Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 335 Current Status of Jiangwen Street
Before long, the Universiade was approaching Jiangwen Street.

Doris put away her violin and looked into the distance with Zheng Fan.

"What's going on? There's a strange feeling, a strange noise, it's like the roar of hell." Her Seed of Light was affected by what was coming from the street in front of her.

Zheng Fan didn't need to perceive it in much detail: "It smelled like nothing but illusion."

Now, the entire Jiangwen Street seems to be filled with illusions.

However, the scent was so uniform, just like the one I had smelled many times before when I was in Jiangwen Street. Its immense size all came from the illusion of baiting by the Longevity Society.

Zheng Fan hadn't heard anything about the disaster situation in Jiangwen Street because communications hadn't been restored yet. Now, looking down directly from the sky, he could see it clearly.

The damage was quite severe; as a bustling neighborhood, the earthquake's impact seemed to have been unleashed upon this place without reservation.

High-rise buildings collapsed and the viaduct was reduced to piles of overturned building blocks.

The city, which should have been brightly lit, has become a desolate wasteland shrouded in gloom.

A thin red mist of blood permeated the city, and Zheng Fan saw figures moving within it—grotesque humanoid shapes pieced together from white bones and writhing flesh.

The images of those members of the Longevity Society transforming into flesh-and-blood humans seem to be everywhere on the streets of Jiangwen.

Boom!

Suddenly, a loud bang came from afar.

Zheng Fan and Doris looked into the distance and saw a gigantic beast of flesh and blood, made of earth and stone, crawling on all fours. It had a pair of fleshy wings with a lot of crystal fragments extending from its back. Apart from that, its main body was an irregular, twitching ball of flesh. As it moved, its body trembled and an unknown liquid could be seen dripping out.

The flesh monster was fighting a group of people in white. Zheng Fan saw Zhang Xue, the chief of Jiangwen Street, whom he had poisoned.

This unlucky chief seems to have encountered bad luck once again. The street he is in charge of inexplicably switched to an apocalyptic state after an earthquake, with monsters roaming the streets and blood mist spreading everywhere.

"While other places are fighting disasters, this place is playing with post-apocalyptic wasteland," Zheng Fan couldn't help but say.

"Approaching the airspace above Jiangwen Street... Air defense network detected, high level of defense, difficult to penetrate." At this point, the Yunhe aircraft had slowed down and reported the situation.

"The air defense network here has become tighter?" Doris was a little puzzled. She had passed through several streets on the way here, and the air defense was basically paralyzed at that time. Why is it that the air defense network has been set up again on Jiangwen Street?

Zheng Fan switched the information receiving mode and, as expected, saw the reason: "Because we can't let the things in Jiangwen Street spread. No wonder communications haven't been restored yet. Besides the difficulty in repairing internal communications, I'm afraid Dadu is also blocking information."

In addition to the air defense network, the bureau also erected a tight perimeter around Jiangwen Street, effectively sealing off the area and prohibiting any unauthorized entry or exit.

The area surrounding Jiangwen Street is entirely a white city zone, but now the restrictions of the white city zone have been broken by the earthquake. If these things are allowed to spread, the consequences will be unimaginable.

It's unbelievable that things have escalated to this point, and that the Jiangwen Subdistrict Office's response has been so slow.

However, Zheng was not surprised at all; the Changsheng Society's infiltration of Jiangwen Street was all for this moment.

The baiting illusion has infinite possibilities as long as it can spread the bait.

This is the time of a major earthquake! There's no need for the old facades, concealment, and deception; no need to run any clubs. Now, all it takes is a rallying cry: whoever doesn't want to die in this earthquake disaster, or even gain eternal life, can join them!

People living in gray neighborhoods will subconsciously hesitate when faced with such blatant temptation.

The people in the White City did not mean to look down on them, but those who originally lived in a secure environment were now facing such a disaster and could easily be lured into a trap.

Coercion and enticement, along with various other methods of spreading bait, were employed. The illusion of the Longevity Society was rapidly absorbing nutrients from across the entire Jiangwen Street, growing quickly.

Realizing the danger, the surrounding authorities reacted relatively quickly to intercept and block the virus, preventing its further spread.

Even a single street like Jiangwen Street would be a feast for the decoy illusion. That flesh-and-blood behemoth is perfect proof of that.

"Go straight in," Zheng Fan ordered.

He has no time to worry about these trivial matters right now; whatever is in his way can only be left to them to try their luck!
The Grand Canal would not question Zheng Fan's decision. From hovering to high-speed shuttle, it only took a few seconds. When it got close enough, the radar deployed by the processing bureau broke through the Grand Canal's own hidden hardware and detected it.

But the acceleration of the Universiade was still too rapid.

From the moment the radar went off until the officers on duty looked at the radar screen, the black dot on it flashed across several grids.

"Attention! Something is about to break through—"

Whoosh-!
The anti-aircraft missiles had already responded in time, accurately predicting the trajectory of the Yun-10 despite its extremely high speed.

But Da Yun didn't dodge or avoid it; he just crashed head-on into it.

Boom!

A series of fireworks exploded in the air, and then the aircraft pierced through the smoke, leaving others far behind. On the ground, only a fleeting moment was captured when the Yun-16 aircraft briefly lost its optical camouflage upon colliding with the missile, before it immediately disappeared from sight and quickly left the radar range.

The people at the ground camp looked at each other in bewilderment.

Because things happened so quickly, and thankfully the other side was only making an inward breakthrough, the good news is that they still have time to play dumb.

As for whether they should play dumb, Zheng Fan couldn't be bothered to care.

Da Yun arrived at Zheng Fan's primary destination on this trip, and after the cabin door opened, he and Doris jumped out together.

Located in Jiangwen Street, near the city center, this bar is situated in a quiet corner.

From the outside, it appears to have miraculously survived the massive earthquake.

While hoping that the zombie girl was alright, Zheng Fan and Doris approached the tavern and noticed that there was also a cordon around the tavern!
Some people were engaging in spiritual practice in the buildings surrounding the bar that hadn't collapsed.

There were quite a few people gathered in this bar.

Did it also become a gathering place for survivors?

Zheng Fan felt that the zombie girl was in a bit of trouble.

“They noticed me,” Doris said, noticing someone looking at her.

"Try to negotiate if you can, otherwise break through. I have other things to do. I'll have to go over there when they start, so hurry up," Zheng Fan said without much thought.

Doris nodded, and as she moved closer, a laser beam was already aimed at her forehead.

However, her expression remained unchanged. Smoke and blood swirled around her black dress, the two decorative panels on it subtly reflecting light, and she continued walking without stopping.

"Don't come any closer," a voice said.

Zheng felt that the voice was somewhat familiar.

When I saw the source of the sound, I knew what it was. Wasn't that the bartender who worked 24/7 without a break, who was used to everything and kept a low profile?

At this moment, the young man, dressed in a somewhat tattered bartender's uniform, stood behind the doorway and spoke to Doris.

His expression was solemn: "No matter who you are, we are not accepting anyone here for the time being."

(End of this chapter)