Apocalypse: The Primordial Pearl Recognizes Its Master, Starting with Infinite Space

Lin Chen headed south, passing through military camps along the way, collecting the supplies they had gathered, and sending all the ordinary survivors into the Creation Pearl.

By the time they arrived at the Chaocheng camp where Liu Feifei was, it was already dark.

The sentry at the camp saw Yuanzai's distinctive figure in the distance and was about to turn around to report when Lin Chen grabbed him.

"No need, I'll go in myself."

He rolled off and led Yuanzai inside.

The campsite was larger than he had imagined, with tents and makeshift houses densely packed together, and the campfire flickering in the twilight.

The further you go in, the louder the noise becomes, as if there's something exciting going on.

After turning past a row of tents, the view suddenly opened up before me.

The open space was densely packed with people, three layers deep, numbering at least tens of thousands, while many more stood on the surrounding high-rise buildings watching all of this.

They clenched their fists, shouted at the top of their lungs, their faces red and necks thick, their eyes burning with anger.

"Kill them!"

"Kill them!"

Lin Chen stood at the back of the crowd, tiptoeing to look inside.

A temporary platform was erected in the center of the open space. Liu Feifei stood on it, with dozens of people kneeling beside her.

The one at the very front was bound hand and foot, with injuries all over his body, and his hair was a mess, covering his face so that his features were obscured.

Liu Feifei raised her hand and pressed it down.

The crowd gradually quieted down, with only heavy breathing echoing throughout.

"Ladies and gentlemen," her voice was not loud, but every word clearly reached everyone's ears, "the Wang family has committed numerous evils, enslaving and selling their own people, their crimes are countless. Today, the last mastermind of the Wang family... the eldest son, Wang Song, has been captured."

She pointed to the person who was tied up at her feet.

"From Shanwei to Chaozhou, from Yangcheng to Shantou, this gang of people ran rampant with their violence, killing, kidnapping, and selling people. Men were used as laborers, women were used as playthings and commodities, and children were sold... You know better than I do."

Her voice deepened, like a stone thrown into a deep pool.

"Today, in front of everyone, I will settle this score for you, item by item."

Someone in the crowd shouted, "My daughter was kidnapped by them and then abused to death!"

Immediately afterwards, explosions occurred from all directions.

"My sister too!"

"My wife!"

My daughter is only thirteen years old!

.......

Countless voices rose and fell, countless people roared and cursed, venting the resentment that had been building up in their chests for months.

Some people cried so hard they couldn't stand up straight, some clenched their fists and trembled all over, and some shouted until their voices cracked, but they kept shouting.

Lin Chen stood at the back of the crowd, watching these people overwhelmed by anger and sorrow, without saying a word.

He roughly guessed Liu Feifei's intentions.

It's not about killing people in public, but about letting them vent their pent-up resentment.

Those hatreds, if kept inside, will fester and rot, and then give rise to other things... despair, numbness, and a loss of trust in everyone.

Such a person, once inside the space, will be unable to cultivate the land, build a house, or raise children properly.

They need an outlet to release this rage.

Liu Feifei gave them this way out.

Once these people have shouted, cursed, and cried enough, and the weight has been lifted from their hearts, they can truly come back to life once they enter the space.

Only then can they feel at ease planting crops, building houses, and multiplying in the space, thus becoming the "cornerstone" for strengthening the barrier of the Creation Pearl space.

As for the Wang family's actions, Liu Feifei had been reporting to him all along, and he could only describe it as "Hell is empty, but the devils are on earth."

More than an hour later, Liu Feifei raised her hand and pressed it down again.

She looked at Wang Song, who was kneeling at the front, and her voice turned cold: "What do you want to say?"

Wang Song raised his head, his face covered in blood and mud, but his eyes were still wide open.

He sneered, "It's all about the victors and the vanquished. It's the end of the world, why pretend to be so high-minded? Everyone looks out for themselves. I have nothing more to say."

"I, Wang Song, have killed countless people and indulged in nightly revelry since the end of the world. My life has not been in vain, so it doesn't matter anymore!"

Liu Feifei looked coldly at this stubborn fool, her tone becoming calmer: "Since you have no remorse whatsoever, then we need not consider our kinship."

She turned to look at the crowd, drew a dagger from her waist, the blade gleaming coldly in the firelight.

"One at a time, one knife per person. There are dozens of people in the Wang family, take your time."

The Wang family members' expressions changed instantly. Were they going to be subjected to slow slicing?

Some people were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground, while others kowtowed repeatedly.

"I was wrong! I was wrong! Please let me go!" The stench of urine mixed with the smell of blood filled the stage.

"Don't kill me, I don't want to kill anyone, Wang Song forced us..."

"Yes, we're just a side branch; we're victims too."

Wang Song glared at the group of clansmen who had previously fawned over him, his bloodshot eyes blazing, and roared, "You cowards! A true man should die for the world!"

He then turned and roared at Liu Feifei's retreating figure, "You bastard surnamed Liu, if you have the guts, just kill me!!!"

Without turning her head, Liu Feifei handed the dagger to a middle-aged man standing at the front.

The man took the knife, his hands trembling, his eyes red-rimmed, and his lips quivering, unable to speak.

Liu Feifei looked at him and softened her voice: "Go easy on them, don't hit any vital areas. Give the people behind you a chance."

After she finished speaking, she stepped down from the platform and walked into the crowd, leaving dozens of members of the Wang family trembling on the platform.

Lin Chen looked in the direction she had come from.

The crowd was so dense that he had to squeeze through for a while before calling out, "Feifei!" as he got closer.

Liu Feifei paused for a moment upon hearing the voice.

She turned around and saw Lin Chen standing a few steps away, and her eyes lit up immediately.

"husband!"

She pushed aside the people around her and practically lunged at him, crashing headfirst into his arms.

Lin Chen was knocked back half a step by her, and reached out to put his arm around her waist, catching her steadily.

The surrounding team members then noticed that Lin Chen had actually arrived and gathered around to say hello.

Some people shouted "Boss Lin", others shouted "Brother Lin", and the voices rose and fell.

Liu Feifei buried her face in his chest and mumbled something, but he couldn't hear it.

Before he could even look down to ask a question, she had already looked up, grabbed his hand, and led him outside.

"There are too many people here," she said without turning her head. "Let's talk in the room."

Lin Chen was pulled along by her, through the crowd, and past rows of tents.

The sounds behind her gradually faded into the distance, but her hands remained clenched tightly, as if afraid he would run away.

Soon the two arrived at Liu Feifei's room, and as soon as they entered, Liu Feifei started kissing Lin Chen.

Lin Chen sighed inwardly, "It seems we'll have to wait until tomorrow to collect the supplies again."

However, how could Liu Feifei possibly be a match for Lin Chen alone? Lin Chen had no choice but to pull Su Yun and the others out of the space to relieve the pressure on Liu Feifei.