Chapter 247: Hold the Umbrella, Go Home!

"Yo, this Xiao Yinghua really knows how to set things up; the BGM is chosen so creepy?"

Su Ming furrowed his brow, made a snide remark, but his gaze instantly darkened.

This commotion felt off.

It wasn't just playing a song.

It was... Mental Pollution!

Clang!

A sudden sound of a chair toppling came from behind.

Su Ming turned around.

The young couple who earlier were pale with fear, avoiding the severed arms, were now strangely quiet.

They no longer shouted, nor trembled.

Their eyes seemed as if their souls had been drawn out, hollow and dead.

Yet the corners of their mouths twisted into a stiff, eerie curve.

They looked just like two puppets being pulled by invisible strings.

Their movements were orderly, steps synchronized.

They stepped straight over the foul‑smelling pool of blood on the floor and headed for the rack by the doorway.

There, two solitary...

Red oil‑paper umbrellas.

"Hehe..."

"Holding the umbrella... going home..."

The two muttered as if in a dream, their fingers rigidly gripping the umbrella handles.

They opened them.

The bright red canopy was especially glaring under the dim yellow rain.

Afterward.

Without hesitation, the two plunged headfirst into the sky‑filled, yellow‑murky Corpse Oil Rain!

"Ah!!!"

"Stop singing! Get out! Get out! I'm not going home!!"

In the corner, the middle‑aged man in a suit who had been bowing his head rigidly finally lost control.

His features twisted into a knot, his hands clamped over his ears.

The fate of that young couple… even a fool could guess!

Going out now would be like delivering takeout—

sending this hundred‑plus‑pound body to the monsters outside as a snack!

Certain death!

Next to them, the old man who had just lost both arms curled in the darkest corner of the bar.

His gaze was vacant, muttering incoherently.

"It's over... it's all over... Amaterasu has abandoned us..."

Even a hellish painting scroll is no different.

"Tsk."

Su Ming scanned the devastation inside the shop and shook his head helplessly.

"Outside there's Corpse Oil Rain, Strong Acid Corrosion, specifically breaking flesh defenses."

"Inside there's Soul‑Stealing Song, Mental Pollution, forcibly controlling the weak‑willed."

"Nice guys, physical attack plus magical attack, and damn, it's a map‑wide mixed double‑team."

This…

Is this the brand‑new version of Sakura Country now?

This isn't some natural disaster.

It's clearly an assault targeting every citizen of Sakura Country—

violent quality inspection!

Want to survive?

You can.

Your flesh must be hard enough to scrub with Strong Acid as if it were soap, and your mind strong enough to treat this Soul‑Stealing Song as a lullaby.

That means every survivor must be Dual Physical‑Demon Cultivation, a Hexagonal Warrior without any weak points!

That threshold is absurdly high.

For the ordinary folks who were just fighting for basic sustenance a moment ago…

This is a certain‑death situation!

Now, in this altar era…

Seems they thought the previous culling was too slow and stepped on the gas!

"Wang, take a look outside."

Magu pinched her nose, disdainfully extended a finger, and pointed at the nauseatingly dim yellow world outside the window.

The rain showed no sign of easing; it grew thicker and stickier.

"This color, this smell..."

"Looks like we used to say those guys were living the good life, but now they've been cursed by the heavens and have to spit everything out."

Su Ming had a smile on his lips, but there was not a hint of warmth in his eyes.

A disaster of this magnitude is clearly aimed at exterminating an entire race.

No survivors; cut the grass and uproot the roots.

And moreover…

The food that was just contaminated by the smell of Corpse Oil is now completely ruined!

What does that mean?

The food that was just contaminated by the smell of Corpse Oil is now completely ruined!

If this continues, it won't be three days.

Those survivors who, even by luck, have endured the rain and the Mental Pollution…

Will face something more terrifying than monsters—

Extreme hunger!

All the water is Corpse Oil, all the rice is rotting flesh.

The soil is soaked with the stench, and not a blade of grass grows.

This isn't even a food shortage; it's a cutting off of roots!

When the hunger makes their eyes turn green…

To survive, a person ceases to be a person.

Their Unique food source might just be…

Su Ming paused, not fully revealing that cruel answer.

On a solitary island, Nurturing Gu.

This is the underlying logic confronting this land today!

It's not just about killing people; it's about crushing their hearts.

All order, morality, and ethics on this land must be utterly smashed into dust under the crushing weight of hunger and fear!

We still have to stay vigilant!

Su Ming murmured softly.

The tragedy in Sakura Country is, oddly enough, satisfying to watch.

But when the lips are gone, the teeth feel the cold.

If the mechanism of this Corpse Oil Rain can spread…

Or other nations might, at an unknown time, encounter strange changes.

That would be a true global cataclysm!

"Bang!"

At that moment, a muffled thud interrupted Su Ming's thoughts.

The man in the suit seemed to realize he was about to be overtaken by that song and could no longer hold himself.

He punched his own temple hard.

His eyes rolled, and he passed out.

Even if he knocked himself out, he couldn't take a single step outside!

Alright, let's go! No point watching the spectacle; don't waste time.

Su Ming stopped caring about these people's lives, and with a reverse motion pulled two Big Black Umbrellas from the Dimensional Reduction Warehouse.

Having a Wood Cow makes things convenient; it's like carrying a department store with you.

We must finish the business quickly, then find Wang Dongfeng.

If that kid gets into trouble…

He truly feels guilty about it!

Pitter-patter—!

The two opened their black umbrellas and strode out, while the viscous Corpse Oil Rain rained down madly on the dark canopy.

"Hehe… under the umbrella…"

On the street, a little girl's ethereal and eerie voice suddenly rang out.

"Hm?"

Su Ming turned his head to look.

On the deserted street, at some unknown time, several swaying figures had appeared.

Their bodies oozed yellow Corpse Oil, and they clutched tattered rain umbrellas of unknown origin, marching with stiff steps, drifting oddly in the rain.

The moment they saw Su Ming, the creatures turned toward them like flies that smelled carrion, their necks cracking as they swiveled.

On that rotting face, the mouth corner was split down to the ear, exposing stark white bones.

"Big brother, sister… are you also… going home?"

Su Ming halted, looking through the black rain curtain at the blocking creatures ahead.

"Going home?"

He let out a light laugh, flicked his wrist, and the jet‑black Soul Dagger slipped into his palm, flashing a cold gleam.

"Fine."

"I'll send you… back to your hometown right now!"