Disturbing

"Wh-what is this?!"

The Class D personnel who got out of the car followed Ning Xiuyuan's gaze. Their legs went weak, and they almost collapsed to the ground, their voices trembling uncontrollably.

"The God has awakened... The God has awakened..."

The two elderly cultists in the car knelt on the ground with a thud, their faces filled with terror. They muttered tremblingly, their cloudy eyes filled with fear and self-reproach.

"What did you say, God?"

A burly Class D personnel turned his head to look at the old man.

"You have disturbed the God's long slumber. You will all become sacrifices. Your rotten bodies will ferment souls, offered to the God, to please the God, and to gain forgiveness and salvation!" the old man said in a chaotic and fanatical manner.

The Class D personnel looked at each other. This neurotic and bizarre language sent shivers down their spines!

"Officer, wh-what exactly is going on?"

A Class D personnel wearing glasses asked the Tactical Response Member escorting him, forcing a smile that was uglier than crying.

"You don't need to know. Obeying orders is your greatest guarantee of survival."

The cold voice of the tactical member came through the fully enclosed tactical helmet.

"Daniel, don't forget your mission! Oh, right, a reminder: the thing tied to you is a miniature bomb. Complete the transaction, and as long as you can survive, we can guarantee you won't die."

A cold voice came from "Ning Xiuyuan's" invisible wireless earpiece.

Ning Xiuyuan withdrew his gaze upon hearing this and walked towards the villa.

Seeing this, and looking at the menacing Tactical Response Members, the other Class D personnel gritted their teeth and followed.

The two terrified old men also scrambled to catch up.

They kept muttering words like "atonement," "salvation," and "forgiveness" along the way.

Outside the villa, on the branch of a tall beech tree, a raven tilted its head, staring at the crowd slowly walking towards the villa.

This morning, it had already witnessed more than a dozen people in orange uniforms enter the villa, but none had returned.

Only the corpses in the air were increasing.

"Ning Xiuyuan" calmly walked up to the villa and looked up slightly, observing the details that the Eye of the Flying Bird could not discern.

It was an ancient stone house. The peeling paint couldn't hide the weathered and corroded stone bricks. Everything looked lifeless.

He pushed open the creaking wooden door.

The stale, stuffy air, mixed with the stench of decaying corpses, churned by the subtle incense, hit them directly, making them nauseous!

Ning Xiuyuan didn't stop, stepping over the threshold and entering the villa.

As he looked around, several rats quietly slid out from his pant legs and scattered around.

The interior was dimly lit. The living room was empty, with no furniture like sofas or chairs. Only the walls were covered in strange graffiti.

These graffiti were very abstract, looking like countless lines tangled together.

"Clang!"

Just as Ning Xiuyuan was about to examine them closely, the sound of the door slamming shut behind him startled him, and also made the crowd that had followed in tremble.

"Daniel, how do we... get out?"

A Class D personnel asked tremblingly. Although the environment here was spacious, for some reason, he felt a sense of crowded suffocation, as if the air was filled with wandering souls.

"Ning Xiuyuan" didn't speak. He walked towards the stairs, preparing to go to the second floor.

—The rats he released had already searched the first floor. It was empty. Not to mention the altar of the God of Abundance, not even a single piece of furniture was seen.

"No, Daniel, that is the God's resting place. You shouldn't go up and disturb it!"

Seeing Ning Xiuyuan about to go upstairs, a cultist old man suddenly shouted.

Ning Xiuyuan glanced back at him but continued to walk up to the second floor.

Seeing this, the six Class D personnel exchanged glances. After a moment of hesitation, they quickly followed.

"Creak... creak..."

The villa was old, and the wooden stairs were rotten. As the seven of them stepped on them, the stairs made creaking sounds as if they couldn't bear the weight, making them nervous.

But what was even more annoying were the two old men below, still making all sorts of threatening noises.

"Don't go up! Blaspheming the God's rest will bring you the lightest punishment of destruction!"

