Zombie Apocalypse: Reborn With A Farming Space Chapter 884 884: Attacked From Both Sides ( 5 )

Upon hearing Mo Junjie's question, Jian Huan and Jian Ziqin shook their heads.

Noticing their response, he clarified, "The reason we're called mutants now is because we're no longer human. We can't eat regular food unless it contains energy."

The instant these words sank in, Jian Huan and Jian Ziqin froze in shock.

They hadn't noticed it earlier since they enjoyed the flavor of mutant meat. With means to afford it, they had abandoned plain food. Only at this moment did the truth dawn on them.

Observing their faces, Mo Junjie shook his head silently without a word.

Du Beiye shot them a look and chimed in, "Every mutant's condition varies. Not all mutants reject normal food—some can still handle it. Perhaps you two can too."

With that, she proceeded to gather the supplies. As she had mentioned, the mutants here differed from those in Huaxia.

She couldn't pinpoint why locals shunned ordinary food, but in Huaxia, mutants included could still eat it—though the taste had dulled.

This explained their habit of scavenging every supply in sight.

Ten minutes were spent by her collecting it all, after which they descended to the floor below. They kept looting supplies until hitting the ground level with the hypermart.

In contrast to the tidy warehouse and offices above, the bottom floor lay in chaos. Half the space was cleared, supplies and shelves shoved to one side.

Upon arrival, over 3,000 people came into view, huddled on the floor beneath cardboard coverings. The instant they spotted the group, wary glares fixed upon them.

As Yuan Ruiyue and his team advanced a step, Du Beiye thrust her arm out to halt them. "Hold on."

"What's the issue?" Yuan Ruiyue inquired.

Before Du Beiye answered, cries and yells erupted from behind the crowd, close to the wall.

"Argh! Release me! Help!"

"Help me, someone!"

"No, he's losing it! Kill him now!"

Simultaneously, Krayan's voice rang in Du Beiye's mind.

"Host, the system has detected massive Matkuna eggs dispersing via air. Infected individuals now total 179."

That revelation struck her hard. They had assumed the organization seized people as fodder for Matkuna soldiers, missing a graver purpose beyond mere sustenance.

"They're using captives as breeding hosts," she hissed through clenched teeth.

Mo Junjie whipped toward her at her mutter. Thoughts racing, he questioned, "Beiye, got any serum left?"

Du Beiye shook her head, answering, "These are ordinary folk. Their bodies can't endure the eggs siphoning their vitality. They'll perish in under 5 minutes once they snap."

"Then we must halt the spread," Yuan Ruiyue declared abruptly.

In the next instant, he charged into the frantic throng. Jian Huan swiftly conjured a spatial barrier around him to shield against infection.

Merely seconds had passed since the initial outbreak. Already, 27 victims writhed on the ground, bleeding from every opening. They spasmed briefly before going limp.

Mingled in the spilling blood were innumerable tiny white eggs, dust-sized.

Yuan Ruiyue channeled his energy to manipulate the blood, pulverizing the eggs within.

Meanwhile, Du Beiye commanded, "Krayan, engage battle mode. Wipe out all targets."

Instantly, her eyes shifted to silver, her tone mechanical. "Battle mode engaged. Targets locked. Elimination commencing."

Before reactions could form, she vanished from sight, materializing behind the mob. A slaughter ensued. Daggers flashing, she felled two in a crimson spray.

Survivors gaped in horror. Mo Junjie watched her, composure unbroken.

With a gesture, dark mist billowed from him, enveloping the area and shrouding the fallen corpses.

The mist lingered seconds per spot before drifting on, leaving only viscous black puddles.

This left Jian Huan and Jian Ziqin utterly speechless.

The carnage dragged on for 7 minutes until Du Beiye dispatched the final Matkuna egg carrier. Only then did awareness return to the rest.

Under collective stares, she swept the scene and announced, "All infected eliminated. Mission accomplished."

Her eyes normalized post-statement. Du Beiye wiped her daggers, holstered them, then lifted her head. "The contagion is contained. You're all secure now."

Her assurance sparked no thanks from the survivors—instead, fury blazed in their eyes. Though rage burned to avenge loved ones, terror kept them immobile.

Sensing their murderous glares, Du Beiye dismissed them. She pulled out her satellite phone, texting her sister.

She then faced the survivors. "Supplies abound here. Why leave them untouched?"

Her query prompted exchanged looks among them. Silence reigned until a man spoke up.

"We feared eating the food or drinking the water."

"Why? Something off with the supplies?" Yuan Ruiyue pressed.

The man paused, then revealed, "Those folks turned that way after consuming the food and water."

"Without using supplies, how have you endured?" Du Beiye asked, intrigued.