Heavenly Demonic Cultivation

Chapter 6

Zhao Hong's expression turned to one of satisfaction. The two women by his side had already lost control, nearly collapsing to the ground.

"No need to worry. With your slender arms and legs, Dahei couldn't possibly be satisfied," Zhao Hong sneered casually. Upon hearing this, the two women fainted in fright.

Zhao Hong nonchalantly pressed a nearby bell. Ding, ding, ding. Soon, a burly man hurried up from downstairs. He bowed respectfully, careful not to stare at the wolf-dog reveling in its meal.

"Boss, what do you need?"

Zhao Hong offhandedly said, "Bring Daho and Erho, get the car, and head to the Walmart."

"Right away, sir," the burly man nodded respectfully.

Moments later, outside the Haotai Hotel, two strong men struggled to push open the grand doors. A van sped away, its entirety reinforced with sturdy iron mesh. Spikes of steel adorned the front and roof.

As it moved, ordinary zombies were simply flung aside. Unless it met tens of thousands of zombies, it was the most dazzling presence on the streets!

The Haotai Hotel was a mere three kilometers from the Walmart. Yet, this journey was no longer through a society with flowing traffic, but rather through a city at the end of the day, overrun with zombies.

The streets were cluttered with abandoned vehicles and toppled billboards, and the path was anything but clear, fraught with myriad obstacles. It took a van a full two hours to finally reach the supermarket.

The car door swung open with a whoosh.

Zhao Hong alighted swiftly, followed by three dogs: Dahei, Daho, and Erho, the most loyal, cunning, and ferocious of his spirit hounds.

Zhao Hong cast a skeptical glance around. His vision and hearing, far superior to that of ordinary men, easily discerned something unsettling near the supermarket: an eerie quietude, devoid of even the faintest growl of zombies, with only the occasional scurrying of rats.

He was no stranger to territories ruled by high-level zombies, but such desolation and silence were unprecedented.

"Let's go in and have a look," he suggested, pointing towards the Walmart Supermarket. At his command, the spirit hounds growled softly and advanced into the supermarket via three different paths. Shortly after, their howls echoed through the building.

Zhao Hong furrowed his brow. Experienced in the nuances of canine sounds from his days in the dog business, he knew these barks signaled no danger.

"Leave someone with the car, and come up with me," he said casually.

"Yes," replied a sturdy man, stepping out of the car with bolstered courage to lead the way.

Soon, Zhao Hong and his companion reached the fifth floor of the supermarket unimpeded. The scene before him made his heart skip a beat. Five years had passed since the outbreak of the zombies, and he had grown accustomed to sights of gore.

However, this bizarre spectacle was new to him. Throughout the supermarket, from the first to the fifth floor, were scattered bits and pieces of zombie flesh. It was the height of summer when flies should swarm, yet none dared approach this place.

The sight on the fifth floor was particularly dreadful. Several large bathtubs lay there, each containing only a layer of dried, black-red blood filled with impurities.

In a nearby corner, two desiccated, emaciated zombies lay, their bodies riddled with holes from which red plants sprouted, though now these plants were all dead, having seemingly sucked dry all the nutrients from the zombies.

A tightness gripped Zhao Hong's chest at this chilling discovery.

"Boss... what should we do now?" The stalwart man beside him trembled visibly.

"Are you cold?" Zhao Hong suddenly asked.

The man shivered, "Cold, very cold. The temperature here is very low."

A sense of dread inexplicably rose in Zhao Hong's heart. The outside temperature was at least thirty degrees. Yet, inside the Walmart, he felt chilled to the bone. This was utterly abnormal.

Zhao Hong knew well that one must not linger in places that defy normalcy! "Let's go." He dared not stay any longer and turned to leave.

Once back in the car, he slowly regained his composure. "Did you bring gasoline?" Zhao Hong, lighting a cigarette and exhaling rings of smoke, suddenly asked.

"Yes, Boss. Your orders?" Both men nodded.

"Burn this shit place down," Zhao Hong said calmly.

"Yes!"

Moments later, thick, black smoke billowed above the Walmart. The piercing chill seemed to dissipate with the flames. Zhao Hong's anxiety finally eased.

"Let's go back." He casually flicked his unfinished cigarette out of the car window, propped up his legs, and said.

The van started again and soon vanished into the streets.

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In the lush forests outside Green River City in the Mystic Azure Realm of Yu Country, the empty space suddenly twisted. In the blink of an eye, a figure appeared out of nowhere, startling the birds atop the trees and scaring away the squirrels on the branches.

"I'm back." Chu Xuan surveyed his surroundings, took a deep breath, and smiled. The air here was filled with Spiritual Qi, far fresher than that of the apocalyptic planet.