Wang Bing's Adventure

"Beat her to death! Beat her to death!"

"Kill this heretic! She has to pay!"

"She's trying to destroy the stable life we have now and drag us back into the apocalypse. She's the world-destroying witch the holy monk spoke of!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Wang Bing was roused by a tremendous clamor, by voices calling for her death.

Her head swam and ached terribly.

She suspected it was because she had kept using divination, drawing too heavily on her supernatural ability.

But as her head cleared a little, she quickly realized that wasn't the case.

The person those voices were shouting to beat and kill, the person they were cursing, was none other than her.

A crowd of people had hauled her up and bound her to a thick wooden post.

Below her was a wooden platform, with dry firewood piled all around it.

Someone was pouring gasoline over it.

But the containers the person held were strange. He had a rubber basin in his arms and what seemed to be a wooden ladle in his hand.

He used the ladle to splash the gasoline onto the firewood, one scoop at a time.

They were strange because Wang Bing had never seen a basin or ladle of that design before.

The scenes before her left Wang Bing in a daze.

Her repeated use of supernatural divination had left her hair disheveled, her eyes bloodshot, and her appearance haggard.

She could no longer remember at all how she had ended up like this.

Why were these ordinary people putting her, a supernatural being, on trial?

Had she made a mistake in her calculations, and the captain had rallied the survivors to judge her and make her pay?

Seeing how worked up the crowd was, Wang Bing had no doubt that if this weren't the apocalypse, with supplies so scarce, they would already be throwing rotten eggs and vegetables at her.

Wang Bing felt sorrowful and wanted to raise her head for one last look at the meager sunlight of this apocalypse.

When she looked up, she froze. Only a patch of sky remained in the middle.

At some unknown distance on all sides, immense walls formed a ring around the place where they stood.

Only the patch of sky directly overhead was visible, and right now it showed nothing but a dreary gray.

They probably had to wait until the sun passed directly over that patch before they could see sunlight for a little while.

Only then did Wang Bing realize that the ladle the person was holding wasn't wooden at all. It had been carved from a sesame seed.

The basin he held in his arms had also been fashioned from the rubber stopper of an oral liquid bottle.

Looking more closely at the surrounding buildings, she saw they had been built from cardboard, leaves, and even sunflower seed shells.

A single weed was a giant tree here, blotting out the sky and sun.

Wang Bing stared in astonishment. The daze caused by overusing her supernatural ability had largely cleared.

Who wouldn't have been jolted awake by something like this?

Where on earth had she been taken?

Had everyone been shrunk, or was this already another world?

Wang Bing's memory suddenly snapped back, and she recalled the last thing she had seen before losing consciousness.

A huge bald face with narrowed eyes had been pressed against her car window.

She finally remembered. It was Huishi!

The loner who had joined their alliance not long ago.

He had attacked her and her driver.

What did Monk Huishi want with her?

No, I have to find a way to warn the captain and the others!

Wang Bing finally understood why she had never been able to divine where the danger was coming from.

The danger had been in their group all along!

Huishi was a supernatural being, and his supernatural level was very likely higher than hers, which was why her divination hadn't given her a clear answer.

Realizing that someone with ulterior motives was hiding in the group, Wang Bing grew anxious.

She began struggling against the thick wooden post.

Seeing her body twist and writhe, a scar-faced man stood before her, wrapped in a hooded robe. She could just make out that his head was shaved too.

He sneered. "This damned heretic has started struggling. I don't think she's repentant at all. Get ready to light it! Burn the heretic to death!"

"Burn her to death!"

"Burn her to death!"

The bald, scar-faced man took a torch made from a stalk of grass, grinning viciously.

He casually tossed the torch onto the gasoline-soaked pile of wood, and a roaring fire burst to life.

The bald man hurriedly jumped off the platform. As he watched the flames rage, his vicious grin widened.

The firelight flickered across his face, making his scarred features look even more fearsome.

The bald man felt immensely satisfied. In the outside world, he was just an ordinary survivor on the verge of starving to death.

But here, he could have anything he wanted.

He could even burn a supernatural being to death with his own hands.

And all of it was thanks to the great holy monk.

As the bald man thought about it, his smile grew more sinister.

Just then, a group of people in black robes rushed over.

They killed a number of the fanatical onlookers gathered around.

One of the people at the front charged straight at the bald man and slit his throat with a single slash.

Blood spurted out. The bald man clutched his wound, his face filled with disbelief.

He couldn't understand it. Here, they had plenty to eat and drink, and no worries about food or clothing.

Why would anyone still oppose the holy monk? How could anyone dare...

Thud-

The bald man fell into the blood.

At the same time, a black-robed figure rushed into the fire and rescued the weakened Wang Bing.

After putting out the flames on Wang Bing's body, the group of black-robed people quickly fled with her.

The fanatics around them no longer felt the same fervor.

They were still afraid when they saw people being killed.

They scattered, running away from the black-robed people.

All the while, they shouted and screamed.

"Someone's killing people! Help!"

"Holy monk, protect me!"

As if their prayers had been heard,

a large amount of food fell through the only opening where the sky was visible.

Flatbreads fell from the sky like raindrops.

"The holy monk has shown his power!"

"The holy monk is protecting us! The heretics are doomed!"

The fanatics rushed madly toward the fallen flatbreads, picking them up and wolfing them down.

A closer look would have revealed that they were actually just scraps of food, but for some reason, they had become enormous once they reached this place.

They looked like irregular pieces of flatbread.

As the food rained down, a finger like a colossal pillar descended from the sky as well.

The giant finger came straight down toward the black-robed group.

Their eyes wide with terror, the black-robed people sped up and fled for their lives, but they still struggled to escape the area beneath the giant finger.

It was like an ordinary person trying to outrun a meteor falling from the sky.

In the end, only a few black-robed people managed to escape from beneath the finger.

Even their leader was caught beneath it in the end because he was carrying Wang Bing.

At the last moment, he threw Wang Bing to one of the black-robed people who had escaped.

And he shouted at the top of his lungs, "You have to save her! She's the only supernatural being who has come here so far. All our hopes rest on her!"

The man was crushed in the end, and the small spray of blood seemed to fall into the lake of Wang Bing's heart.

She was being carried over someone's shoulder as they fled at full speed, and because her head faced backward, she witnessed it all.

She stared blankly, watching and watching, until a trace of crimson appeared in her dark pupils.

Outside, in the convoy, Chen Fan came to the few survivors left at the back of the group.

He stared curiously at one of them and asked, "Hey, you're... a supernatural being, right?"

The young man opposite him had long, thin limbs, dark skin, a crew cut, and a long face. He froze for a moment, then grew somewhat uneasy.

"Yes, Captain Chen. I didn't expect you to see through me even though I'd kept it hidden for so long. Still, I did act differently from ordinary people on this long journey, but I couldn't help it. I didn't want to fall behind.

"But please don't misunderstand. I wasn't hiding it on purpose. I didn't mention it mainly because my supernatural ability isn't much use, and telling people would make them pay attention to me, so I just kept it hidden."

Chen Fan didn't believe him. "Every supernatural ability has something special about it. If you think yours is useless, maybe you just haven't discovered its value yet."

With that, he leaned closer, looking eager for gossip. "Come on, whisper it to me. I promise I won't tell anyone else. By the way, what's your name?"

"...Captain, my name is A Zheng."