Apocalypse: After Being Reborn, I Stocked Up on All Supplies

Chapter 136: Chapter 136: Don’t Make It Hard for Me

“yue~”

Jiang Yan had already witnessed many bloody scenes, her endurance and restraint were extraordinary.

But at that moment, she couldn’t help but retch from a spasm in her stomach.

The sight of those round, blood-engorged mutated leeches squirming on top of a mountain of corpses made her scalp tingle.

These leeches had clearly been deliberately captured and placed there, each one well-fed.

Some were nearly as long as her entire arm.

And those naked bodies, with their mouths agape in a vain struggle for help, were likely thrown in alive.

Jiang Yan finally understood what Dao Yinping meant when he said that disobedient property owners in the building would be sent to the 22nd floor to become the living dead.

A hell on earth, abhorrent to both man and deity, it was nothing less.

She pinched the webbing between her thumb and index finger hard to quickly calm herself down.

Even though she knew Ma Longbiao and his crew had a track record of atrocities, she had never imagined they could be so psychotically sick to this degree!

But what was the purpose and significance of doing this?

Merely to feed these mutated leeches?

In any case, their actions over this period had been fraught with strangeness and irrationality.

Furthermore, there had been many more corpses on the lake in the center of the community recently.

Were those scarce numbers of corpses merely to conceal something worse?

Jiang Yan did not know.

Ye Qing’s anger was even greater than Jiang Yan’s.

The veins on his forehead and arms had started to bulge violently.

However, Ye Qing endured without uttering a single curse throughout.

After scanning the living room corners with his flashlight, he reached out and slammed the door shut with a “bang.”

That door lock had already been smashed by him and no longer sealed properly, but it was better than nothing.

At least it could temporarily isolate those alarmingly large mutated leeches inside.

“Jiang Yan, why don’t you go up to the stairwell first? I’ll check the other three rooms, and I’ll call you if there’s anything special,” Ye Qing turned his head to look at Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan only then saw that his eyes were visibly red.

Not from the reflection of the red water, but inflamed by hatred and anger.

“Okay,” Jiang Yan retreated and went up the stairs, gun in hand.

When she had come down earlier, she was wearing a pair of soft-soled Doc Martens.

The chilling blood water had already seeped in, feeling icy cold.

The sounds of metallic clanging soon traveled down the corridor.

After about five or six minutes, Ye Qing, with his sleeves rolled up and his trousers soaked in blood, reappeared at the fire door.

His brow was furrowed, lips tightly closed, pale-faced, with red-rimmed eyes, and an unusually stern and severe look.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, likely from wielding the fire axe to smash doors.

Jiang Yan had already deciphered from his expression that the situations in the other three rooms were even worse.

But she still asked, “What’s inside?”

“All four rooms are the same. There are probably six to seven hundred corpses, all community residents. In addition to the adult leeches, there are many leech cocoons.

Ma Longbiao and his ilk are downright man-eaters, bones and all! I really wish I could flay them alive right now!!” Ye Qing seethed with unchecked violence, raising his fist and “bang” slamming it against the wall.

The force caused some plaster dust to fall from the wall.

The situation had far exceeded his tolerance limit.

Not personally exacting revenge seemed insufficient to quell his raging heart!

Jiang Yan saw the resentment and resilience in his eyes, and advised him, “Don’t rush, let’s talk upstairs.”

His opponents were not just ordinary thugs.

Some things required long-term planning and couldn’t be rushed.

“Okay,” affected by Jiang Yan’s calmness, Ye Qing realized his own earlier overreaction.

He took several deep breaths of the foul air to momentarily regain his composure.

“I’ll carry your bag for you,” he offered, glancing at the backpack behind Jiang Yan.

Her backpack was stuffed full and looked heavy.

But that weight was actually nothing to Jiang Yan.

Especially since that bag was her means to conceal her Space, which she definitely needed to carry with her.

“Thanks, but it’s not heavy,” Jiang Yan responded and proceeded to walk upstairs.

With nothing more to say, Ye Qing took big strides and followed her.

Both their faces were grave, and they ascended in silence.

Sure enough, there were people living in the upstairs corridor.

These were the slightly higher-ranked “Surveillance” property owners she had surmised.

Most greeted the pair with wary eyes.

Some even said hello to Ye Qing.

But before Ye Qing could approach to ask anything, they had quickly zipped their lips shut.

“Xiao Ye, there are too many prying eyes here, and my child is still in their hands; please don’t make it tough for me.” This was the most common sentence said by many.

Jiang Yan wasn’t familiar with them and kept to herself, continuing upwards.

However, her thoughts never ceased churning.

The more she contemplated, the heavier the doubts in her mind grew.

Jiang Yan always felt that everything that had happened in Shallow Bay since the torrential downpour was premeditated.

But relying solely on Ma Longbiao and his crew, it wouldn’t have been possible to be so flawlessly executed.

The key motivation was missing.

There must be a greater secret behind this calculative Ma Longbiao.

And this secret was most likely related to the Young Master Xue mentioned by Dao Yinping.

Speaking of Young Master Xue, Jiang Yan’s brow furrowed even tighter.

If that person was the same one she knew, his rumored methods were dozens of times crueler than these.

And at that time, it wasn’t the apocalypse of collapsed order as it was now.

Describing him as the Demon Lord of Mayhem was no exaggeration.

However, that person, in her previous life, had died in prison long ago.

Unless…

A wisp of haze flashed through Jiang Yan’s eyes; she shook her head, trying not to overcomplicate things.

In just a few minutes, the two had returned to the 32nd floor.

The door to 3203, upon seeing Jiang Yan and Ye Qing at the fire exit, creaked open.

The wrinkled-faced Zhou Wei came out.

He looked around with suspicion, assured himself that only the two people arranged by Sun Jingtao to keep watch outside the stairwell window were there, before he looked at Jiang Yan and with trembling lips whispered,

“Jiang Yan, I have a few words to speak with you. Don’t worry, it won’t take much of your time.”

Jiang Yan raised an eyebrow.

She remembered from the surveillance footage that Zhou Wei and his group had indeed had dealings with Ma Longbiao.

What could he possibly want to talk to her about now?

Perhaps he had seen from the peephole that Sun Jingtao and others had brought Dao Yinping upstairs.

And with such a loud commotion downstairs.

The distance from the 29th to 32nd floor wasn’t too far; he couldn’t be unaware of the near annihilation of Dao Yinping and his group.

He must be looking for her now, probably hoping that she and Sun Jingtao had some chance of rescuing his son.

Even so, Jiang Yan still gave him a lukewarm glance, “What do you have to say?”

Zhou Wei did not speak right away but cautiously glanced at Ye Qing beside her.

Ye Qing immediately understood: “Jiang Yan, then I’ll head back to the room first. Be careful on your own.”

“Okay,” Jiang Yan nodded.