragons and tigers, coming and going like the wind.

That night, the palm strike Zhang Wei unleashed when he achieved Awakening in the back mountain carried the mighty power of descending stars, and the invisible Qi force sank three inches into the ground!

Afterwards, some people of unknown identity went to observe it and discovered that all the gravel within the palm-shaped crater had been pulverized into powder. The soil inside the pit looked as if it had been compacted by heavy machinery, appearing incredibly hard, and even the roots of some weeds within the soil had been shattered into mush.

It is estimated that no plants will grow in that spot for decades to come.

Even with such a powerful palm strike, that mutated ape, which had been directly hit and was bleeding profusely—appearing miserable beyond compare—later ran away as fast as if it were flying, escaping without the slightest hindrance. From this, one can see just how formidable the physical bodies of mutated beasts have become.

In the United States, missiles have already been put to use, but none have hit their targets.

One report described it this way: sensing danger and dodging quickly seems to be their innate instinct. Our bullets can make them bleed, but they are not enough to kill or trap them. And the moment any large-caliber weapon is fired, their speed increases linearly in less than a second, and then they flee until they disappear. Even using cluster rocket saturation attacks did not produce the results we expected.

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Ignoring Bai Guagua's protests, Zhang Wei stayed holed up at home for three whole days.

The little girl's meaning was that while we are young and now have money, we should go out and have a good time.

But Zhang Wei had just pushed open this magical door; how could he bear to put his mind on anything else? In his view, Bai Guagua completely failed to cherish her own good fortune.

If Zhang Wei didn't go out, Bai Guagua couldn't go either. Her personality meant she didn't have any little friends, so she could only sulk at home.

Fortunately, Bai Guagua's sulking could be resolved with snacks. If one bag of potato chips wasn't enough, then she would eat a bag of rice crackers, and soon she was beaming in front of the television.

In the bedroom, Zhang Wei buried himself in the book "Essentials of the Qianxiang Method," struggling to digest the knowledge within, as well as the perceptions of the ancients. In his view, many of the words were too mysterious and not direct enough, and the meanings contained within were also very obscure, which made him very unhappy.

Simply put, through a method of breathing and exhaling, one can communicate with the stars in the sky and obtain Star Power to temper the physical body. If there were no Resentment Value, this would be the normal path of cultivation.

According to this method of cultivation, the best time is at night. From the minute the sun completely disappears below the horizon, the Star Power in the sky reaches a peak. It is not that one cannot cultivate during the day, but the efficiency is too low, and the Star Power is not as pure.

According to the book's explanation, this is "The Golden Crow ascends the heavenly thoroughfare, chasing away the stars and moon," which was said in such a confusing way that it left people bewildered. Zhang Wei read the book for a long time before he could derive a plausible explanation from it, which was that these were side effects appearing under the interference of the sun's force field.

The video of that night's flashy performance was still spreading online. Over the past two days, he had received quite a bit more Resentment, and combined with Zhang Wei going online to mess with others whenever he had nothing to do, the total Resentment Value had exceeded one hundred thousand again.

Should he continue to light up the stars, or play the Lucky Draw? Zhang Wei was pondering this question.

He had figured it out now: the Lucky Draw might seem like a scam that would kill you, but as long as you actually won something, it basically wouldn't give you any frustrating junk.

That bitten apple was indeed annoying, but it was undeniably delicious, and it faintly possessed an extraordinary divine effect.

According to what Bai Guagua mentioned inadvertently, her efficiency in absorbing Starlight seemed to have become a little faster recently, and she would soon be able to light up the third star.

One must know that for Zhang Wei himself, lighting up three stars would require thirty thousand Resentment Value, which is not easy to earn. Don't look at how it skyrocketed by over a hundred thousand from that night's performance; that kind of opportunity is rare and hard to come by, and he almost messed up and got himself killed!

Besides, if one can rely on one's own cultivation, experiencing it firsthand, this is also a kind of experience in the journey; who would want to rely solely on external forces?

Just as Zhang Wei was wavering, his vision suddenly went black.

The power was out.

"Zhang Wei, see if the fuse blew," Bai Guagua's voice came from the living room.

Zhang Wei pushed the door open and walked out, only to find that it was pitch black outside, with the faint sounds of dogs barking and voices complaining; clearly, the entire area had lost power.

The high-rise buildings in the distance were still brightly lit, but only this area had fallen into darkness. However, this was a common occurrence; who told them to be in a Shanty Town with backward infrastructure?

Suddenly, the dog barking not far away became urgent, sounding exceptionally shrill in the dark night, as if it were facing something that made it feel terrified.

"Ah——!!"

A voice, exceptionally loud and shrill, like a pig being slaughtered, suddenly cried out, piercing through the heavy darkness.