Gacha games can't save this bizarre world.

However, there are still more than 10,000 people living in this slum!

Although they are in dire straits, struggling to survive each day, many are plagued by illness and have no hope, seemingly just waiting to die. But they are not dead yet.

Is this really good?

Chapter 339 Too Soft-Hearted

"I'm taking risks for Amis, I'm the Amis's savior~" Zhao Hao hummed a little tune as he walked through the slums.

Orange-seat, looking unwilling, resentful, and with a bitter expression, was perched on his shoulder.

This place is filthy, cramped, and stinks; it's something that Grandpa Orange really loathes.

Forced to go to work...

Zhao Hao finally decided to go in and take a look.

To be honest, we should have just shut it down. Anyway, it's the higher-ups' decision, why should I try to be a hero?

But then I thought, I can't just become like those animals above me, or I'll be assimilated!

We have to go in and see what's going on, give it a try.

Even if it ultimately can't be resolved and a complete lockdown is necessary, at least I'll have done my best. At least I won't feel guilty.

He left the black-clad agents outside and went into the slum alone.

Of course, walking alone in dimly lit, low, and cramped corridors and passageways at times like this would be too eerie. So it's best to find someone to share the joys and sorrows with.

With a fat cat on my shoulder and Wangcai (my dog) in the shadows at my feet, things feel much more balanced. At least I'm not the only one suffering!

However, it must be said that the Amis people find joy even in hardship. Look at this environment, they still manage to graffiti everywhere, leaving virtually no blank wall.

What "fa ke" and "sha te"? They spout all sorts of flowery language.

There were also indescribable patterns painted with paint, which was simply a "temple of supernatural arts".

As Zhao Hao passed by some simple houses and doors, he could sense the presence of people behind many of them.

But a sense of loneliness pervaded the slums, as if everyone was hiding in their rooms and unwilling to come out, making it seem as if no one else was there.

Various odds and ends were scattered in every corner: broken tables and chairs, tattered boxes, rotten wood, illegally connected wires, rusty water pipes, scraps of paper, household garbage... you name it.

And as you walk along, you'll find that the road ahead is blocked.

If this place catches fire, it will probably be a living hell.

Sometimes there's a crack or hole on one side of the corridor, and you don't know where it leads if you crawl inside.

To be honest, even with Zhao Hao's intelligence, he was a bit lost. Although he remembered the way he came, the layout here was too complicated. It was a three-dimensional space where you could go up, down, left, right, forward, and backward. There were stairs and passageways everywhere, and dead ends or closed iron gates at the end of the way...

This place might not be very large in area, but this multi-level route is absolutely terrifying. It's like racking up WeChat steps!

"Should we knock on the door and go in to ask?" Zhao Hao muttered to himself, stroking his chin.

"Hurry up! I need to go back to sleep!" Orange yawned.

"Sleep? Yes, that's a good idea. Let's dream about them. Let's trap them all in dreams..."

Zhao Hao materialized his dream and wrapped it around a large area of ​​the surrounding real world.

He allowed dreams and reality to merge to a certain extent within this barrier. In this way, dreams reflected into reality, and reality fell into dreams…

As soon as Zhao Hao saw this, he realized something was wrong; too many nightmares had occurred here.

Generally, dreams dissipate after the dreamer wakes up, though some traces may remain. However, these traces quickly disappear, and the dream is completely gone; the dreamer remembers it, and no one else can know its content.

But this place is different. Too many nightmares that overlapped in a short period of time left a lot of traces, so much so that there are very obvious traces here.

"Could a nightmare have escaped from the dream and come here? No, the number is wrong!"

Zhao Hao's prior intelligence indicated that there were at least 10,000 permanent residents here, a figure estimated more than half a year ago.

But why are there so few people here now? Are there even three thousand? Probably not! Two thousand would be a good number!

Even including those on the outer layer, there are at most five thousand people.

The scene deep inside the slum was far worse than what I saw at the entrance. In many places, rows of houses were completely empty. In some houses, I could even see half-eaten food…

Nearly 10,000 people have disappeared?

And what the hell is this thing?

Zhao Hao walked forward for more than ten meters, grabbed the doorknob of an iron gate, crushed it, and pushed the door open to go inside.

It was like a cellar without windows, a stuffy cage where even breathing was difficult.

If there's any ventilation here, it's only the rat holes in the wall.

Unwashed tableware and kitchen utensils were scattered throughout the room, which served as both a bedroom and a kitchen.

The rotten food, broken wood, and furniture emitted a nauseating stench, and the walls were covered in mold.

In this room of less than 20 square meters, there was a double bed for three people and a crib where a baby was lying. However, now a monster was lying on the bed.

It was a humanoid monster covered in swollen pustules, and its arms had turned into bloated, giant claws covered in black barbed claws.

His reaction seemed slow. It took Zhao Hao more than ten seconds after entering the room for him to suddenly jump up from the bed and swing his large, not-so-agile but deadly claws at him.

The barbs on its claws carved several deep marks directly into the wall.

This is a mutant!

In his dream, Zhao Hao discovered that deep within the slums, there were many abnormal supernatural monsters, including a considerable number of mutants!

