You say the cataclysm only comes after you've cleared the entire dungeon?

The night was deep, and only a faint sliver of moonlight remained in the community garden.

Because superhumans have more acute senses than ordinary people, Meng Bochao was able to barely make out Lou Fengyue's outline.

However, Lou Fengyue possesses dark-type superpowers, and darkness has become a more advantageous battlefield for her. Her vision is not affected at all, and she can capture all images with unparalleled clarity.

Meng Bochao suddenly flicked his hand, and several metal darts cut through the night wind, piercing towards Lou Fengyue.

She didn't dodge; with a casual swing of her baseball bat, the dart turned to ashes and scattered in the wind.

She walked towards Meng Bochao step by step, her voice soft: "Don't worry, I won't finish you off for now. After all... there are still people who want to vent their anger on you."

The moment she finished speaking, her silhouette disappeared from Meng Bochao's sight.

Immediately afterwards, he felt something wrap around his body.

Looking down, he saw several soft, snake-like vines emerging from the ground, climbing up his legs and obscuring his figure.

Immediately afterwards, his hands were pulled behind his back by a force, and vines wrapped around his wrists again and again, tightening more and more.

"Ah—" Meng Bochao couldn't withstand the binding force and howled in pain.

This mournful cry attracted the zombies outside, but they were blocked at the entrance of the community by the ice wall and could only helplessly and frantically scratch at the smooth ice surface.

The screams acted as a signal, and Luo Zeyan and Li Yichen, who had been hiding on the fourth floor, immediately rushed down.

Lou Fengyue threw a fire onto the pile of zombie corpses she had just killed.

Their clothes were instantly set ablaze, the flames spreading a blinding red across the night, and thick black smoke shot straight into the sky.

Light streamed through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating every household.

Curious, they peeked through a crack and saw that the man they worshipped as "god" was now bound into a statue by vines growing from the ground.

Beside them stood a person whose face was completely obscured by clothing.

"The one surnamed Meng!"

Li Yichen stormed down the stairs, his eyes bloodshot. When he saw the person tied up there, he didn't say a word. He conjured a clod of earth in his fist and slammed it into the person's abdomen.

"It was you! You locked my parents up, intending to feed them to the zombies!"

He roared angrily while punching Meng Bochao in the face repeatedly.

Meng Bochao was completely bound and had no power to resist.

He was punched twice in the face, and a large bump quickly swelled up, with a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his lips.

The spectators inside the room were all so shocked that they covered their mouths and whispered among themselves.

"Um... isn't that Old Li's child? When did he come back?"

"What did he just say... that Mr. Meng is treating his parents like zombie food?"

"It must be a misunderstanding. Mr. Meng is a very kind person. If it weren't for him going out every day to find food for us, we would have starved to death here long ago..."

"Wait a minute...look, who's that!"

"Zeyan? Zeyan is back too?!"

Luo Zeyan walked steadily, his emotions far more shocked than Li Yichen's.

He came out from the stairwell and walked step by step to Meng Bochao.

Then, he curled his five fingers into a fist, a ball of fire ignited on it, and delivered a powerful left hook to Meng Bochao's right cheek.

puff--

Meng Bochao coughed up a mouthful of blood, a black mark burned on his face, but he didn't even have the strength to cry out.

Even with dual superpowers and a system, one is still just a flesh and blood body.

When all energy is bound and cannot be used, he is no different from an ordinary person.

"Zeyan! Yichen! Stop hitting him! If you keep hitting him, someone will die!" A middle-aged woman living on the first floor of Building 2 couldn't help but open the window and yell at them.

The window next to it was also opened, and an old man with gray hair stood by the window, leaning on a cane. "Zeyan, is there some misunderstanding? If it weren't for Mr. Meng risking his life to go out and find food for us, we would not have survived long ago."

Hearing these words, Meng Bochao sneered and glanced at Lou Fengyue: "You see, in their hearts, I am the savior. If you dare to kill me, they will not let you off."

Lou Fengyue glanced at him, then picked up the baseball bat in her hand and hit him hard in the stomach.

puff--

Meng Bochao spat out another mouthful of blood.

"Still able to talk? Looks like you got a good beating?" Lou Fengyue glanced at the bright red bloodstains on the baseball bat and frowned in disgust.

It's even more disgusting than the black blood of zombies.

She tossed the baseball bat aside, pulled a large megaphone from her backpack, and handed it to Luo Zeyan.

Luo Zeyan grew up here, and the people coming and going in the community are all neighbors who have lived here for decades.

In addition, he had previously joined the army, and people from the armed forces department and the village committee had come to visit him, making quite a spectacle, so the neighbors all knew him.

His words are more credible.

Luo Zeyan took the megaphone, put it to his lips, and said clearly, word by word, "Uncles and aunts, you've been fooled by this man. He tricked you into moving downstairs and preventing you from going out, but in reality, he's keeping zombies upstairs."

"He lied to you, saying he would gradually move you to a safer place. In reality, all the neighbors who were taken away became food for the zombies upstairs!"

Everyone gasped in disbelief, unable to believe it was true.

Using living people to feed zombies?

What kind of utterly depraved person could do such a thing?

If that's true, why would he bring them food every day?

"My dad broke his leg. He wasn't infected with the virus, but he was in poor health. He locked my parents up under the pretext of isolation, intending to feed them to zombies first."

At this point, Luo Zeyan's voice trembled almost imperceptibly, and his nose felt sore.

"The zombies in the yard have all been cleared out," he said, pointing to the pile of burning corpses. "If you don't believe me, you can come out now and come with me to see."

The middle-aged woman and the elderly man who had spoken earlier remained silent for a while before opening the door and coming out.

Several more men came out one after another.

Lou Fengyue led the way, with Luo Zeyan following beside her, as they led the group of neighbors into Building No. 3.

Right in front of the room in the corner on the first floor, they saw with their own eyes that three brand new locks had been installed on the door.

Upon seeing those locks, Luo Zeyan's tears silently streamed down her face.

If he hadn't arrived in time, he might not have seen his parents tonight or tomorrow morning.

Lou Fengyue took out a wire and quickly pried open the lock.

This place was originally a storage room, not a place for living at all, and it didn't even have a window.

There was a musty smell in the room.

Luo Linyang lay pale-faced on the wooden bed, while Lin Xiulan sat beside him, stroking a photograph in her hand.

Hearing the sound of the door lock being opened, the two of them looked up.

A tall, familiar figure appeared there.

Before she could utter a sound, tears were already streaming down her face.

"Dad, Mom..." Luo Zeyan's voice trembled as he strode in and hugged his mother.