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Chapter 182 Sir, have you seen my cat?

"Orion?! Bob! Damn it—!"

Lawrence struggled to his feet, picked up his glasses and put them on. He called out to everyone but no one responded. The crashed helicopter had rolled away and disappeared.

"Someone shot down our helicopter—who? The company? The National Guard? Damn it! What are they trying to hide?!"

Even Lawrence, a journalist whose edges had been smoothed out, couldn't help but start cursing the company and the federal government.

Fortunately, his backpack was not thrown out, and everything inside was still there, especially the camera he had bought at great expense. This was an important tool for him to record evidence, and it was crucial that it not be damaged!

Of course, mobile phones can also record videos, but the picture quality may not be very clear.

"No cell phone signal? Is it blocked or... damn it!"

However, when Lawrence took out his phone, he found that there was no signal at all, so he put it away and took out a flashlight to illuminate the surrounding environment.

After searching for a while, Lawrence finally found the wreckage of the helicopter, but unfortunately the brave black pilot, Bob, had already died in the cockpit.

The good news, however, was that he didn't see Orian's body; perhaps he had survived like himself.

Now, he has two choices: one is to rely on the stars and a compass to leave this place and seek help in a place with a signal; the other is to continue deeper to search for the missing Orion and his wife, Chris.

From where the helicopter crashed, he could already see the sealed-off village in the distance; some areas were brightly lit, while others were shrouded in darkness.

"Orion—Christine—wait for me!"

Lawrence finally made up his mind to head towards the village, unaware that some kind of creature was crawling across the dark, desolate cliffs around him.

However, what he saw next—

It was absolutely a nightmare!

No, it's hell!

As Lawrence approached the houses on the outskirts of the village, he was horrified to see a cow hanging on a cross, but the cow had a human body sewn onto it!

"No—was it sewn on?! Or... or is it a person with a bull's head?!"

Lawrence's breathing began to quicken with fear.

Keep going.

The houses in the village seemed to be alive, making noises that would startle him at the slightest provocation, keeping Lawrence in a state of extreme tension.

He even vaguely sensed someone observing him nearby, but when he pointed his flashlight and camera at them, he could only catch a fleeting glimpse of a hunched figure.

"Is it... an evil spirit?"

Lawrence's throat moved.

He then took out a Bible, a cross blessed by the cathedral, and a bottle of holy water that he had bought at a high price from his backpack. After all, when dealing with evil creatures, one still needs to have some exorcism methods.

Soon, these things proved to him just how useless they were.

Just as Lawrence continued deeper into the village, a tall, red-necked man carrying a huge axe suddenly appeared, but his skin was more white than red.

It looked like it had been soaked in water.

So is he an evil undead?

"In the name of the Lord! I command you to step down!"

Lawrence immediately took out a stand and a Bible and shouted at the big man.

Then the cross was chopped off by an axe, and the Bible in his hand became useless.

The holy water thrown on someone's head is no different from rainwater.

"Why?!"

Lawrence finally couldn't hold back anymore.

After recording the other person's appearance, he turned and ran.

They clearly bought these exorcism tools from the largest church in the Federation and even paid for a membership!

"How can it be completely useless?!"

In his panic, Lawrence not only failed to escape the village but instead ventured deeper into it. There he saw several charred corpses tied to a wooden stake in the center of the village, one of which had just been hung there and burned to death.

"Orion? Oh no—no!"

Lawrence was so frightened that tears welled up in her eyes.

Orion is dead, so will Chris also be dead?

Upon further inspection of the other wooden stakes, the remaining traces around them did not resemble burnt ordinary clothing, but rather some kind of combat uniform, along with unburned badges.

"Superhero—Get Out. And superhero Mr. Freeze! Even Supergirl is here?! So they didn't just disappear, they died here!"

Thump—!

Just then, the sound of an axe striking the ground came from behind.

That man caught up with us!

"Aaaaaaahh ...

Lawrence, on the verge of a mental breakdown, started running again, his camera still recording. Even if he died, he wanted to record everything here!

But having no idea where to go, he only stumbles into one terrifying slaughterhouse after another, where the "ingredients" are people, and the chefs are all deformed people!

The entire village has turned into monsters!

"Help! Lord! Please have mercy and save the lamb of the shepherd!"

Lawrence prayed with trembling lips, while his legs did not dare to linger for even a moment.

This is hell!

It must be hell on earth!

Just like how the gods influenced reality in the Egyptian upheaval!

But running for a long time will eventually lead to exhaustion. Soon, Lawrence collapsed due to exhaustion. And after his stunt, which resembled that of the Train King, a group of people had already followed behind him.

"it's over----"

Lawrence truly regretted not bringing a pistol.

Otherwise, if I were to give myself a good whack on the head right now, I could go see Chris in peace.

Buzz!

Just as he was preparing to die, a dazzling white light suddenly struck, blasting all those people away, some even turning into dust!

"?!"

Lawrence stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

Then a petite figure emerged from the darkness in the distance, came to Lawrence, and called out to him.

"Hello, sir? Are you still conscious?"

The girl waved her hand in front of him.

"wide awake?"

Lawrence stared at her blankly.

The girl before him, as lovely as a doll isolated from the world, was completely out of place in this village that resembled a slaughterhouse, making him think he was hallucinating.

"He can still talk? That's great!"

The girl breathed a sigh of relief and clapped her hands happily.

Then he started complaining to Lawrence.

"The people here are so rude! I just came to ask where Noshu (the black cat's name) is, and they inexplicably tried to hit me!"

"—Oh, right. Sir, have you seen my cat? Its name is Noshu! It's a very cute little cat!"