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You can certainly destroy the necromantic control center made up of soul fragments, but Wan Qi can do so through the pre-programmed necromantic bacteria. Even without a head, I can still kill like Xing Tian.

Nobody says that the weakness of undead creatures is always their heads, right?

As the corpses rose from the ground, anyone with basic knowledge of magic would instantly realize that a terrifying agent of death—a necromancer—had appeared on the battlefield.

However, the newly recruited Reunion Movement followers in Lungmen certainly didn't know what these undead creatures were, mistakenly believing that their former comrades hadn't died and were now struggling to stand up again.

"Max, you're alive!"

"Max? Max? Max!"

"Don't come any closer!!!"

Terrified screams soon rose and fell as the undead creatures began attacking Reunion members on Wanqi's orders.

The image of the dead returning is too horrifying anywhere. At least, anyone who sees it for the first time will be frightened. Even elite soldiers might lose control of their emotions because of it, let alone a group of thugs who were previously disorganized and untrained.

"Monster! Monster!"

"Kill them! Kill these monsters!"

"This is hell, this is hell, Mom, I want to go home!"

"Run! Hell has descended!"

The slums were in chaos, but there was order even in the chaos. The most pitiful and innocent people huddled in corners, trembling, praying that the returning dead would not invite them to join them.

Don't worry about that, Wan Qi won't let them do that. So when the undead creatures carry out their missions, they are actually more precise and efficient, and they won't kill innocent people indiscriminately.

Unless the necromancer's order is to massacre the entire city.

This isn't Chang'an, and Wanqi isn't Huang Chao's place. It's not that serious, really not that serious.

Of course, some Reunion members did band together to fight back, but they were quickly overwhelmed by the swarming undead units, and they obviously couldn't deal with the corpses in time. Every fallen teammate replenished Wanqi's undead losses.

"Come on, yet another poor soul."

Wanqi slowly walked through the burning slum. The majority of the bodies here were not those of Reunion Movement members, but those of ordinary people who had lived each day with difficulty but still managed to abide by the law, only to have their lives taken away by a sudden disaster.

Sending their souls back to their origin, leaving behind only a few remnants, is Wan Qi's reward.

Every fragment of the soul has its own story, and every story will eventually fade into silence. The newly born undead units are not a continuation of those people's will, but merely another tool.

The necromancer who walks the path of death reveres and respects life more than anyone else.

Wan Qi does not collect these remains; he simply incinerates them, returning them to their original state.

Necromancers with principles are also known as "soul soothers," who bury the dead and comfort the souls.

At that moment, a voice struggling for survival reached Wan Qi's ears.

"help me……"

Section 45: The Humility of Survival

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Is it wrong to just want to survive?

I don't know, because no one has ever answered this question. But in this world, weakness is indeed the greatest original sin, because everyone can bully you and doesn't see anything wrong with it.

I can't remember what my parents look like at all, because I was kicked out when I was ten years old, simply because I was already ten and could barely support myself. There were more than a dozen brothers and sisters in the family waiting for my parents to raise me, and I couldn't add to the burden of this fragile family.

At least I can comfort myself a little; when my parents gave birth to me, they cried very sadly too.

Having no other choice means having only one choice; this world has never been kind.

"Please hire me! I'll work hard!"

Ten-year-old An Suo tried his best to introduce himself to the store manager.

"Get out of here! Kids do little work but eat a lot, and they're always dishonest. Get out of my way and don't get in my way of doing business."

"Manager, please give me one more time..."

"roll! "

A bright red slap was imprinted on my face, burning with pain, but my heart gradually grew cold.

This is the 17th shop to refuse my offer. I'm at my wit's end; I'm starving.

In his hunger and cold, an old hand offered him food.

"Eat up, poor child."

With tears streaming down her face, An Suo ate her first meal since leaving home next to a trash can.

The black bread wasn't tasty, but for her, the whole world felt warmer at that moment.

It was an old man from the Lupo tribe, and from that day on, the old wolf and the little rabbit became family.

Old Wolf was a craftsman, the kind who had a third hand, but he had principles. He would never take more food or money than he needed to survive; everything he did was for survival, and nothing more.

