The Chef Rules the Last Days
Chapter 352 - 351: Cult

Chapter 352: Chapter 351: Cult

As dusk fell, there was still no sign of Li Ming returning, and a bad premonition settled in Li Yun’s heart. He leaned on Aunt Mei to make his way to Li Ming’s study and, upon making contact with the laboratory, he promptly smashed the handset to the ground.

The helicopter had failed to retrieve anyone, the supplies were returned on the same route, and all trades were nullified.

His brother and the people of the five combat vehicles had vanished into thin air...

Li Yun’s legs trembled as he collapsed to the ground, a layer of deathly ash settling in his black pupils, while Aunt Mei beside him was so frightened that she was quivering, "Tongtong is still upstairs..."

"Bring her to my villa," Li Yun waved Aunt Mei’s helping hand aside, his eyes downturned as he staggered out the door, the thick cloak on his back trailing on the ground. His emaciated silhouette looked lonely and desperate.

Days later, Mu Rou gazed upon the silent town and the numb faces of its people and finally understood what Su Mo had meant by seizing the opportunity.

Not a single superpower user from the epidemic prevention zone who escorted Su Mo and the others had returned. Their fate was all too clear.

All were dead.

Mu Rou prayed sincerely in her heart that Su Mo would survive.

...

Having lost Su Mo again, Yang Yichu’s inner rage and despair had reached their peaks, "Always, always blocking me, I’ll kill you all!"

No one would know that such an insignificant-looking zombie had left no survivors in its wake wherever it went. The zombie army was growing by the day.

...

When Su Mo awoke once more, she was in a continuously shaking vehicle, and the sky outside was very dark.

Her body was in unbearable pain, and she tried to move her legs, but there was no response from her entire body. Though her consciousness had returned, her body remained immobile.

She slowly opened her eyes and blinked hard twice before she could make out the figure sitting in front of her in the pitch-black carriage.

She was in the spacious trunk, trying to turn her gaze. Upon seeing a strand of silver hair next to her, she breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, Lu Chen was still there.

She couldn’t speak, she couldn’t move, and her field of vision was limited to where her eyes could see.

When the barrel of a gun was pressed against her head, a pair of striking, bell-like black and white eyes appeared in front of her, with a hint of excitement and joy in them.

The man wore a mask, obscuring his full face. Su Mo was confused for a moment, but the familiar contour of his face made her heart race.

Her eyes widened in shock as she recognized the man holding the gun to her forehead.

Jianxiong!

But... why?

Su Mo was surprised to see him alive and was happy, but at that moment, she didn’t even have the strength to speak.

"Is that woman awake?" The skinny man in front turned to look at Su Mo.

Jianxiong pressed the gun against Su Mo’s head a bit harder and said gruffly, "Don’t worry; I’m watching her. She doesn’t even have the strength to speak."

"The drug is wearing off. Remember to top it up," the skinny man nodded, a hint of excitement in his voice, "If that boy is reliable, we can start a new world. God will surely bless us."

Jianxiong laughed and said loudly, "No doubt!"

Su Mo scoffed to herself, What god? Her gaze drifted over the cross hanging on Jianxiong’s neck, her eyebrows furrowed with questioning. When had he started believing in religion?

Once Jianxiong made sure no one in the vehicle ahead was watching him, he traced a few words lightly on Su Mo’s back with his finger.

’They’re all safe’.

’Cult, boy, healing.’

Ten words, after Jianxiong finished writing he resumed the posture of holding a gun, his face still fierce.

Although Su Mo didn’t know what had happened to Jianxiong during this time, she breathed a sigh of relief when she knew her companions were all right. However, that relief was quickly followed by the realization that their radio frequency had indeed been intercepted by these desperados, and there was certainly more trouble to come.

But with the traitor Jianxiong around, she didn’t feel so nervous anymore.

Su Mo sighed internally; not only had they fallen into the hands of the cult, but they also learned that the Western Region was a big trap.

Her eyes gradually dimmed. Where in the world was safe anymore? Did she have to create a safe place herself?

After walking on the road for two days straight, every day Jianxiong, under the surveillance of several superpower users with not weak levels, would give Su Mo and the others anaesthetic drugs to ensure they had no chance to resist and could smoothly reach their destination.

Lu Chen had also woken up during this time, but after discovering Jianxiong mixed in with the cult, both he and Su Mo didn’t feel so vigilant.

The only thing that worried Su Mo was Ling Ye and Jiang Zhuoyang. They weren’t in the same vehicle, and with not a drop of water in two days, she didn’t know how the two kids were doing.

Fortunately, Jianxiong had gone to talk to them and, upon returning, told them the two children and the adults were all fine.

When night fell again, the vehicle took a mountain road. How did Su Mo guess?

It was due to the exceptionally bumpy journey, the whole trip was slanted; they must have been brought to a mountain.

About half an hour of climbing the mountain later, the convoy slowly came to a stop.

Several blinding lights shone into the vehicle, and a few people dressed in uniform black came up to check their vehicle. Su Mo was shone in the face with a flashlight, and after recognizing that it was the cargo, they needed, they were let through.

The group was officially transported into the mountains.

In their ears were the cheers of the desperados.

The adolescent phrases like ’God has sent the Savior to the Empress’s side.’

If Su Mo had the energy, she would definitely roll her eyes at them hard.

But the fact was, she was injected with an anaesthetic again...

Before falling unconscious, she saw the worried look in Jianxiong’s eyes.

In the spacious and luxuriously decorated hall that looked resplendent with gold and glitter, the woman sitting in the chief seat, her face painted with strange patterns, lifted a satisfied expression upon receiving the message. When she saw the infant in Jianxiong’s arms, she was even more astonished and stood up, her hands painted with black nail polish taking the child with extraordinary care,

"This is God’s gift!"

Jianxiong didn’t speak, only revealing a smile as he removed his mask.

"You did well," the Empress said with approval, inspecting him, "Aside from the experimental subjects, let the others go and atone to God."

Jianxiong’s smile stiffened, and he spoke roughly, vividly describing Lu Chen and the others as extremely powerful. In the end, he bowed his head, his brawny body bent over in a show of humility,

"We can make them into believers of God."

The Empress, shaking the infant in her hands, was somewhat swayed by the idea. In the empty hall, Jiang Zhuoyang’s crying was particularly loud.

At this moment, no one dared to speak.

It was not until the Empress spoke, "If that’s the case, then put them in the Devil’s Cage. If they survive, they are eligible to become Angel Envoys."

The words ’Devil’s Cage’ almost made Jianxiong lose his composure; he knew all too well what was inside. But, if it was the boss and the others, they should be able to handle it, right?