My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

Lin Mo stood on the edge of the rooftop, his black robe fluttering in the wind.

For nearly two incense sticks' time, he remained motionless, using only his eyes to observe and his mental power to perceive, etching the events of this floating island into his mind.

I have a general understanding of the rules of this island.

This island has more than just blood grinders.

Other tanks occasionally roared past on the street.

The vehicles were extremely wild and rugged in appearance, as if the wreckage of several cars had been forcibly welded together.

The vehicle was covered with rusty iron plates, spikes, and metal fences that had been removed from somewhere.

Some of the tanks had a row of serrated steel shovels on their front, with dried flesh and blood still clinging to the blades.

Some vehicles had an iron cage welded to their roofs, inside which were several shivering indigenous people.

The people driving these vehicles all had bloodshot eyes.

They stepped on the gas, laughing wildly as they smashed everything in sight.

Utility poles, telephone booths, long-abandoned newsstands, fire hydrants on street corners, living people...

Yes, there are also indigenous people on this island.

These people were dressed in worn-out but clearly modern clothes, some even wearing faded shirts and jeans.

They hid in twos and threes deep in alleys, at the entrance of underground parking garages, and in the gaps between collapsed floor slabs.

He was clutching tightly to the canned goods, bottled water, and bags of biscuits that he had just retrieved from the ruins.

They were clearly out collecting supplies, but the risk was being smashed to pieces by those tanks.

Lin Mo withdrew his gaze, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"It seems that the blood grinder was not something Gao Yang made up out of thin air."

The little creature nestled on his shoulder rubbed against his neck, its black fur brushing against his skin.

She had just woken up from a long sleep, her voice still soft and slightly groggy, but her words were incisive.

"Just like the driver who ran over and killed Gao Tiantian."

Lin Mo raised his hand and touched the fluffy head.

This little girl may seem like she only knows how to eat and sleep, but she understands just as much as she should.

That's right. Gao Yang was angry because of the driver who caused the accident. He withdrew his anger from his body, and that anger naturally grew into the image of the driver who caused the accident.

It is as bloodthirsty as that driver, treating the innocent as toys to be crushed at will.

And this island will also be transformed into the scenes from its memories under the influence of its laws...

The scene in the driver's memory, the road, the neighborhood, and the roar of the engine when the driver ran over Gao Tiantian.

Everything here—the reinforced concrete, the wreckage of tanks, the shattered fire hydrants, the survivors fleeing in the alleys clutching cans—was formed by that anger under the power of divine laws.

Gao Yang's obsession was indeed very deep.

Lin Mo thought to himself, then glanced down.

"Knowing this is not enough."

He needs more information about Bloodcrush himself.

As he spoke, his gaze fell on the alleyway entrance of a low building across the street.

There were seven or eight indigenous people huddled behind a collapsed brick wall, clutching food and water, barely daring to breathe.

At the other end of the alley, a tank was patrolling slowly.

The wheels screeched as they rolled over the broken glass, and the driver's bloodshot eyes scanned back and forth in the dim alleyway as he sang in that drawn-out, nauseating tune.

"Come out~ You'll die in an instant~ It won't hurt~ I promise~"

Lin Mo's brows relaxed: "We can ask these people."

Having said that, he subtly sent out a clone from his body.

……

In the alley opposite the building, some of the refugees were trembling with fear. A bottle of water fell from their hand and rolled out, making a crisp sound on the stone pavement.

Blood Crusher's henchman's red eyes suddenly turned towards the source of the sound, and his lips curled into an exaggerated smile.

He stepped on the gas, and the tank roared toward the alley entrance.

"Run!"

"Don't worry about me! You guys go first!"

"No way! We all came out together, and we can't have any of us missing!"

"what!"

……

The refugees in the alley still wanted to escape together.

But it was scattered the next second.

They ran around on the main road, some trying to find sturdy buildings to hide in, others trying to crawl into the sewers.

Clearly, they had developed experience in dodging tanks over the years.

Unfortunately, they had no time to escape in the rush. The door was tightly shut, and the manhole cover was difficult to open quickly without tools.

Just then, a figure dressed in a black robe appeared at the foot of the building across the street.

His expression remained calm as he raised his hand and pulled the door open from the outside, addressing the indigenous people.

Come here.

The group of indigenous people were stunned for a moment, but the roar of the tank engines behind them was already close at hand. They didn't have time to think and rushed into the building in a swarm.

The last person to enter was a young man carrying two cans of food. He had a large scrape on his knee, and blood was flowing down his calf, but he ignored the pain and leaned against the wall to catch his breath as soon as he entered.

The clone reached out to close the door, but the young man suddenly lunged forward and grabbed the clone's wrist, his voice urgent.

"Wait! You can't close the door! My girlfriend is still outside! She'll be here soon!"

Lin Mo's clone glanced at him coldly, twisted his wrist, grabbed his collar, and pushed him out the door.

"Then you can go outside and wait there."

The iron gate slammed shut in front of him.

The survivors in the lobby all stared wide-eyed.

An older woman in a floral shirt paused for two seconds, then suddenly stood up from the crowd, her finger almost poking the clone's chest, her voice sharp and indignant.

"How could you do this? We survivors should help each other, we should stick together! Look at all those things outside! Throwing him out alone is suicide! Don't you have any conscience?"

Lin Mo's clone didn't even lift his eyelids, but reached out and grabbed her wrist, dragging her out of the crowd.

"Then go out and help him out."

Open the door, throw it out, close the door.

The entire movement was fluid and graceful.

The iron gate closed again, and the old woman's banging and screaming came from outside.

"I was wrong! I was wrong! Let me in!"

"You're so heartless! You don't deserve to be one of us!"

The two voices came from outside the door, but the clone remained completely unmoved.

After doing all this, the clone turned to look at the remaining survivors.

They swallowed hard and shut their mouths without saying a word.

The whole world fell silent.

The remaining five or six people in the lobby huddled together, none of them daring to utter another word.

The clone glanced at them, its tone remaining calm: "Has any of you ever seen Blood Grind?"

Upon hearing those two words, everyone present simultaneously shuddered.

No one answered, no one looked up.

Just as the clone's patience was about to run out, the sound of wheels crushing flesh and blood came from outside the door, attracting everyone's attention.

The two people outside the door had clearly been smashed to pieces.

At the same time, a deep engine roar came, getting closer and slower.

Everyone's gaze slowly moved along with the engine sound until it reached the huge floor-to-ceiling window on the other side of the lobby.

The chariot slowly drove by, and a Blood Crusher slumped over the steering wheel, staring at the crowd inside the window with a crazed, maniacal expression and a wild laugh.

"We've found you."