Body command feeding world

The silhouette of the broken building twisted and grotesque in the dim light. The wind howled through the empty window openings, and occasionally the low roar of a demonic spirit could be heard from afar, adding a chilling touch to the already oppressive night.

Wu Wei stopped and looked up at a relatively intact six-story residential building not far away. Although the walls were cracked, there was no danger of collapse. The doors and windows were incomplete, but they could provide shelter from the wind, serve as a warning, and temporarily protect against the omnipresent danger in the night.

"Let's rest here."

His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable resolve. His black robes fluttered gently in the evening breeze, his bone armor concealed, and his aura remained as calm as a deep pool.

"Yes, Uncle!"

Wang Ziqi immediately responded, turned around and gestured to the Falcon Squad behind him, his tone crisp and decisive, "Zhao Hu, Lin Ye, go and clear the first and second floors first, check for any hidden evil spirits, and seal off the stairwells after confirming it's safe. Su Qing, Chen Yue, comfort the survivors, inventory the supplies, and arrange for the elderly and children to stay in the innermost rooms."

"receive!"

The four members of the Falcon Squad responded in unison, their movements swift and coordinated.

Zhao Hu, carrying the Shattering Shield, was the first to sneak towards the stairwell entrance. His burly body stood like a solid wall in the darkness, his expression serious, each step steady, as if afraid of missing the slightest danger. Lin Ye followed closely behind, rifle in hand, his sharp eyes scanning every shadow, his lips pressed tightly together, revealing the caution of a seasoned veteran.

Su Qing walked quickly towards the crowd, her voice soft and gentle, carrying a reassuring power: "Don't be afraid, everyone. We'll stay here for the night and set off again at dawn. The area has been cleaned up and is very safe." As she spoke, she reached out to support an elderly woman with mobility issues, her eyes gentle and full of patience.

Chen Yue followed behind, calmly counting the number of people and leading the survivors into the building in batches. Her expression was calm, but she was steady in every detail. Occasionally, she would speak up and give a few reminders, her tone concise but very useful.

The search and rescue team leader in charge of escorting the survivors was named Zhou Ting. He had abrasions on his left arm and his face was still somewhat pale. Upon seeing this, he quickly stepped forward, clasped his hands in a fist salute to Wang Ziqi, and said with gratitude in his voice, "Captain Wang, thank you so much for today. If it weren't for you and that gentleman, I'm afraid none of us dozens of people would have survived."

"Captain Zhou, you're too kind. We're all from the Bulwark; looking out for each other is only natural." Wang Ziqi returned the greeting with a calm expression. "What was your original mission route? Which direction were you originally planning to retreat in?"

The two walked to a corner on one side of the corridor and began to talk in hushed tones.

Zhou Ting sighed, his expression grave: "We were out on a search and rescue mission, covering three blocks to the west. The supplies we collected were stored at the transfer station. We originally planned to lead the survivors back to the fortress, but we encountered a wave of evil spirits on the way, which messed up our route. Now we can't go to the transfer station, and it's dangerous to go back the way we came. We're also running out of ammunition. We're really in a dilemma."

Wang Ziqi frowned slightly and pondered, "The west is currently teeming with low-level evil spirits, who are even more active at night. Forcing our way in is definitely not an option. As for the original route, when we came here this afternoon, we also detected the auras of several high-level evil spirits, so it's not safe either."

"So... Captain Wang, what are your plans next?" Zhou Ting's eyes were filled with urgency and helplessness. "We'll follow your arrangements. We'll do anything to save these survivors."

Several search and rescue team members also gathered around, their faces filled with trepidation and anticipation. They had long lost their leader, and at this moment, the Falcon Squad and the mysterious and powerful "Holder" were their only support.

Wang Ziqi did not answer immediately, his gaze unconsciously drifting towards the figure in black by the window inside the building.

Wu Wei was standing by the second-floor window, quietly gazing at the darkness outside. His back was solitary, blending into the night, as if the surrounding noise, unease, and gossip had nothing to do with him.

He spoke slowly, his voice clear yet filled with unwavering certainty: "Our route depends entirely on Uncle's decision. Wherever he goes, we go."

Upon hearing this, the search and rescue team members surrounding them were instantly stunned, their expressions varying.

