Apocalyptic Reincarnation: Start with a 30-million Bonus
Chapter 483 - 464: Believe in Brother Yu, Gain Eternal Life

"Brother Yu, they are only 300 meters away from us now," Dapao's voice came through the earpiece.

Li Yu heard this and glanced at Li Hang and the others, seeing that they had driven the vehicles into the factory.

He then looked at Uncle Qin and suddenly asked, "Uncle Qin, do you have people in their hands?"

Uncle Qin answered, "Yes, Ah Huang and a few others are with them."

Li Yu thought for two seconds and said, "Okay, later on please check if Ah Huang is among them, and if so, point him out to us."

Uncle Qin nodded and said, "Alright."

After arranging all this, Li Yu quickly assigned tasks.

"Tiezi, take six people and ambush behind that building, encircle them from the rear when they show up."

"Gangzi, you take three people and guard the left side."

"Old Lü, you take three people and watch the right side."

"All others, enter the factory, do not fire without my order."

Then in the earpiece, he told Dapao and Old Xie, "You two provide support from the air, if there are any who slip through, you can eliminate them on spot.

But until I give the order, do not fire, we might have people in their hands."

Yutong, attentive to detail, shared information with them about the encounter between Third Uncle and his old comrade Uncle Qin, and that Uncle Qin's people were captured by the Mother of No Life.

Everyone quickly sprang into action.

Without any delay, this efficiency earned continuous nods of approval from Uncle Qin and his men.

Once the order was given, it was executed efficiently and decisively, showing the competence of the team.

In fact, among them, Dapao Yang Tianlong and others had served in the military, while Old Lü and about a dozen people were former Armed Police.

Others like Lai Dongsheng, Ding Jiu and others had undergone many excursions and significantly improved.

...

Five minutes later, "Position reached" replies came one after another through the walkie-talkie.

Li Yu, calm and composed, slowly walked to the edge of the main gate, accompanied by Yang Tianlong, Ding Jiu, Lai Dongsheng, Third Uncle and others.

He Bing and a few others watched Li Yu command without being assigned any tasks themselves, so they did not dare to just stand around and thus stood with long knives behind everyone.

The atmosphere on the scene suddenly turned solemn.

Storm brewing, they were fully prepared.

Uncle Qin and his men, not to be outdone, placed out some prepared Molotov cocktails and other items, waiting for the arrival of Mother of No Life and her people.

In front of the lathe factory, after Li Yu and the others had driven the vehicles inside, it was deserted.

Tap tap tap tap~

A series of footsteps came, resonating loudly.

One person, holding a pole with a white cloth attached and several red characters written in blood: 'Escape the bitter sea, Mother of No Silence.'

Fluttering in the wind.

As they arrived, the entire sky seemed to turn blood red.

The footsteps of more than 400 people formed a thundering roar.

Standing before the lathe factory, they carried an indescribable momentum.

In the forefront, a woman with silver hair but looking only in her thirties.

A stark contrast created.

This woman had a cloth draped over her head, a red blood dot marked in the center of her forehead.

Her face wore a compassionate expression, seemingly pitying the suffering people of the world.

A giant Buddhist bead necklace hung around her neck, giving her an eerie yet saintly aura.

Behind her, followed by hundreds of people.

These hundreds looked onwards to the Mother of No Life with fervent, feverish eyes filled with madness.

As if, at Mother of No Life's command, they would do anything she asked.

They halted.

"Compassion." Mother of No Life stood in front of the lathe factory and softly spoke these two words.

Her voice neutral, yet carrying a tone of caring and compassion.

"Compassion." Behind her, hundreds of people simultaneously murmured.

But due to the large numbers, the muffled voices had strong penetrating power.

Inside the lathe factory, everyone felt a wave of sound sweeping over them.

Inside the lathe factory.

Li Hang's eyes widened as he watched them, feeling a chill from his feet spreading upward to his brain.

He couldn't help but shiver.

"How eerie," Li Hang muttered, shocked by the scene.

It wasn't just him, everyone inside the lathe factory felt the eeriness.

Li Yu narrowed his eyes; he knew well that this weird feeling arose from the fanatic state of these hundreds of people, this disregard for life and death.

It impacts people.

And such impact could easily lead others to join in.

This was similar to pyramid schemes, why even intelligent people entering such organizations could be easily brainwashed.

It's because of the influence of those around them, continuous repetition makes one easily lose their own thoughts, especially amidst the frenzy of many, one could also become frenzied.

Mother of No Life was using this method, the more people she had, the greater her influence, and newcomers were easily affected.

Somehow, whenever Mother of No Life spoke, although it was in a low voice, it seemed as if echo and amplification were added.

Like shouting into a deep well.

That kind of voice seemed to come from above the skies.

"Probably installed a sound card," someone next to Li Hang remarked.

"Hahaha," suddenly, those around burst into laughter.

