Chapter 879

In the white mist, Chu An walked into the deep fog as casually as taking a stroll in an idle courtyard.

As he went deeper, the radio broadcast echoing in the fog seemed to drill into his mind, repeatedly playing:

Wuu... wuu

A woman's sobbing, a child's sobbing.

I don't want to die...

Save us...

The broadcast was chaotic, as if it were merely a meaningless recording.

From the background, fierce gunfire could faintly be heard.

Rat-tat-tat-tat-rat-tat

The gunfire in the distance mixed with soldiers' angry roars, sounding like facing the early outbreak of zombies in the apocalypse.

Retreat! We're falling back!

Ahhh!!

Tearing, gnawing.

The zombies' howls accompanied the receding footsteps.

The broadcast, is it a recording from the early days of the apocalypse?

Expressionless, Chu An silently pulled a cassette tape from his pocket and gazed silently into the deep fog.

Unable to see the surroundings clearly, he could barely make out, on a grassy field dotted with dew, a rust-streaked armored vehicle parked in place.

Shell casings littered the ground, and a crooked machine gun was stained with dark red blood.

Obviously, this was an armored vehicle that had been besieged by zombies at the onset of the apocalypse.

As he drew nearer, Chu An stopped to listen carefully to the repeating broadcast for a moment, then murmured silently:

Will it interfere with thought?

Sound, converted into hallucinations?

How many seconds needed?

Judging the onset time of the meme in the white mist, he simply stood in place, silently counting the time.

In the thick fog, anyone's mental power and perception were like a blind person's, tightly confined to their immediate vicinity.

In the endless fog, anyone could feel an inexplicable panic and helplessness.

It seemed as if the whole world had nothing but fog.

Loneliness, forever.

Zzz-zzz

Electromagnetic interference began to appear.

Roar!

The white mist stirred.

Dozens of howling zombies suddenly appeared not far away, their mouths split wide, eyes bloodshot, charging madly.

On those rotting faces, one could even see several zombies whose chests had been pierced by bullets.

Disemboweled intestines dragged across the dew-covered grass, leaving filthy blood trails.

No reaction.

Chu An simply stood there, ignoring the zombies rushing toward him.

A very realistic hallucination...

Whoosh

The zombies rushed forward, howling and biting, even the foul stench from their mouths could be smelled.

But unlike reality, each zombie passed through him like air and gradually dissipated.

He lightly lifted his glasses frame.

Chu An furrowed his brow slightly and muttered softly:

If one believes in the hallucination attack, will the meme's intensity deepen?

What's the next round...?

Ten seconds later.

A deafening explosion sounded from not far away.

The shockwave spread, the ground trembled.

At this moment, Chu An finally moved.

However, he actually rushed toward the direction of the explosion.

Moments later.

The explosion grew louder, as if the whole world were shrouded in roaring shells.

The violent sound wave shook the buttons on his combat uniform, making them tremble slightly.

Boom!! Boom!!

Soil was kicked up, and fragments of shrapnel whizzed past his body.

Ahead, countless craters could be seen, along with zombies blown to pieces.

Beside his foot, a zombie whose body had been blown apart, leaving only half an upper torso, jaws working in pain, trying to bite through his leather boot.

Unmoved.

Chu An kept his gaze straight ahead and continued walking forward.

Whoosh-bang!!

All that could be seen was the thick white mist suddenly split by a shell; an artillery shell arced and landed squarely in front of him.

Boom!!

Firelight burst, intense heat soaring, instantly melting him.

Pain, as if his nerves were instantly burned, the intense blast almost directly blew Chu An to pieces.

In the crater, Chu An, with only half a head left, silently gazed at the sky shrouded in mist above.

It seemed even in death, there was no reaction.

"Simulating pain?"

Like seeing a ghost, all that could be seen in the blown‑out crater was Chu An continually saying something, his half‑face still conscious.

The next second, his body regrew, the crater vanished, as if nothing had happened.

"Does believing in the attack mean death?"

"Or does it plunge one into deep hypnosis?"

His steps unceasing, ignoring the illusory attack, he steadily walked deeper into the thick fog.

On the ground, hundreds of corpses reduced to bare bones lay piled, all facing the same direction.

"The time of death is long..."

"So, were hallucination attacks present from the start?"

A judgment was made.

His expression calm, he who always retained absolute reason seemed impossible to deceive.

If an outsider were present, they'd likely be too shocked to speak.

Anyone facing those two rounds of illusion, even if forewarned, would likely instinctively want to flee, feeling fear.

But the word fear seemed never to appear on this man.

Twenty minutes later.

Having exceeded the time limit of the First Level, Chu An continued unaffected, continually gathering information.

The broadcast had repeated nine cycles, each separated by a three‑minute interval.

Like an everlasting radio wave.

Not knowing how far he had gone, upon seeing a gray‑white broadcast station, Chu An suddenly stopped, his eyes flickering.

Before the broadcast station, a jeep with its front end crumpled stood askew in place.

"It should be... this."

"Click"

Without hesitation,

He directly pressed the play button on the cassette he'd been holding.

That was a recording made by the sole madman who survived the early Wangjiang Military Region after he entered this place.

"Zzz‑zzz"

The tape turned, and the sound played:

"Roar!!"

"Ahhh!! Help, save me... hoo... hoo"

"Run! The zombies are charging in!"

"What are these monsters?!"

"Why do they eat people?!"

"Aim for the head! Only a headshot can kill them!"

"Bang bang bang!!"

"We can't hold out! Lao Chen, get your family out!"

"What about you?!"

"Roar!!"

"I'm a soldier, damn it! Get people moving first! Don't dally!!"

"There are guns in the vehicle! Go find the troops!"

The engine ignited, sounding like the vehicle outside the broadcast room starting up.

"Go! Dad's taking you, Xiao Lian, wife... hurry into the car!"

The voice trembled; the speaking man seemed to be called Lao Chen.

"Honey! There seem to be troops ahead—let's hurry over!"

"Okay..."

"Wait!? What is that?!"

"Monster! Such a huge monster! Damn it..."

"Rat‑tat‑tat‑rat‑tat"

Machine‑gun fire raked; seconds later, continuous explosion sounds suddenly rang out.

"Dead... are they all dead?!"

"Bang..."

The direction jerked, wheels skidding.

"Hold on! We're about to crash!!"

A violent impact sounded.

"Click"

The next second, the recording tape suddenly jammed; the continuously flashing red dot indicated that the first half had finished playing.

Sitting before the broadcast station's recording desk, Chu An calmly looked at the three corpses inside the station.

At the center of the forehead were three dark bullet holes.