Chapter 928: Indecisive

Run!

Watching the crowd scatter like birds and beasts, the middle-aged man clutching the Mother Seed turned deathly pale; without hesitation, he frantically dug into the ground.

He saw it.

He saw Lin An remotely detonate the few people who were shouting the loudest.

That crisp bursting sound was like a ripe summer watermelon, bursting with a soft 'pop'.

His nephew, his confidants, the few people around him—brain matter flung into the air almost splattered onto his face.

Nothing is more impactful than seeing it with one's own eyes.

The scalding blood and the swaying corpses falling to the ground were like a steel needle, instantly jolting him awake.

How dare he!?

How dare he!?

Having only experienced the early stage of the zombie outbreak, he could not comprehend why anyone would dare to kill so recklessly.

They're ordinary people! There are so many of them here! In life's experience, tried-and-true methods fail for the first time when villagers' chaotic, stubborn tactics are used.

This feeling was as if the sky had collapsed.

His lips trembled as he hid underground.

The middle-aged man trembled all over, listening to the anguished screams overhead, and broke into wailing sobs; at this moment he finally realized that perhaps the outside world had truly changed.

The other side hadn't stopped; the rising and falling bursting sounds seemed intent on exterminating them completely.

Perhaps there really is no law left, and perhaps even the so-called morality can no longer 'protect' them.

Otherwise, there's no way to explain how Lin An, representing the military, dares to blatantly break the law and kill.

At this moment, the town mayor's face was filled with regret, just as people only realize what foolish thing they've done when they're about to die.

In the chat channel... it's true! Lin An, he's even more terrifying than they say!

Why... why did I provoke that guy!?

Butcher! Executioner! Demon!

Cursing and praying, under intense stimulation he curled up in a daze; only tightly clutching the Mother Seed in his arms gave him a hint of safety.

Moments later.

Above him, it seemed to have grown quiet.

He didn't know whether everyone had died or the screaming, fleeing crowd had retreated back to the town.

The town mayor strained to lift his head, carefully listening to the movements in the soil above; those few short seconds felt like torment in hell.

The unknown is always frightening.

In darkness, unable to see anything outside, he didn't know whether it was from too much torment or a faint vibration from above; he twitched like a startled mouse.

He's here! Lin An has come for me!

"Don't kill me! Don't come over!"

"Mother Seed! The Mother Seed is in my hand!"

"If you come over, I'll crush it!!"

"Get lost! Get lost ah ah!!"

Like a shrew, the middle-aged man's voice turned shrill from fear, his eyes full of terror, and his grip on the Mother Seed tightened.

The Mother Seed, this precious life‑force crop capable of nurturing offspring seeds, was his sole trump card for survival.

As long as Lin An intended to strike him, he would immediately destroy this seed.

Having no other recourse, he could only gamble: betting that, before death, he could control his body to issue a final command, and betting that Lin An would be reluctant to abandon the Mother Seed.

However, one second later.

"Bang!"

Relying on his lowly talent, the town mayor, who could barely hide a few meters underground, felt an unseen, unfelt power wrap around his limbs.

That binding force, like shackles weighing tens of thousands of catties, left him unable to move.

Breathing was difficult; no matter how hard he strained, the Mother Seed in his palm remained unaffected.

It's over!

The thought had just arisen.

A tremendous force suddenly yanked his upper body, instantly pulling him out of the ground.

"Ahhhhh!!"

His eyes bulged, pain piercing his heart.

Like pulling a scallion, he, covered in Arcane Energy, was somewhat comically torn into two halves.

The lower half lodged in the soil slowly oozed crimson; the intense pain stimulated his nerves, nearly making him faint.

In agony, the middle-aged man, amid his intermittent wails, saw his own lower half; he was like a fish severed in two, thrashing wildly in the air.

"Crack!"

Without giving him a moment to breathe, with a crisp joint‑snapping sound, the middle‑aged man, face twisted in pain, watched his fingers bend and splay; the agony throughout his body was so great it nearly numbed him.

Unable to wail, he could only stare wide‑eyed as the Mother Seed clenched in his palm silently flew into Lin An's hand.

Lin An, floating in mid‑air, seemed like an absurd illusion, coldly looking down on him.

From those emotionless eyes, he dazedly opened his mouth, realizing that in the other's gaze he was no more than a worm in the field.

His threat was laughably absurd.

"I ask, you answer."

"Speak, then you may go."

Looking at the ashen‑faced middle‑aged man before him, Lin An couldn't be bothered with nonsense.

If not for the chance that this person before him might know some key information about the mother seed, he would have already killed him and spoken later.

His expression stiffened in midair, and the middle-aged man's face twitched.

Huh... huh

Under the stimulation of Lin An's psychic power, he, who forcibly stayed conscious, saw corpses littering the ground and the rice paddies swaying.

Everything seemed like an illusion; just a moment ago they were still in ecstasy, calculating how much profit they could extort.

The next second, heads hit the ground, and even the mother seed was casually snatched away by the other side.

I...

I won't say...! You killed our people, stole our things, and even crippled me!

You still want me to tell you!... Dream on, Lin An! You will surely face retribution!!

Staring fixedly at Lin An, the middle-aged man's eyes held both hatred and fear.

He was hardly different from being half-dead.

Yes, he indeed knew some things, such as the corpses in the rice paddies, and the origin of the mother seed.

But at this moment, he no longer trusted Lin An.

Even under extreme pain and fear, he had become somewhat deranged.

He hated Lin An; he hated having nothing left, having lost everything.

As they locked eyes, Lin An furrowed his brows, seeing the hatred that had been in the middle-aged man's eyes.

Forget it.

Communication between people always involves too much nonsense.

Actually, he didn't expect that, while using psychic ability to control the other's body, a mistake would occur, resulting in the other's body being torn apart.

After all, the physical quality of a 0 Fourth Rank Awakened One is truly too fragile for him now.

Shaking his head, Lin An seemed to be reflecting on whether he was too indecisive, wasting time.

It seems that even if he forcibly questioned them, they would not tell the truth in this situation.

Upon further thought,

It would still be easier to ask the corpses, although it would waste psychic energy.

Boom!