CHAPTER 1001: CHAPTER 235: EVEN IF THERE’S ONLY A ONE PERCENT CHANCE, I HAVE TO TRY

"There’s something wrong, definitely something wrong."

Lying in bed, Wu Hao tossed and turned, unable to sleep, thinking about Xiao Hui’s situation. She couldn’t have disappeared without a trace.

Besides, it’s the apocalypse now, where could a woman with an injured leg go?

The more he thought about it, the more it seemed off, but he couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was wrong.

With his eyes closed, he drifted into a hazy sleep, but with so much on his mind, his nerves were taut; the slightest sound jolted him awake. Suddenly, he opened his eyes, as if struck by a thought, and sat up, ears pricked. There was movement outside.

Wu Hao left the wooden door ajar, and in the darkness, it seemed like shadows were moving, and he could hear whimpers.

"What are they doing?"

Wu Hao was puzzled, and he tiptoed out, following behind. He was sure there were people in the darkness but couldn’t determine the situation yet.

After trailing for a moment.

Wu Hao hid in the shadows. In front of him were two mysterious survivors carrying a sack, the whimpering coming from within it.

They carried the sack into an abandoned house.

"What are they up to?"

Wu Hao was highly suspicious, but regardless of their intentions, he knew nothing about this would be good, and Xiao Hui’s disappearance might be related to this.

His concern for Xiao Hui was one aspect, but more importantly... this place exuded an eerie vibe everywhere.

Just as he was contemplating these matters.

The two mysterious figures emerged from the house. Watching them disappear into the darkness, Wu Hao clenched his teeth, pondering, and finally decided to risk uncovering the truth.

Sneaking up to the house, this place had no windows, so he pressed his ear to the door, listening for any sound inside, but there wasn’t any, which baffled him—even footsteps would be better.

Although he appeared to be a Disguise Awakener with limited strength, becoming an Awakener had enhanced his physical qualities broadly, making his hearing sensitive.

Yet, with such acute hearing, he couldn’t detect any sound inside the house.

"Strange, could there be no one?" Wu Hao frowned in thought.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps in the distance, likely a patrol approaching. Realizing he’d be in trouble if discovered, without thinking, he opened the door and slipped inside the room.

Pressing himself against the wooden door, he waited until the footsteps faded before he relaxed, exhaling slowly.

Then, he surveyed the room’s condition.

It was empty.

Where was the person they had stuffed in the sack?

Wu Hao was full of questions.

He was perplexed.

Of course, he didn’t think anyone here could make a person vanish into thin air. He considered scenes from films, like secret passages in the floor.

This was a common trope.

Searching on the ground, he indeed found something. He lifted a floorboard to reveal a tunnel filled with light.

"Feeling a bit nervous, a bit scared."

Facing the mysterious unknown, everyone has a desire to explore, even knowing potential danger ahead. Curiosity within still drove him forward.

He entered the tunnel, venturing into the unknown.

Wu Hao proceeded cautiously, not daring to make a sound. What looked like an ordinary tunnel turned out to open up into a new world at its end, the visual space suddenly broadening.

One glance was enough to utterly terrify him.

Bodies hung like dead pigs on iron hooks.

Wu Hao covered his mouth, almost screaming from fright. A pungent stench filled the air, as if in a living hell.

He collapsed onto the ground, pupils dilating, unable to regain his composure for a long time.

"What is happening here..."

He stared blankly at the bodies, some already decomposing, maggots wriggling in the flesh clearly visible. If not for witnessing apocalyptic horrors, he would have long been overwhelmed with nausea.

At a loss, he suddenly heard voices speaking.

"A fresh piece with three rotten ones, seasoned well to create a pork-like flavor."

"Bro, it’s the combination of technology and ruthlessness."

"Heh, without these additives, even dogs wouldn’t eat it."

Listening to their conversation.

Wu Hao’s face turned ashen, breathing became rapid, he knew there was something wrong here, but hearing those words, he couldn’t even begin to visualize the scene.

He quietly peeked out to observe.

Saw two men not far away draped in cowhide, holding iron hooks, manipulating the hanging bodies, rolling them over with wheels, bringing them close, then tossing them into a machine.

The machine seemed to be a meat grinder.

The scene before him left Wu Hao completely stunned, the sound of grinding echoing, a strong instinctive revulsion churned his stomach violently, a powerful urge to vomit surging up.

Thinking of the sausages eaten as food—could it be that’s really...

He couldn’t bear to imagine further.

The two men currently grinding the bodies were long accustomed to the sight, even with scarlet flesh piling up before them, leaving them unfazed.

"Adjust the proportions well, add seasonings and no one will notice."

"Bro, I heard someone complained about finding nail clippings and hair in the sausages. We’re supposed to clean them better, ideally shaving the hair and removing the nails first."

"Heh, beggars can’t be choosers. Anyone complaining can do it themselves; I’m not doing it."

"Alright."