"Go home, children, don't disturb the God!"

"Great God, please forgive these poor lambs!"

The old men's voices grew louder and more numerous. One Class D personnel, unable to bear the disturbance, subconsciously looked back, and the blood in his body instantly froze.

"Ah—"

A piercing scream broke the clamor of the villa.

Ning Xiuyuan and the others turned back in shock and immediately felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, their bodies chilled to the bone.

"Ah—"

"Ghosts!"

Two Class D Personnel, their faces contorted in terror, instinctively scrambled up to the second floor in a panicked flight.

The living room on the first floor, which had been empty moments before, was suddenly packed with people. They looked like taxidermied corpses, withered and gaunt, their eyes a dull, reddened grey, as if crafted by the hands of devils or made from human skin and wax.

When Ning Xiuyuan and the others turned to look at them, they all simultaneously closed their mouths, a satisfied smile appearing on their faces.

Satisfied that Ning Xiuyuan and the others were heeding their advice.

Several cultists near the staircase abruptly backed away, their legs folding in reverse, their heads twisting around to face backward.

They resembled dolls with their limbs attached incorrectly, as if held by a child!

Grotesque, twisted, and chilling.

"Come down quickly, children, don't disturb God!"

"Great God, I haven't come up to disturb you, see, I'm even facing away from you!"

These cultists spouted madness as they folded their limbs and climbed the stairs.

All attempts to suppress fear with reason were rendered useless at this moment!

"Ah—Ghosts!"

The remaining four Class D Personnel could no longer suppress the fear surging within them, scrambling and crawling towards the second floor.

They nearly knocked Ning Xiuyuan over, causing him to tumble down.

Ning Xiuyuan gripped the stair railing, turned his head to take a deep look at the madly surging monsters, and finally rushed to the second floor.

It was strange, but as soon as they stepped onto the second floor, the frantic, raving murmurs from downstairs immediately vanished, as if they had never happened.

"Wh-what was that?" one of the Class D Personnel asked Ning Xiuyuan, his voice filled with terror.

At this moment, on a country road one kilometer away from the villa.

Inside a satellite command vehicle, several high-ranking officials watched the footage transmitted by the miniature cameras on the Class D Personnel, their foreheads beaded with cold sweat. They were filled with extreme curiosity and extreme fear.

As frontline commanders, they were well aware of the peculiarities of containment objects.

Some containment objects could not be looked in the face;

Some containment objects could not be heard;

And some containment objects would drive one mad if their secrets were known.

Therefore, they were both curious and fearful.

"They are all Believers of God!"

Daniel's voice came from the surveillance feed, causing the commanders in the satellite vehicle to exchange bewildered glances.

"Ning Xiuyuan," who had spoken these words, subconsciously glanced downstairs, his eyes flickering.

The Plague Disciple had told him that those were not illusions, but living people. His spiritual intuition even suggested that he might be able to control them through the Heart of the Beast.

—Of course, that would require his main body to be present; he couldn't unleash his abilities through a puppet yet.

"Believers?"

The Class D Personnel who received this answer looked bewildered.

Ning Xiuyuan ignored his confusion and carefully examined his surroundings.

Compared to the emptiness of the first floor, the second floor was clearly designed for living, with five or six rooms distributed along a long corridor.

Further up was the cramped and narrow attic.

Would the altar of the God of Abundance be in the attic?

[Daniel, don't waste time, where is the altar of the God of Abundance?]

An urgent voice came through the earphones.

As soon as the voice finished, with a "clang," a nearby room door was abruptly pulled open. A Class D Personnel who had hidden inside in fright now rushed out, his face filled with terror.

"Save me—"

Half of his body emerged from the doorway, his arms outstretched towards Ning Xiuyuan and the others in a desperate plea, like a drowning person.

However, as soon as the sound left his lips, his body stiffened abruptly, and a large amount of crimson fluid gushed out from between his legs, like a falling watermelon.