Apocalypse: I'm the Landlady of the Refuge

"Family, the Lord will always watch over us. Those who waver and betray will lose the Lord’s forgiveness and fall into a hell filled with demons, never again able to enter the blissful paradise!"

Lin Changhe, who had earlier lost control, was now fervently brainwashing everyone in the refuge.

"Roar!!!!"

While he was speaking, the ground suddenly shook violently behind the refuge, and the entire hill behind was trembling.

Before anyone had a chance to see what was happening, heart-wrenching screams along with bursts of zombie howls clearly reached everyone’s ears inside the refuge.

Lin Changhe paused slightly, squinting towards the direction of the hill.

All the half-infected who should have been locked in cages had come down the hill, and were now frantically running towards him.

How could this be?

The gates of the Corpse Refining Factory had been locked. How did they get out?

Although the half-infected had mostly lost their human features, it was not difficult to recognize what they once looked like as ordinary people.

Some survivors had recognized these ghostly half-infected as their loved ones, and the beliefs they had built in their hearts collapsed in an instant.

Fury and grief from being deceived swept through their bodies, causing them to emit heart-wrenching roars.

Lin Changhe’s pupils trembled, but he did not forget to continue brainwashing the crowd, "Don’t be afraid! They are undergoing the Lord’s punishment. As long as they persevere, they can receive the Lord’s forgiveness like me! Be reborn!!"

"Roar!!"

The first batch of half-infected had already approached.

This one still retained some of his sanity, and thus had a clear target, heading straight for Lin Changhe.

Naturally, Lin Changhe was not going to sit idly by and be killed, but just as he was about to make a move, he suddenly found he couldn’t move.

Looking down, he saw that at some point, his body had been completely wrapped in finger-thick vines. These dense vines prevented him from moving, much less fighting back or running away.

Fear finally appeared in Lin Changhe’s eyes.

In panic, he raised his head to look around, eventually fixing his gaze on a young girl surrounded by Wood Element Energy.

As their eyes met, the girl tilted her head and smiled silently, forming the words with her lips, "Don’t be afraid, the Lord will save you!"

Lin Changhe, "?!" Save you damn it!

Anger darkened his vision, but he no longer had the chance to resist, as the half-infected bit into his neck.

Amidst the fearful screams of the survivors, Lin Changhe felt a chunk of flesh being torn from his neck.

"Ssssss..."

What’s leaking?

Lin Changhe glanced down slightly to see blood spurting out in front of him, and his whole body shuddered.

Ah, I’m bleeding out!

Although his self-healing ability was strong, it seemed that he would die before such a wound could heal.

Will believing in the Lord grant eternal life?

Lin Changhe didn’t know, he only knew he was dying.

And he didn’t know whether he would just become a corpse or turn into a zombie after death.

But it didn’t matter now...

...

As the half-infected descended the hill, the entire refuge fell into chaos.

"Boom!!!"

From the direction of the Small Bamboo Forest came a blinding burst of fire, as someone ignited dynamite.

Running down the hill, Ji Wanwan immediately saw the blazing fire.

In the fireworks, Guo Dacheng was seen fleeing away with the director on his back, followed by six half-infected who had been released.

Even if reduced to ashes, these half-infected wanted to perish together with the director.

Director Guo Dacheng, with a dark gaze on his back,

Dammit, he had noticed something off about the new arrivals at the refuge just yesterday. He should have been decisive then and killed them all!

No worries, just start over again!

What’s so hard about rebuilding another refuge!

But just as the thought crossed his mind, the very Guo Dacheng carrying him stopped in his tracks. The director’s voice was hoarse and dissatisfied, "What’s going on..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw through a cloud of dust that, dozens of survivors from within the refuge stood before the two of them.

Each of these people had blood-red eyes filled with sorrow and rage, holding whatever weapons they could find—brooms, hammers, axes...

The director’s pupils constricted, "What are you doing? Are you trying to rebel?"

"Rebel?" Ji Wanwan, who had hurried over, heard this and laughed sarcastically, "It seems you not only think of yourself as the boss, but also as the emperor. What, you want to have it all, east and west? Aren’t you afraid of biting off more than you can chew and choking to death?"

Seeing Ji Wanwan, the director’s face changed, "You’re not dead?!"

Not only was this woman not dead, but she also looked well-fed and spirited.

How could this be?!

She had been locked up for so many days. Even if she hadn’t starved to death, she shouldn’t be as vibrant as she was now.

Ji Wanwan chuckled, "What, you were hoping I was dead? Too bad, I’m here to disappoint you."

The director’s expression turned extremely ugly, "Dacheng!"

As a half-infected, Guo Dacheng was strong, but he was always outnumbered.

His brows furrowed; he planned to just run away.

But the survivors and the half-infected didn’t give him the chance, charging straight at them: "Kill these beastly monsters!"

"Come on! We outnumber them; we aren’t afraid!"

"You crippled bastard, pay for my son’s life!"

"Die, deceiver!!"

"..."

As the crowd closed in, Guo Dacheng’s eyes were murky, "Overestimating yourselves..."

Unable to fight back with the director on his back, he kicked out at the nearest survivor.

But before his foot could make contact, he felt as if he had kicked an invisible barrier.

He tried reaching out a hand to feel it, but was hit by a club swung by a survivor, issuing a dull thud.

Although the club didn’t hurt him much, it infuriated him greatly.

Guo Dacheng grabbed the club, yanked it away, and struck back at the attacker.

"Thud!"

This time, Guo Dacheng clearly saw the club hit an invisible wall.

"What’s going on?"

As he was stunned, the attack from the survivors and the half-infected continued relentlessly. A variety of weapons and massive fists thudded against him and the director.

The director, not understanding what was happening, cried out in confusion, "Guo Dacheng! What’s wrong with you? Got beaten silly? Fight back!!"

Guo Dacheng had already fought back several times, each time hitting the invisible barrier, and he was on the verge of madness.

"Damn it..." Sweat trickled down his forehead as he cursed under his breath, "Is this some kind of evil spell?"

After another club hit, causing the director’s face to contort in pain, he yelled, "What evil spell?"

Seeing that fighting back was useless, Guo Dacheng frantically dodged the blows. But with so many people surrounding them, no matter how much he dodged, someone would close in, and no matter which direction he ran, this invisible barrier followed him like a shadow, making escape impossible.

Guo Dacheng had no idea what was happening and felt a chill down his spine, a shiver that wasn’t from the cold.

"Ah!!!"

The director on his back took another blunt hit, screamed in agony, and spat out a mouthful of blood...