Poverty forces people to adopt alternative ways of living, but there are always some who, even in such times, are willing to uphold the most basic kindness.

"Like this, like this, and then like this, and you've got it. See?"

"Remember, we are thieves, but that's because we have no other choice. If we had a choice, we would definitely choose to be people who do honest work."

“We were forced to do this to survive, but we don’t harm anyone.”

The old wolf was like a campfire in this dark world, faint but enough to warm her.

The two thus formed a relationship that was both grandfather and grandson, as well as master and apprentice, making a living together on the streets.

Although Old Wolf's thieving skills were unparalleled, he rarely used them. Most of the time, the two would only steal after searching through all the trash cans and bins, making sure there was nothing to eat, and after begging and street performances had failed to bring in any food. And what they stole was almost always food.

Those were difficult days, but An Suo still found them heartwarming. The old wolf and the little rabbit had no fixed abode and had to find a suitable place to rest every day. They also had to be extra careful because the patrols would drive them away. Avoiding the patrols became a daily routine, and over time, An Suo even found some enjoyment in it.

She would be happy to have found a good place to rest today, nervous about almost being discovered, and then relieved that she hadn't been discovered, so she could finally get a good night's sleep with Old Wolf.

One morning, when An Suo got up as usual, he found that the old wolf beside him was not moving.

There were no last words, no conversation. Old Wolf's departure was so sudden. That day, An Su cried very sadly. After fainting, he dreamed that Old Wolf was still getting up as usual, wanting to go out with him to work for the day's food. But when he woke up, only his cold corpse was with him.

An Suo buried the old wolf in the wilderness with a shovel.

All she could do was dig as deep as possible to ensure that the old wolf's body wouldn't be dug up by passing wild animals. Burying the body in the city was impossible because all the land in the mobile city was extremely valuable. Even people living in the slums had to pay a monthly housing fee, and those who owned houses in the city paid property taxes. Those who couldn't afford these taxes would be ruthlessly evicted. This was why An Suo had to hide from the patrol teams.

Such people are called "unregistered residents" in Longmen, and they are the lowest level of people with the least security.

But fate loves to torment the unfortunate. Three days after Old Wolf's death, on a quiet night, An Suo suddenly woke up from his sleep, followed by an unimaginable heat boiling in his body, and then a bone-chilling cold.

She had seen people with similar symptoms, so she immediately realized that she had Oripathy.

If there really is a God in this world, can He tell me what I did wrong? If I haven't done anything wrong, then why does my life so far feel like atonement?

Still no one answered the question. When An Suo woke up again, all she could do was drag her tired body to find food.

Yes, foraging and eating are used to describe people; I was just a weak and hungry beast.

Fortunately, Ansor survived.

Unfortunately, Amsel survived.

What a contradictory life! To survive is both a blessing and a curse.

After becoming infected, Ansuo basically relied on theft to make a living. Her thieving skills became so refined that she could steal from the most unexpected angles with just a piece of wire that could be found anywhere.

But Ansuo still adhered to the principles Old Wolf had given her: she only took what she needed to survive and never took money from the poor. Even if she had too much money in her wallet, she wouldn't take a single penny more.

Because as long as she continues to do this, she will feel that the old wolf is still alive and still by her side.

But she also knew that the cruel Oripathy could flare up at any time, and each flare could be fatal. She had no money to buy medicine and no right to receive treatment, so waiting to die was her only option.

For some reason, she found herself looking forward to that final moment.

Once we cross that line, we'll be able to see Old Wolf again, right?

However, fate did not give her such an opportunity. The Reunion Movement invaded the Lungmen slums and quickly turned them into a living hell. Anso knew that these people were crazy, so she ran very fast. With her thorough knowledge of the various remote routes in the slums, escaping was not a problem.

But on their escape, An Suo saw an old man running away with his granddaughter.

In a daze, she seemed to see the old wolf pulling her along as they hid from the patrol years ago.

At this moment, only memories are swirling in the brain, but the body has already made its choice.

This was the first time that Ansuo had taken the initiative to attack anyone else, and it was against the Reunion Movement thugs.

