Free Web NovelChapter 115: Chapter 115: The Antichrist Has Arrived
"What are you going to that godforsaken place for? Are you one of those crazy YouTubers who does ghost-hunting livestreams?" the fat black guy next to them asked curiously.
The others now looked at Shen Feng as if he were a madman.
They had thought he was some finance guy from Wall Street, but it turned out he was one of those unhinged bloggers.
They had seen people like that before. They just never saw them again.
Maurice also frowned and said,
"You’re planning to go to Wuyou Town to shoot those bullshit videos? Is that why you bought the Electromagnetic Pulse Gun too? Seeing as you’ve brought me a lot of profit, take my advice. If other haunted houses are just bullshit, Wuyou Town is the real deal. They say the souls of Cthulhu and his followers who committed suicide are still wandering around there."
Wuyou Town was the location of the sanatorium for the Erickson School’s Purification Academy.
The patients who committed mass suicide after being hypnotized by Cthulhu all killed themselves there.
The entire town itself was once the property of the Purification Academy. After hundreds of people killed themselves, Cthulhu set a great fire that burned the whole academy to ashes, and more than half of Wuyou Town was affected.
After the mass suicide event twenty years ago, the place was sealed off by the FBI and various other agencies for a long time.
The original residents of Wuyou Town all moved away.
After the blockade was lifted, it became a ghost town and has remained so ever since.
Unlike the empty "Rust Belt" cities in the central region of Eagle Country, which were formed by population loss due to the decline of heavy industry, Wuyou Town became famous in many urban exploration and paranormal circles because of the massacre twenty years ago.
In the very beginning, people would come to Nebraska every year to check out Wuyou Town.
However, many of these people went missing, or became mentally unstable after returning home.
Various government agencies later went to Wuyou Town to investigate, but they could never find anything, so the matter was eventually dropped.
Over time, word spread that Wuyou Town was truly haunted, and the number of visitors dropped drastically, until there were almost none.
But after the rise of internet videos and livestreams, a few daredevils would still occasionally show up.
They just were never seen again.
"Bro, do you have any idea how desolate Nebraska is? You can drive for an hour in the wilderness and not see a single soul," Maurice said, pointing to a skinny man beside him. "Mines lived in Wuyou Town as a kid. He has Sioux Race blood. You can ask him."
Mines had distinctly Indian features, and his name also sounded very Indian. He was likely a mix of redneck and Indian.
His eyes were filled with terror. He was clearly averse to this past experience and didn’t want to talk about it.
Shen Feng smiled faintly. As he packed the various weapons from the table into his backpack, he said, "Forget it. I was just asking. I’m just a little curious about the place."
After packing everything and zipping up the backpack, he looked up and asked,
"Is that pickup truck outside for sale? One Bitcoin."
Maurice readily pulled out a key, tossed it to Shen Feng, and said, "Just filled it up with gas today. It’s yours."
Selling a used pickup for one Bitcoin was a great deal.
Shen Feng took the key and nodded to the others, about to leave. Just then, Mines, who had been terrified moments ago, suddenly became much calmer. As if having made up his mind, he said,
"If you’re going to Wuyou Town, I can show you around... but there’s a fee. Five hundred bucks."
He seemed to have come to a decision, and his whole demeanor seemed to have changed.
Shen Feng gave him a meaningful look, then suddenly smiled. "Alright, come with me."
The fat black guy laughed and cursed, "Attaboy, Mines, earning five hundred bucks from Wall Street just like that! Too bad I didn’t grow up in Wuyou Town, or I could’ve made that money."
Maurice sized up Mines and teased,
"Weren’t you the one who was most afraid of going to Wuyou Town? What’s this, has our little Mines grown up? Go on, get it over with, and take this piece with you."
With that, he handed Mines a revolver.
As a gang leader, he was still quite concerned about his underlings.
Mines put the gun away, nodded, and followed Shen Feng out the door.
Shen Feng tossed the key to Mines and said,
"You drive, then."
Mines didn’t object. He opened the door, sat in the driver’s seat, started the engine, and drove Shen Feng away from the suburbs. He got on N Avenue, heading northeast.
After they left, the fat black guy in the house glanced at the pickup’s silhouette through the window, shook his head, and went back to lying on the sofa and watching TV.
Soon after leaving the city limits, they were in the middle of the wilderness.
The sides of the highway were lined with endless fields of corn.
There were very few cars on the road; they only passed another one occasionally.
The sounds of songs and commercials drifted from the car radio from time to time, which, combined with the vast wilderness, gave it a very midwestern Eagle Country feel.
Mines just kept driving without a word. Shen Feng, also silent, was currently splitting off a portion of his Consciousness Antennae to work with Jingwei, hacking into the satellites passing over the area and the entire communications network of Nebraska.
He had already checked the route from Lincoln City to the ruins of Wuyou Town, so he knew they were heading in the right direction.
But seeing that Shen Feng had no reaction, Mines seemed to be getting restless. After a while, he suddenly broke the silence and asked,
"What are you going to Wuyou Town for?"
Shen Feng, who had been resting with his eyes closed, said flatly,
"Just going to check it out of curiosity, add some new content to my YouTube channel. I’m a famous paranormal influencer, you know."
Mines continued to ask,
"Why do you keep your mask and sunglasses on? Are you afraid of your fans recognizing you and causing a commotion? Which influencer are you, anyway? I don’t seem to recall you."
Shen Feng continued speaking with his eyes closed,
"Five hundred dollars minus fifty. You’re down to four hundred and fifty now. Ask again, and I’ll deduct more. If you don’t want this job, you can get out of the car right now. I’ll drive there myself."
Mines looked like he wanted to say more but stopped himself. In the end, he pressed his lips together and shut his mouth.
About two hours later, they arrived at a roadside gas station. The surroundings had become even more desolate; even the cornfields were gone, replaced by wild grass and desert scrub.
Mines stopped the car at the gas station and said,
"I’m going to the restroom. Also, we need gas."
Shen Feng nodded, said a few words to the gas station attendant, and began to fill up the tank. Meanwhile, Mines walked quickly into the gas station’s convenience store and headed for the restrooms.
Shen Feng leaned against the passenger seat, watching Mines’s retreating back with a profound gaze.
After the other man entered the restroom, a cell phone signal was immediately sent from the gas station, and Shen Feng intercepted it.
The signal was being transmitted to a location in northeastern Nebraska.
After two rings—RING... RING...—the call was picked up on the other end.
Mines’s hoarse voice immediately sounded over the intercepted signal: freёweɓnovel.com
"Get ready. The Antichrist has arrived."
