The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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A glint of light flashed in Wang Meng's eyes.

He was about to regain his composure.

However, what followed piqued his interest.

A middle-aged man with pale skin and gold-rimmed glasses broke the silence with a hoarse voice.

His gaze involuntarily drifted out the car window, as if he could pierce through layers of obstruction to see the van following behind.

"We now have something in our vehicle that is far more terrifying than those monsters... no, far more terrifying than anything in this world that we can even imagine!"

This statement was like a boulder thrown into stagnant water.

Takashiro Soichiro's face turned even more gloomy than the night outside the window.

He spoke slowly, his voice low but filled with undeniable decisiveness: "That man... is definitely not a force we can control."

He is neither an ally nor a savior.

He is a demon, an unpredictable devil who could devour us all, bones and all, at any moment!

His words were agreed upon by everyone.

But what few people saw was the cold glint in Takashiro Soichiro's eyes, a mixture of humiliation and murderous intent.

"We can't keep him alive!"

The man with the receding hairline gritted his teeth and concluded, "Keeping him alive is always a risk!"

We must take care of him before he... loses interest in us!

"solve?

How to solve this?

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses gave a wry smile: "With a gun?"

Do you think that kind of thing would be useful to him?

Should we use Saeko's knife instead?

Forgive my bluntness, but that's no different from poking an elephant with a toothpick.

The carriage fell silent once again.

Yes, how do we solve this?

That's a monster that can flip a school bus with its bare hands!

A cold, venomous glint flashed in Takagi Soichiro's eyes.

He spoke slowly, word by word: "If the frontal approach doesn't work, then we'll try another method."

No matter how strong he is, he's still just a human being. He needs to eat and drink, right?

Poison!

This word, like a ghost, lingers in everyone's mind.

"You mean...at Fengyue Manor?"

"Yes."

Takashiro Soichiro's tone grew increasingly cold: "That's our territory. Food, water, hot springs... there will be plenty of opportunities to take advantage."

The warehouses there are stocked with potent drugs that could keep an elephant asleep for three days and three nights. Mixed together, even a god would have to lie down!

Fueled by fear, their plan took shape rapidly. They lowered their voices and began discussing the specific details, such as who would prepare the poison, how to administer it without being detected, and how to dispose of Wang Meng and Qin Hongmian's bodies afterward... The more they talked, the more excited they became, as if they could already see the dawn of victory. That long-suppressed desire for control returned to them once more.

Throughout the entire process, Saeko Busujima remained kneeling there without uttering a word.

Her hand rested gently on the knife on her knee.

She kept her head down, her long purple bangs obscuring her eyes, making it impossible to see her expression.

But if someone were to observe closely, they would notice that her fingers, resting on the hilt of the knife, were trembling slightly and almost imperceptibly.

It wasn't out of fear, but rather a kind of... mockery bordering on pity.

Behind Wang Meng's closed eyes, the previous excitement was gone, replaced by a purer, more malicious amusement. The curve of his lips widened even further.

"Honey trap?"

Poison me?

"Ha ha……"

Wang Meng slowly withdrew his senses, and behind his tightly closed eyes, a genuine gleam of excitement shone.

Poisoning, conspiracy, worry, the monk of the sun, the monk of the moon, the maid of the sun...

It seems he is very close to uncovering the true secret of this blessed land.

However, before that, we need to clean up some... debris!

The curve of his lips became even colder, and even more pleased.

Just as Wang Meng's thoughts were racing, the convoy finally reached the end of the tunnel.

"boom!"

The bulldozer roughly pushed aside the last few wrecked vehicles blocking the road.

The blinding, slightly blood-red light of the setting sun instantly filled the entire tunnel from the exit, causing everyone to squint instinctively.

As the van emerged from the tunnel, the view suddenly opened up before us.

It was a vast, boundless wilderness in the countryside.

The rolling hills were tinged with a warm orange-red by the setting sun, and the distant city silhouettes became blurred in the twilight, resembling a lurking steel behemoth.

Escape from the oppressive, stench-filled, and death-laden steel jungle of the city, the fresh, earthy air invigorated all the survivors in the convoy.

But what followed was an even deeper fear of the approaching night.

The sky was darkening at a visible speed.

The last rays of sunset, like embers that have burned out, struggle on the horizon, soon to be swallowed by the boundless night.

The convoy stopped.

Takashiro Soichiro pretended to hold an emergency meeting with the other key figures, his expression grave.

Wang Meng didn't listen to their discussion, because the outcome was already predetermined.

Sure enough, a moment later, the convoy changed direction.

They left the highway leading to the city's main thoroughfare and drove along a secluded country road into the depths of the mountains.

Their destination was "Fengyue Manor," a sprawling hot spring resort owned by the Dokushima family on the outskirts of the city.

That place was the private territory of the Dokushima family, usually deserted and located halfway up the mountain, isolated from the world.

In today's zombie-infested world, it is undoubtedly an excellent refuge.

The fact that it was deserted meant that there were unlikely to be any zombies there, and the manor was well-equipped and had plenty of supplies, enough to support the survivors for a long time.

At the same time, it is also a good place to carry out secret plots!