She knocked down one of the thugs, then swung out the wire she usually used for thievery. Her skillful thieving technique was transformed into a precise tripwire, causing another thug to stumble.

That was all she could do; then the Reunion thugs rushed over and knocked her to the ground.

The only thing that comforted her was that the old man and the girl had run away.

Thug A: "Damn it, where did this lunatic come from!"

Thug B: "Still infected? Bah, traitor!"

Thug C: "Kill them! Traitors shouldn't live!"

The cold blade pierced his chest; it was cold, but An Suo felt a sense of relief.

At least, my blood isn't cold.

Just then, something changed. The Reunion Movement thugs screamed in terror, followed by splattering blood, flesh, and corpses. In the haze, it seemed as if a figure was approaching.

At this moment, An Suo, who was already on his deathbed, instinctively made a sound.

"help me……"

The figure quickly ran over, then crouched down, disregarding its own status as an infected person, and took its hand.

What warm hands, Old Wolf, have you come to pick me up?

"Don't worry, you'll be fine. Now get some sleep."

The girl in his arms slowly fell asleep under the nourishment of the life magic. Fortunately, the rescue was timely. As long as she had a breath left, Wan Qi could snatch her from the clutches of death.

Seeing the gruesome penetrating wound on the girl's chest gradually disappearing, Wan Qi's expression was no better.

War, smoke, terrorist attacks, massacres, and desperate civilians—these were all images on television in the past, and the authorities selectively released those images. It's impossible for them to actually broadcast live scenes of people swimming and flying around to entertain the entire nation.

But those in the midst of it must confront these things, including the mutilated remains of their loved ones.

She's just a child, what did she do wrong?

"Wait, what's this?"

Wan Qi noticed that the Originium crystals inside the girl's body were somewhat restless. According to the information, this was a sign that Oripathy was about to flare up. Each flare-up of Oripathy would erode the infected person's body until it broke through the threshold and exploded completely.

"Behave yourself!"

What a joke! This is someone I snatched from the jaws of death; how could I let you take him away like this?

It's just Originium crystals, right? Let me show you how to grab one and refine it in an instant!

"Um? "

Just as Wan Qi was about to borrow some of the power of the Red Sea World, the Originium crystal on the back of his right hand suddenly reacted.

It seemed to be some kind of Originium Arts technique. From Wan Qi's perspective, it was some kind of energy fluctuation. In any case, under the influence of the Originium crystal on the back of his hand, the Originium crystal in the girl's body began to rapidly detach from her body and then condensed into a piece of Originium crystal in Wan Qi's hand, which was obviously purified.

Under Wan Qi's mental perception, there was a large area of ​​shadow inside the girl's body, but after it was extracted, it was reduced to the size of a little finger, and the energy stability was also stronger, which is very much in line with the characteristics of high-purity Originium.

Why does Wan Qi know so much?

Reading more books after time travel is useful. Only the American "happy education" system would praise illiteracy as a sign of confidence.

Such a violent extraction of Originium crystals from the body will inevitably damage the body's structure, which is supported by these valuable Originium crystals.

But don't forget, Wan Qi is a necromancer; switching between life and death, killing and saving are basic skills for him. So he quickly resolved this part of the problem. After the girl's breathing stabilized, Wan Qi summoned his flesh and blood clone and had it take the girl to the Lungmen Guard Bureau. With his backing for saving her, they would definitely treat her well.

Looking at the Originium crystal in his hand, Wan Qi put it away first, intending to study it later.

After that, Wan Qi found many more survivors in the ruins.

Those who could move pointed out the escape routes. These routes had been cleared by the undead units, ensuring that no Reunion members would escape. They were considered safe passages at this time.

For those who were unable to move, Wan Qi summoned his flesh and blood clones to send them away.

However, it is too slow for one person to save people. The most efficient way is for everyone to work together. Therefore, the correct way to save more people is to more efficiently eliminate the Reunion Movement thugs.

"This is really annoying!"

Wan Qi swung his bone scythe violently, unleashing a furious slash at a residence, instantly destroying it completely.