Chapter 949 - 286: Calling
Yi Xiaodong said carelessly, "Special times call for special measures. When in doubt, presume guilt. If you have any objections, speak later if we all survive in the end."
"This is my attitude towards everyone. As long as there’s any connection with the Doomsday Cult, I won’t be polite. Handle it yourselves. Either don’t expose yourselves or take me out first."
Hearing Yi Xiaodong’s words, Xu Jie’s mouth twitched, but still forced a stiff smile: "Exactly, that’s it. Special times call for special measures. Please take care of yourselves."
"It’s all for everyone, for the sake of the settlement, and we hope our sacrifice is worth it."
In reality.
The evidence they had could not actually prove that Wen Yan Yi was a Doomsday Cultist. It only suggested a possible connection. It was entirely because Yi Xiaodong believed Wen Yan Yi was a Doomsday Cultist that led him to decisively kill him.
Of course, Xu Jie also thought he might have some other leads, but just couldn’t explain them.
Yi Xiaodong’s methods were tough, and his power was top-notch in the settlement. At that moment, he indeed suppressed all other voices in the settlement; even the high-ranking officials present didn’t dare to breathe loudly.
The room fell into silence, and no one said anything further. Nor did anyone voice any opinions; doing so held no meaning and might even get them targeted by this madman.
Yi Xiaodong was now just a lunatic who bites anyone he sees.
Some people present must have been muttering about why this lunatic became the leader of the settlement.
A notice was posted on the bulletin board, and no one went to read it. Everyone already knew its content: the head of logistics, Wen Yan Yi, was executed for being a Doomsday Cultist.
No one knew whether he really was a Doomsday Cultist; most people didn’t care and merely casually spat on Wen Yan Yi’s filth and betrayal of the settlement.
Su Changxing, from afar, struggled to vaguely see what was actually written on the notice.
Doomsday Cultist?
He didn’t expect the presence of the Doomsday Cult here, which was extremely odd and definitely not a coincidence.
Some entity was silently influencing this world, imperceptibly affecting it, from an angle unobservable by humans, so that similar cults would appear out of nowhere at different times.
At that time, they had some research on the Doomsday Cult, and the object of their worship was quite vague. It wasn’t the apocalypse itself but something present in the apocalypse.
He once thought what the Doomsday Cult worshipped was the Blood Moon, but later discovered that after returning to the original world, the cult’s object of worship changed gradually to the Blood Moon.
Later, the Doomsday Cult was more of a Blood Moon Cult than a Doomsday Cult.
When the Doomsday Cult was first born, what they worshipped was definitely not the Blood Moon, but something else. That thing profoundly affected the humans of this world, influencing their consciousness and deeper spirit, making some humans spontaneously worship it and form the so-called Doomsday Cult.
The sound of a corpse being dragged was heard.
The Big Horn brought back the corpse of another Extraordinary Creature from outside, extracted the Extraordinary Crystal with its hand, and tossed it to Su Changxing, "Hmm."
Su Changxing caught the red crystal thrown by the Big Horn, feeling a chill in his hand, skillfully put it into his backpack, feeling the heavy weight on his back.
He switched to a larger and more durable black backpack, to store more things, especially Extraordinary Crystals and jerky.
Because the Big Horn periodically went out hunting, he holed up here, watching as the number of Tier Eight Crystals in his backpack not only didn’t decrease but actually increased to nineteen.
This made Su Changxing feel troubled, thinking that even with a larger backpack, it would eventually become inadequate if this continued.
How to let the body absorb energy faster.
This was a difficult problem, limited by the levels of life and race. To break these limits, one would need to acquire corresponding abilities or special mysterious items for help.
He wasn’t sure if such abilities or mysterious items existed.
With these thoughts.
Su Changxing placed another Extraordinary Crystal into his mouth, his eyes becoming clearer and brighter than before, with deeper control over the Undead Tide, able to control the specific actions of individual Zombies with greater detail.
Everything seemed to have calmed down again. The settlement was much more relaxed compared to the initial tense situation. They noticed that once the number of the Undead Tide reached a certain point, it didn’t increase any further, appearing to have reached a saturation threshold.
This was enough to make people sigh in relief.
"The Undead Tide hasn’t moved, but this situation isn’t sustainable. The settlement’s backup resources are nearly depleted."
Standing on the rooftop of the high-rise, the observer, holding binoculars, stared at the densely packed Zombies on the street not far away and sighed.
The companion next to him, carrying a brown satchel, said sarcastically, "Why are you worried about these things? The higher-ups will arrange everything... I’ve heard that tonight, a batch of people will be sent to the Mysterious Shop to exchange for supplies."
"Even if there’s no reserve supplies, we still have reserve Points."
The observer moved the binoculars to another area, thoughtfully saying:
"Actually, with a large number of Zombies gathered here, it makes other places much safer, especially at night. We can be bold and go to the Mysterious Shop without worry."