CHAPTER 477: CHAPTER 475: MUTANT FLY

Su Mo, accustomed to lavish meals, showed no change in expression as she and her two companions walked directly to the collapsed Rice Hill.

Upon seeing the situation there, they were relieved; the blood had streamed from the corpse of a zombie with its intestines dug out, flowing from atop Rice Hill down to the ground.

The rice was stained black and red in patches, a once towering Rice Hill now completely ruined.

Su Mo, feeling a pang of regret, grabbed a handful of rice that hadn’t been touched by the blood, "Can we still eat this?"

"Sis, just to be safe, don’t eat it, getting a stomachache would be bad," Jianxiong said as he shook her hand to dust off the rice, his eyes wide and sly, greedily eyeing another intact Rice Hill covered by a tarp, "We just need to take a few of these Rice Hills."

Su Mo smiled, "If we’re talking about one hill as a unit, I could empty this place."

What about the agreement to split evenly? One hill had been contaminated, but she had counted—in total, there were six small Rice Hills. One contaminated, she could take a small loss and claim two of them first.

All the rice here was in bulk, kept dry and insulated from moisture. Without further ado and ignoring Fang Qing’s contemplative face behind her, Su Mo uncovered the tarp from one Rice Hill to ensure it wasn’t contaminated, then placed her hand directly over it.

In the blink of an eye, a small Rice Hill was sucked into Su Mo’s Space.

Fang Qing quickly snapped out of her reverie because of Su Mo’s actions, frowning, wanting to speak, but she swallowed her words. It had been a long time since she had been here, and the monster wasn’t in this warehouse; she had remembered wrong, and her spiritual power hadn’t detected its presence either. This dumb loss, she had to swallow for now. But the waste of two Rice Hills still made her heart ache and anger flare.

Having satisfied their greed with the two hills, Su Mo showed a contented expression, then tiptoed to whisper in Lu Chen’s ear, "Could we still get away if we ran now?"

"Don’t you want to see what’s in the next grain warehouse?" Lu Chen brushed her stray hair behind her ear, pinching her chubby cheek with a surprisingly pleasant touch.

Su Mo also noticed the wildness in his eyes, realizing that just two hills weren’t enough for him.

Regardless, it was certain they couldn’t leave this place safely, so they might as well take as much as they could.

Resolute, she approached Fang Qing with a beaming smile, "There’s nothing unusual here, shall we check the next place?"

"Two hills left," Fang Qing replied, with not as bright an expression as when they first arrived, stepping out the door first.

In the second bungalow warehouse, Su Mo put away her jesting mood, and Jianxiong stepped forward to open the door in the same manner.

When the Bone Spur penetrated the door panel, he immediately sensed something was wrong, puncturing, as if it had plunged into the body of something.

The Bone Spur was a part of his body, and the sensation that returned made him feel uneasy.

"There’s something inside!" he bellowed, preparing to forcefully yank the entire door panel off with both hands.

However, after he had unscrewed a few fasteners holding the door, Jianxiong felt a significant increase in resistance; something heavy was pressing against the door panel.

As the grain warehouse was opened, a huge stench of fishiness and decay instantly burst out, along with dozens of corpses and hundreds of flies.

These flies were each as big as Su Mo’s fist, their transparent wings beating with a dense buzzing sound. Their compound eyes were blood-red and cruel, and their mouthparts as long as a little finger were sharp at the tip, gleaming with a dark red luster.

Su Mo didn’t dare imagine how big a bump would swell up on her face if she were stung by one of these.

"Dodge! Dodge!" Jin Han shouted loudly to his teammates. At the same time, Jianxiong, who was still bearing the weight of the door and the dozens of bodies, was in pain.

Without a word, Lu Chen gathered four large ice shields around himself and charged forward to help him escape. The heavy door slammed onto the ground with a thud, kicking up a cloud of dust, and the bodies stacked on the door like Arhats all rolled off.

In Su Mo’s right hand, a wooden shield materialized. These mutant flies didn’t affect her at all, in fact, she thought their flying speed was laughably slow, like a series of lagging frames. She could clearly see the mouthparts sometimes curling, sometimes revealing sharp barbs.

Her Tang Blade often fell faster than the flies’ attacks.

As for the rest, those without strong superpowers were in a worse situation.

Fang Qing’s group wasn’t entirely comprised of superpower users; among them were several tough ordinary people with guns and certain survival skills. Despite their quick reactions and firepower, they couldn’t capture the mutant flies’ movements.

In Su Mo’s line of sight, someone screamed horribly as one of the thick mouthparts bit into his left cheek.

Fang Qing knew there was a monster inside, but she hadn’t noticed these flies at all, nor had she made any preparations, resulting in the unnecessary sacrifice of a person.

Thanks to the intervention of a Fire Ability User, the hundred or so flies were finally annihilated, but the smell permeating the air now was indescribably worse.

Su Mo sheathed her Tang Blade and joined her companions, making sure none of them were injured before turning her attention to the bitten ordinary person.

In just a matter of seconds, his left half-face swelled up like an inflatable balloon. The tissue and veins underneath his skin all rose to the surface, and his left eye was squeezed into a slit, unable to open, in a terrifying display.

No one dared approach him; they could only watch in horror as his cheek continued to swell until it suddenly exploded, splattering a viscous green liquid everywhere.

Pieces of the burst face skin flew onto nearby people. The eyeball that had popped out landed right by Su Mo’s feet, oddly staring with its blue-sky-reflecting iris now out of focus.

Su Mo took a step back and silently lit a candle in her mind for the deceased.

Fang Qing’s face had turned incredibly ugly.

And yet, the situation inside the warehouse was far from simple.

It was pitch black inside, so dark one could barely see their own hand. Fang Qing turned her head, looking at Lu Chen, "We can’t always be taking the lead; this time, it’s the turn of the strong."

The sunlight could only penetrate a few meters inside. Lu Chen squinted slightly, and Su Mo stood beside him, also observing the interior.

She could see clearly, and realized this space could no longer be called a warehouse.

There was food, indeed, but there were also bodies heaped upon the tarpaulins, and the sight of their horrific faces and the piles of maggots wriggling on the ground was truly nauseating.