Apocalypse: Master of Soul Beasts

"Do you want revenge?"

An abrupt voice sounded beside her ear, causing Bai Feifei's eyes to flash with a fearsome light.

"I do! Very much so!"

She didn't bother asking "Who is it?" or making other irrelevant remarks. Such things didn't matter. The owner of the voice, whose gender was indistinguishable, had spoken a single sentence that pierced straight to the depths of Bai Feifei's heart, expressing precisely what she most desired at this moment!

"Hehe. Then, even if it means paying with everything you have, you wouldn't care?"

The eerie voice sounded again. This time, Bai Feifei found its source. Shockingly, it was from within her own body.

But, these details, they truly weren't important!

"I want to kill them all! Kill every single one of them! Sacrifice everything? After my younger brother died, what do I have left?"

A voice filled with hatred, tinged with desolation, came from Bai Feifei's mouth. Fortunately, there was no one else around her.

"Hehe, excellent. Since you've made your decision, then I will teach you. Teach you how to drag them all down to hell with you!!!"

...

The night passed just like that.

Dawn had fully broken.

Wen Yu let out a huge yawn from his bed and glanced at the wall clock in his room. It was already noon.

KNOCK KNOCK.

"Wen Yu, come down to eat. Zhang Wenhu has arranged a feast to bid us farewell."

It was Sun Ruixing at the door.

"Alright, give me a moment."

Wen Yu got out of bed and vigorously rubbed his face. His slightly muddled mind instantly cleared considerably.

After tidying himself up, Wen Yu opened the bedroom door.

Outside the room, Sun Ruixing and Sun Aotian were waiting quietly.

"Brother Wen Yu, when will you leave?" Sun Aotian asked quietly from the side.

"We'll leave after this meal."

"Then, can you take me with you?"

Once Sun Aotian said this, Wen Yu and Sun Ruixing immediately fell silent.

Neither of them trusted Sun Aotian.

Even someone with Sun Ruixing's temperament understood that a person who was weak yet scheming would absolutely not make a good teammate.

"The place we're going to is very dangerous, and your strength is a bit lacking," Wen Yu said evasively.

Actually, all three of them knew where Wen Yu was going. This statement was clearly a blatant lie.

However, even if Wen Yu was telling a blatant lie, Sun Aotian had to listen to it as if it were the truth!

"Mm, then I won't go."

Sun Aotian nodded from the side, his lowered head effectively concealing the emotions in his eyes.

...

Downstairs, in the familiar small restaurant, it was the same private room as before.

As soon as Wen Yu's group of three entered the room, Zhang Wenhu immediately stood up.

"Come, come, Brother Wen Yu, sit here. Your old brother will open a couple of good bottles of wine today to give you a proper send-off!"

Wen Yu looked at Zhang Wenhu's enthusiastic face and couldn't help but smile as he replied, "Thank you, Brother!"

Everyone at the table understood Zhang Wenhu's intentions. He simply wanted Wen Yu to leave as soon as possible. For every day Wen Yu stayed here, Zhang Wenhu wouldn't have a moment's peace.

Wen Yu understood this as well, but Zhang Wenhu's attitude didn't arouse any anger in him.

After the three of them were seated, Zhang Wenhu was the first to raise his glass for a toast, smoothly shifting the conversation to what had happened that morning.

"Brother, I don't know how your reconnaissance of the mountain area went this morning?"

This matter was definitely a thorn in Zhang Wenhu's side, a thorn even sharper than the problems Wen Yu himself presented.

Wen Yu shook his head. "I saw that Giant Eagle. But it can fly, and I can't handle it by myself. If my estimate is correct, the one capable of driving out that Giant Eagle possesses strength that is definitely not something I can deal with. I thought about it very seriously and decided to forget it."

As Wen Yu finished speaking, a flicker of disappointment flashed through Zhang Wenhu's eyes.

Wen Yu saying 'forget it' meant 'you guys handle this matter yourselves.'

And could Zhang Wenhu and the others resolve this trouble? Clearly, it was impossible.

"Well, let's not talk about these things. Let's eat and drink well. I've also prepared some food and water for you, Brother; they're downstairs. Don't forget to take them when you leave."

"Thanks, Brother Hu."

Wen Yu nodded, unceremoniously accepting Zhang Wenhu's goodwill.

...

Just as everyone in the restaurant was feasting and toasting, a disheveled figure stumbled into the encampment.

It was Bai Feifei.

After the incident that morning, Bai Feifei had left the settlement, and no one knew where she had gone.

The current Bai Feifei was covered in bloodstains, her body riddled with wounds.

The wounds weren't bite marks from a mutant beast; they looked more like they were scraped by something sharp.

Combined with her blood-soaked clothes, the grotesque wounds on her face, and her hair matted with blood scabs, she looked like an avenging spirit from hell.

"Where's Little Fei?" Bai Feifei stopped a professionist in the encampment and asked calmly.

The professionist frowned, perhaps finding Bai Feifei's blood-soaked state repulsive, or perhaps he simply wanted nothing to do with her as a person.

"He's eating at the restaurant."

"Thank you."

After thanking the professionist, Bai Feifei walked towards the small restaurant in the encampment.

Her steps, though weak, carried an unprecedented determination!

In Bai Feifei's hand, a pure black spherical crystal was being continuously steeped in her blood, its color growing ever deeper!

This was the weapon for Bai Feifei's revenge!

...

BANG!

The door to the private room was kicked open, causing Zhang Wenhu's smiling face to instantly stiffen.

"What are you doing?"

Looking at Bai Feifei at the door, who resembled a vengeful spirit, Zhang Wenhu frowned and said.

Zhang Lifei had already told Zhang Wenhu everything about the morning's incident, not missing a single detail.

Zhang Wenhu's reaction, however, was merely to look at the already healing wound on Zhang Lifei and give him another bottle of healing potion.

Death was a common sight in the post-apocalyptic world. As long as it wasn't his own son who died, Zhang Wenhu couldn't be bothered to care who it was!

"Who let you in? Get out," Zhang Lifei, who was sitting near the door, said coldly to Bai Feifei.

The current situation was somewhat beyond Zhang Lifei's expectations.

After all, everyone in the encampment now understood that Father Zhang and his son had already taken control of the encampment's authority, and no one in the encampment could resist them.

Therefore, Father Zhang and his son hadn't arranged any guards at the entrance of the restaurant.

With Zhang Wenhu's temperament and status, he disdained to do such things to put on airs, or rather, he didn't have enough manpower to do so.

This led to Bai Feifei walking all the way to the private room without encountering any obstruction.

"Deal with this matter!" Zhang Wenhu glanced at Wen Yu, who was quietly eating his food, then looked at Bai Feifei by the door, and said sharply to Zhang Lifei.