Some were taken aback, their eyes widening slightly, clearly not expecting this elite team to have such faith in one person; others breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that since that powerful figure could sweep away all the evil spirits, following him was naturally the safest option; still others were slightly curious, unable to resist frequently glancing in Wu Wei's direction, whispering and speculating about the identity of this mysterious "uncle".

Zhou Ting was taken aback at first, then nodded emphatically, a look of complete relief on his face: "Of course! That gentleman is incredibly powerful. With him leading the way, we will definitely be able to return to the fortress safely! We have no objections, absolutely no objections!"

Upon hearing this, the members of the Falcon Squad showed knowing and slightly smiling expressions.

Zhao Hu leaned against the wall, munching on a compressed biscuit. Hearing this, he grinned and interjected in a gruff voice, "Following our uncle is definitely the right choice. You didn't see it, but our uncle wiped out that huge group of monsters in the Soul Mist with just one spear and one sword. Following him is more reassuring than staying inside the fortress."

Lin Ye brushed the dust-covered stray hairs from his forehead and added casually, his tone full of conviction: "Uncle's judgment is never wrong."

Su Qing carried several packets of compressed biscuits and half a bottle of clean water to Wang Ziqi's side, gently handing them over. With a smile, she said softly, "Eat something first. I saved some for Uncle; I'll send it over later. Everyone's settled down now. As long as you're with Uncle, there's no need to panic."

Chen Yue leaned against the railing, arms crossed, a faint smile playing on her lips. She said calmly, "Don't worry about the route. Just wait for Uncle to speak. Right now, maintaining vigilance and distributing supplies are more important than anything else."

Wang Ziqi took the biscuit, thanked him, broke off a small piece and chewed slowly, his gaze always fixed on Wu Wei's direction, his expression respectful and firm: "That's right, I'll do whatever Uncle says. I'll go ask Uncle's opinion later, and we'll finalize the route before dawn."

As they spoke, Su Qing, carrying a clean pack of compressed biscuits and a small pitcher of filtered water, quietly walked behind Wu Wei, her voice soft and respectful: "Uncle, please have something to eat, rest for the night, and continue your journey at dawn."

Wu Wei slowly turned around, his cold gaze sweeping over the food in her hand. He nodded slightly, reached out and took it without saying a word.

Su Qing felt a warmth in her heart and quietly retreated to the side, not daring to disturb him any further. She simply watched his back with a sense of peace in her eyes.

The building was dimly lit, with only a few makeshift candles flickering weakly, casting long shadows of everyone inside.

The survivors huddled in the inner room. After the day's terror, they finally found a moment of peace. An old man sighed softly, and a woman gently patted her sleeping child in her arms, her face still showing lingering fear, but also a renewed hope for survival. Several young survivors huddled together, talking quietly, their eyes no longer filled with utter despair, but with a hint of expectation.

The search and rescue team members, scattered throughout the corridors on guard, relaxed considerably. They exchanged glances, each seeing the word "reassurance" in the other's eyes. With that mysterious powerful figure in charge and the Falcon Squad providing cover, they no longer had to constantly face the threat of death.

After Zhao Hu and Lin Ye finished clearing the area, they returned to the first floor, sat down against the corner of the wall, and ate the supplies with gusto. They lowered their voices and said, "This building is quite sturdy. As long as we guard the stairwell at night, ordinary evil spirits won't be able to get in."

"Yes," Lin Ye nodded, looking up at the second floor. "But things can change a lot at night, so we can't be careless. Uncle is upstairs, so we have to keep watch down here and make sure nothing goes wrong."

"Don't worry!" Zhao Hu patted his chest, his voice booming, "With me here, we'll keep any number of evil spirits at bay!"

In the hallway, hushed conversations, soft chewing sounds, and the crackling of burning candles intertwined, creating a rare tranquility in the apocalypse.

Everyone knew the unspoken agreement—

The peace I feel at this moment comes entirely from that silent, black-clad figure standing by the window.

After finishing his meal, Wang Ziqi dusted off the crumbs on his hands, straightened his clothes, and headed upstairs to ask Wu Wei for directions.

All eyes instinctively followed his figure.

Outside the building, the night was deep and dark, and danger lurked everywhere.

Inside the building, people were at peace, each harboring their own hopes and expectations.

Everyone is waiting, waiting for the person they call "Uncle" to set the direction for the future.