Hearing the noise from inside, Zhang Wenwen immediately understood.
It turned out that Zhang Chen telling everyone to wait an hour before going in wasn't because he wanted to plunder a fortune.
It was because the danger inside had not yet been cleared.
In this light, her perspective was too narrow, having mistaken Zhang Chen for someone greedy for petty gains.
Thinking of this, Zhang Wenwen couldn't help but feel a bit ashamed.
At the same time, she felt a trace of luck.
Ever since crossing the sea, she felt her luck had been extraordinary.
Every time she prayed for the true god's response, Zhang Chen's divine power always appeared at the opportune moment, resolving danger and turning misfortune into blessing.
Every time she uttered the true god's curse, it came true.
She hadn't expected this time to be any different.
Zhang Wenwen ordered the experts from the True God Cult beside her to step aside, then said with a mocking smile:
From now on, I will no longer stop you. Since you wish to go in, then go in and have a look. Do as you please!
The crowd looked at each other.
Not only did they not move forward a single step, but they also retreated seven or eight steps.
Each of them looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
What is wrong with those people? What is behind the high wall?
Could it be... could it really be the true god's curse? After all, this world is no longer Earth. Since crossing over, what outrageous things haven't we seen?
But... is there a possibility? Perhaps they have already found something good, but to prevent us from getting a share, they have colluded to laugh like this deliberately?
It's also possible, but the laughter is truly chilling...
Although the crowd was scared and stopped in their tracks.
The greed for supplies within the city drove them to constantly find excuses for the bizarre phenomenon before them, bolstering their courage.
However, words are words, and actions are actions.
Survivors who have managed to live until now are not the kind of people who would risk their lives for supplies.
Greed is only something that can be pursued after one's life is secured.
Now, knowing there is danger inside, would they still charge in with their heads held high to their deaths?
After a period of self-encouragement and comfort, not only did no one dare to enter, but they consciously retreated another seven or eight meters.
This left a large empty space around the True God Cult followers.
Thus, they stood at the entrance, looking at each other, neither retreating nor daring to enter the city.
The two sides remained in a stalemate for about ten minutes, with the people inside continuing to laugh loudly for the entire duration.
By now, the crowd was quite certain that this was definitely not a coordinated conspiracy.
Because with prolonged, uninterrupted laughter, their vocal cords would constantly be torn...
Just hearing such a sound made one's throat itch.
After another ten minutes or so, the laughter from inside grew weaker.
It seemed as if these people were gradually moving away.
Even so, the crowd maintained a cautious attitude.
Until another half an hour passed, and the True God Cult members began to advance into the high walls one after another.
Only then did the crowd seem to wake up and also rushed in like a swarm.
There were no bloodstains on the ground, nor any signs of a struggle.
More than a dozen survivors had inexplicably gone mad and disappeared.
This filled the crowd with a sense of dread.
However, their attention was soon captured by the scene within the city.
Unscathed tall buildings, clean and tidy streets, and shop windows.
Even in the roadside vending machines, there were still some residual foods.
It was a blueberry-flavored drink, Zhang Chen's least favorite, so it was left behind, eight bottles in total.
Maintain formation, be careful of other monsters appearing!
Zhang Wenwen directed the True God Cult members.
She did not rush into restaurants and shops, but instead ordered her followers to advance towards the high walls, searching for vantage points and resting spots.
They were to avoid areas where survivors liked to gather, such as restaurants and shopping malls.
This drink is mine, haha, I found it first!
A big, dark-skinned man stood before a vending machine and loudly declared his ownership.
Please do not shake the vending machine. Lightly touch the screen to select your desired item, and insert your payment into the bill acceptor!
The vending machine said in its mechanical voice.
Ha, stupid machine, watch me smash you with one punch!
The black man raised his fist and slammed it towards the vending machine.
With a creak!
The black man's fist stopped abruptly a few centimeters away from the vending machine's glass display screen.
At the same time, the sound of bones breaking could be heard.
Deliberately damaging property and attacking a vending machine is a violation of Article Fifteen of the Public Order Ordinance, punishable by death!
The vending machine said in a cold voice.
However, this city was abandoned. There were no law enforcement officers, nor any armed forces present.
After repeating itself three times, the vending machine returned to its normal state.
But on its purchase interface, a line of small red text appeared: Disaster Alert Level: 3.5%!
Boss, this door is locked and won't open!
This shop window also has an energy shield, it can't be smashed!
This is too absurd. The entire building is one unit, and without a key, the rooftop cannot be accessed!
Damn it, the street we've occupied seems to be an empty street, we can't enter any buildings!
Survivors shouted to their leaders from all corners.
Are you all useless? Take out your weapons, can't you even smash a piece of glass?
These buildings are so heavily guarded, the supplies inside must be extremely abundant. Let's rush into the buildings first, and the supplies will be ours!
Assam, the leader of the Nile people, commanded.
Yes!
Subsequently, a group of Nile people began to take out their weapons and launched fierce attacks on the energy shields at the building entrances and shop windows.
Other survivor camps followed suit, quickly joining the looting and smashing spree.
They were afraid that if they were a step late, good resources would be snatched away by people from other camps.
The apocalypse did not teach people order and reconstruction, but it taught them robbery and slaughter.
This was what they were best at.
Opening doors in the apocalypse requires keys? Just smash them open!
Vending machines? Smash them open!
Food warehouses? Smash them open!
Beautiful women? Take them directly!
Thus, the street at the city entrance immediately descended into chaos.
These survivors frantically attacked the buildings.
No one noticed that the disaster alert level on the vending machines was rapidly increasing:
5%...
7%...
12%...
At the city wall's fissure, Zhang Wenwen stood on a large rock, looking at the scene before her with cold eyes.
She turned to Xiao Guanghan and asked:
Is this the cornerstone of the civilization you wish to build?
Can a civilization built on a mob truly last?
Xiao Guanghan said nothing, only let out a long sigh, his eyes filled with despair.
Yes, these people are more like beasts compared to civilized order... can they truly achieve their grand ambitions?
Is the civilization built on this foundation truly considered a continuation of human civilization?
Is constitutional monarchy... the right way?!