The moment Mother of No Life appeared, the atmosphere she carried seemed to break.

That compelling feeling to join dissipated instantly.

"Playing tricks," Uncle Qin's eyes flashed with disdain; he was all too familiar with Mother of No Life's tricks.

The unknowing might be easily deceived, but in Uncle Qin's keen eyes, there were flaws everywhere.

He could see the black wire at Mother of No Life's sleeve and the tricks in the beads around her neck.

Uncle Qin couldn't help but step forward and shouted toward Mother of No Life and her followers:

"Old ladies, what have you done with Ah Huang and the others, where are they now?"

Uncle Qin's voice, usually rough and loud, emphasized these words.

Old ladies~

Magnified indefinitely in front of the lathe factory.

Old ladies~

Old ladies~

.....

Even the Lifeless Mother, who wore a face full of compassion, twitched slightly, her irritation flashing briefly in her eyes before disappearing.

She returned to her expression of sorrow and sympathy for the world.

But even though she did not speak in return,

The group of followers behind her couldn't help themselves.

"How dare you speak to the Lifeless Mother who relieves suffering, you deserve the Zombie Punishment!" shouted one fanatic man.

Hearing what Old Qin had said, his face instantly contorted into a fierce expression, as if he had heard something unacceptable.

The others beside him felt similarly.

The Lifeless Mother was their god, their creator.

Their faith.

They couldn't tolerate any blasphemy against their faith.

"How dare you."

"How dare you!" Following that, other followers also angrily spoke up.

Hundreds of people shouted these two words, their voices booming.

Carrying a taste of purifying darkness, carrying a telekinetic force.

Hundreds of people glared at Old Qin together, accompanying their loud voices.

Striking directly at Old Qin.

This invisible, intangible momentum can indeed affect a person.

Old Qin seemed to be somewhat affected, his face turning slightly pale.

But he quickly regained his calm; a normal person might have been stunned under such circumstances, but Old Qin had years of experience on battlefields.

In his eyes, this was nothing.

The effect on him was merely a brief change in his facial expression.

Then,

Old Qin spoke again: "Old ladies."

This time, his words carried a mocking and ridiculing tone.

Furious.

Fury to the extreme.

These words deeply provoked the believers, their faces showing rage.

"He must be subject to the Zombie Punishment!"

"Flay him alive!"

"Kill him, chop off his head!"

"Kill all of them!"

.....

Behind the Lifeless Mother, those people grew even more furious, racing each other to say they would tear Old Qin to pieces.

"Mercy," the Lifeless Mother still wore a face of compassion.

Her followers behind her immediately ceased speaking, but anger still flared on their faces.

"There is cause and effect; everything is karma. This benefactor does not understand us, so he mocks, he curses, he gets angry.

It's all normal; he has never seen God, never been baptized.

His lack of understanding—we should not blame him.

Rather, we should pity him, for he is still in the sea of suffering.

His understanding is limited; what he says now isn't his true intention.

It's just that demons reside in his heart.

To cleanse the demons is to see the light.

Pity, pity, pity."

The repeated 'pity' from the Lifeless Mother made the followers look at Old Qin and his people with a mixture of sorrow and compassion.

They truly believed, genuinely believed that Old Qin and the others were so foolish because they hadn't received the baptism of light from the Lifeless Mother, which caused their arrogant words.

Humility is necessary.

Seeing this, Li Yu felt that the Lifeless Mother indeed had some capabilities.

This pattern,

Before the apocalypse, he had seen it in many chaotic cults.

The so-called understanding of oneself, understanding the world.

Limiting oneself, one must first adopt a humble attitude to see the light, to see the deity in the mystery.

Li Yu twisted his mouth, feeling somewhat speechless.

Indeed, at any time, there are no shortages of charlatans.

They just exploit the subconscious desire in people's hearts to find something to cling to, then magnify it, causing a person to doubt themselves and then instill new concepts.

Then, if something is achieved by doing certain actions, all credit goes to the deity.

But if what one wishes to do ultimately fails, then they brainwash themselves, blaming their lack of devotion.

"Still the familiar flavor," Li Yu murmured.

But he has his own faith.

Confidence.

Trusting himself.

He could also say, believing in Brother Yu brings eternal life.

The most common faith among his countrymen is to believe in ancestors and the gods of myriad realms.

But the people are pragmatic; they set a KPI for the gods.

If the gods can't fulfill it, then they will personally dismantle the gods from their thrones.

For instance, in ancient times when praying for rain, people would kneel before the Dragon King.

But if it doesn't rain, damn it, they would tear down the Dragon King's temple and smash his golden statue.

Or before the apocalypse, students would worship at the Confucius Temple before college entrance exams.

If they succeeded, though they might feel divinely blessed, deep down they would credit their own efforts, thankful to themselves.

But if they failed, then they would blame the Saint for not offering protection.

So it goes.