How can there be such a concentrated phenomenon of distortion? Could there be something special about this place?

And what about those people? They've vanished without a trace, neither alive nor dead.

Zhao Hao reached out, his golden hand grasping the mutant. Instantly, a great light burst forth, like a small sun in the room. Two seconds later, the mutant was reduced to ashes. This Sun Fist is quite useful; a powerful cremation tool.

Within a hundred meters or so of his perception range, there were several other such aberrant individuals.

After eliminating several more mutants, Zhao Hao discovered even more traces.

These mutants had all been attacked; there were signs of fighting nearby. Something attacked them, then took their families and friends, and forced or induced them to become mutants.

An overly distorted mental state can lead to aberrations in many situations.

And that thing intensified this distortion as it attacked them.

It can be said that these mutants were all survivors of the attack.

Something is hunting in this slum, and it has kidnapped all the people.

These mutants had various forms: some had scales on their bodies, some had hands that turned into pythons, and some had grown a sticky, long tongue. The most extreme case Zhao Hao encountered was an old woman who made a living by prostitution and had grown tentacles with teeth...

Past suffering deepened the darkness in their hearts, and the high concentration of psionic energy in this environment increased the possibility of mutation. The intense stimulation during the attack caused them to mutate.

Although they weren't killed, they were practically dead. They were no longer human; they had become utter monsters.

This slum, resembling a ruined building, is like a distorted petri dish.

The most urgent task is to find the monster that has harmed nearly several thousand people. How did it manage to make so many people disappear so silently?

Zhao Hao felt that passively searching like this wasn't a solution, so he decided to use bait to lure the monster out.

Orange: Why are you looking at me like that?

Chapter 340 Graffiti Paradise

Given that Comrade Orange struggled frantically and refused to submit, running away as soon as he was put on the ground, Zhao Hao finally used a large number of paper shikigami disguised as humans as bait.

About ten paper figures, disguised as ordinary people, including men, women, young and old, black and white, were scattered around the heart of the slum.

Zhao Hao couldn't possibly operate on a ten-tiered system, and besides, these paper figures were low-end products that could only execute simple commands. So it all seemed a bit strange.

For example, you walk in this direction.

The paper figures will foolishly walk in the direction of the road, naturally aware of obstacles, but if they encounter a dead end or a place they cannot climb over or crawl through, they will start banging their heads against the wall.

In the dimly lit, dark stairwell with very few lights, a person with a blank expression and vacant eyes slowly and rhythmically banged against the wall. This was even more eerie than the deathly silence of the place!

We don't know if the monster that attacked people will fall for the trick.

After a while, Zhao Hao looked down at Tachibana, and Tachibana looked up at Zhao Hao.

"Looks like they weren't fooled..." In the next instant, the person and the cat separated and jumped away.

Zhao Hao was in the narrow corridor, and could only jump backward, hanging on the wall like a painting.

Orange went even further, squeezing headfirst into a drawer of an old table; no one knows how it managed to get in.

This is a passive strike! This is silent retaliation against Zhao Hao for using it as bait!

Where Zhao Hao and Ju Zuo were standing, a strange thing appeared.

It's like a three-dimensional, floating, large-area semi-transparent fabric with "patterns"?!

It occupies a huge area, part of which is on the ground, part of which is on the walls, and a small part of which is on the ceiling.

Zhao Hao noticed the various stains and graffiti on one wall and immediately realized what it was.

It's like a giant graffiti that can move across a flat surface and form a three-dimensional image in space.

Zhao Hao saw various obscene words, slogans, and famous quotes flowing and changing on its "body," as well as various graffiti, spray paintings, signs, and so on.

This is a piece of "graffiti" that has come to life and detached itself from the wall!

Zhao Hao found it a bit unbelievable. Although he had heard that some paintings in the Song Dynasty would turn into ghosts and that the content of the paintings would become spirits and monsters, he never expected that such a large area of ​​graffiti could also become a ghost!

Although this might seem discriminatory towards street culture, fundamentally speaking, good or bad art is essentially the same thing.

The graffiti-covered eerie creature seemed a bit slow-witted; after failing to ambush Zhao Hao and Orange, it appeared somewhat bewildered. It swayed and shifted in place, hesitating for quite some time.

Zhao Hao saw many lifelike human face graffiti and human figure graffiti flashing by on it, sometimes representing a family, and sometimes more people gathered together.

Zhao Hao sensed a very strange aura emanating from the graffiti. It wasn't the aura of a single person or thing, but rather the convergence of the auras of hundreds, even thousands, of people. The graffiti had swallowed and absorbed all of them.

Those who were absorbed by the graffiti, in a sense, did not die, but became part of the graffiti!

Having swallowed thousands or even tens of thousands of people, this thing possesses an immense amount of spiritual energy, even more abundant than that of an ordinary bronze-level superhuman.

However, this thing seems to only have certain instincts and no brain, let alone the ability to utilize psionic energy. It only has the instinct to devour people and does not know any way to mobilize psionic energy.

This thing seems to have limitations; at least it gave up on those mutants and didn't choose to swallow them.

That's normal. This eerie graffiti was clearly created for some reason and follows certain rules. For example, it only eats humans.