The Tone of a Life-Reaping Yama

However, news kept coming from other gathering places.

The people in the settlement asked them in a panic, "Have you seen those terrifying monsters?"

Faced with this series of questions, their doubts were gradually confirmed: a group of ferocious and terrifying mutated monsters really did exist in the Wilderness.

Meanwhile, Bai Zuo and Mi Lan continued their relentless pursuit of the escaped members of the Blood Feast.

They inevitably encountered people from the gathering places of this world.

Because most of the Blood Feast members who escaped fled into various settlements and went into hiding.

They hoped to use the shelter of their settlement to escape the enemy's pursuit.

Their idea is good.

Other organizations would probably not risk offending people in major settlements for the sake of a few escaped soldiers.

However, the Anomaly Containment Association had no such concerns at all.

Bai Zuo wore a black, wide-necked, long-sleeved shirt that revealed his attractive collarbones. He paired it with slim-fitting, tapered motorcycle harem pants, with a few ribbons casually adorning the pant legs, adding to his handsome appearance.

This outfit made him look like a rebellious and handsome teenager.

It attracted the attention of a group of girls gathered there.

"He's so handsome!"

"His demeanor and the clothes he's wearing... could he be a young master from the central gathering place?"

In the apocalypse, materials were scarce, and the clothes they wore were rough, all made of animal fur in the same style.

There's no other way; there's too little arable land, and all that land has to be used to grow high-yield crops like rice and potatoes for human consumption.

Only high-ranking individuals with abundant resources in the central urban area can afford to wear clothes made of this kind of cotton.

A group of girls and women surrounded them.

They tried their best to present themselves, because due to the lack of water, they were often disheveled and their body odor was definitely not pleasant.

However, they also tried their best to present their best selves to the Bai Zuo.

In the end.

Life is tough for everyone, especially for women. Beautiful women are often treated as resources and are snatched up by those in power.

Even women who are not particularly attractive still possess the value of reproduction.

Therefore, they are bought and sold like commodities. In this apocalypse, their status is extremely low, and unless they possess powerful military force, they cannot guarantee their safety.

Perhaps they are Bai Zuo from a large community, and this is their only chance to change their fate.

Once they catch the eye of the Bai Zuo, they can escape this miserable life that is like purgatory.

Hope shone in the eyes of these women.

The Bai Zuo has become their only hope.

Bai Zuo remained indifferent, showing little impatience or disgust towards the women who surrounded him.

Compared to the men who readily resort to physical violence and verbal abuse, the attitude of the Bai Zuo is quite friendly.

Nevertheless, he clearly had no interest in the group of women who had surrounded him.

"Hey handsome, wanna try it with me for a night? You'll definitely love it!"

"Handsome, choose me! I can do laundry, cook, clean, and tidy up the house. I can also hunt and mend clothes. I'm sure I can take very good care of you."

They just wanted to survive in this hell, to live a little more like human beings.

Bai Zuo glanced at them.

These people all bore some scars, and years of malnutrition had made them extremely thin.

They wore ill-fitting, disheveled clothes, some of which were just a few pieces of cloth hanging on them.

They were lucky; the community wasn't so inhumane as to tolerate their living there.

As long as they are willing to work, they can get some food, though not enough to fill their stomachs, at least they won't starve.

"Summon your settlement leader."

The Bai Zuo found a man who appeared to be in a leadership position; judging from his attire and demeanor, he should be a caravan captain.

The caravan leader was startled, then asked with delight, "May I ask which base you're from? What business do you have with our leader?"

Bai Zuo sighed. Too lazy to explain, he went straight to his point. "Your settlement is harboring a group of Blood Feast Armed Forces members who are wanted by us. Hand them over."

"Blood Feast Armed Forces?" The caravan captain had indeed heard of this organization's reputation. Everyone in the caravan was terrified of encountering members of the Blood Feast in the Wilderness.

Because if they were to encounter this, it would mean the annihilation of the entire caravan.

Then, he asked in surprise, "How come there are members of the Blood Feast Armed Forces in our base?"

"Are you sure you've got the right person? The Blood Feast Organization roams the Wilderness; they won't enter any settlement unless they intend to plunder it."

Bai Zuo tilted his head slightly, and a Spider appeared on his shoulder. "Found it?"

He abandoned the man and headed towards the address the Spider had given him.

This area is considered the residence of the middle class in this community; the buildings here are much more spacious and brighter than those crammed together.

The man rushed over; many leaders also lived here, and they couldn't let the two sides clash.

A group of people happened to come down from upstairs.

The one leading the group happened to be the second-in-command of the Blood Feast Armed Forces.

When he saw Bai Zuo, he was taken aback and did not recognize Bai Zuo immediately.

After all, the Bai Zuo were standing on the tall Spider head, some distance away from them.

They were terrified; who had the mind to even look at what Bai Zuo looked like?

Bai Zuo smiled at him and said, "Found you."

The second-in-command was taken aback, "Looking for me? Who are you?"

"Bai Zuo: 'You've forgotten so quickly?'"

The second-in-command frowned in thought. He would never forget this face if he had seen it before, and the other person clearly seemed to recognize him. Could it be someone he had seen at the Blood Feast?

Wait, why does that voice sound so familiar?

The more the second-in-command looked at Bai Zuo, the more the hair on his back began to creep up.

This dark and oppressive atmosphere, this tone that's like that of a deadly Yama.

The second-in-command's expression changed drastically. He abruptly pulled over a subordinate, shoved him aside, and then ran away.

Damn it! How could he have been found even though he was hiding here?

Bai Zuo slightly turned his body to the side.

The subordinate who was pushed over bumped into the caravan captain who was chasing after them.

Ouch!

What's wrong with you? Why are you bumping into people?

The caravan leader complained.

But the person who bumped into him looked like he'd seen a ghost, standing there frozen in fear.