The people around gasped, not out of panic or fear, but out of urgency.
Fearing they would miss the chance to seize the opportunity if they were even a second too late, they rushed forward without thinking.
Amidst the commotion, a sharp red axe suddenly swept across the crowd's view, blocking the path of the white-haired man and shielding him from the heavy blows, while simultaneously radiating an invisible threat.
Everyone was taken aback. Their gaze followed the conspicuous red axe upwards, where another equally intact person stood blocking their way.
The man was young and had a clean and bright appearance, but at this moment he was glaring at them with extreme anger, and even the back of his hand holding the axe had turned pale.
He clenched his teeth, each word he uttered filled with deep resentment, "What are you doing?"
"Are you begging for his limbs?" someone responded, but faced with Zhong Mu's question through gritted teeth, they simply replied calmly, as if answering an ordinary question.
"You're a complete person now, please don't get in our way, okay?"
"Yeah, all we want is his head. You already have a decent head, so don't try to take it from us."
Their answers were clean and straightforward; they not only made no move in the face of Zhong Mu's sudden appearance, but also felt no urgency because of his hostility.
Faced with these simple answers and the bloodstains scattered all over the place that made him dizzy, Zhong Mu gripped the axe tightly in his hand, his breathing so rapid that he could hardly breathe.
Faced with so many disabled people gathered in front of him, he felt dizzy and lightheaded. Seeing the doctor's appearance made his blood rush to his head, making it impossible for him to calm down. He felt his head buzzing.
Because they wanted... a human body... they took up weapons and attacked.
Why...why should such a kind doctor be treated like this...?
He is blind, his legs have been cut off, and now he is surrounded by so many people who want to take away the rest of him.
Why are these people able to so calmly cut off other people's limbs and take them, completely unconcerned...?
Why would someone he admires be treated this way, appearing before him in the most terrifying and frightening way?
Zhong Mu took several deep breaths, his hand gripping the axe trembling.
He couldn't calm down; his heart felt like it was about to explode, making his hands and feet cold. He couldn't even distinguish whether his current emotion was anger or fear; all he felt was ringing in his ears.
"Give him back his limbs." Zhong Mu slowly raised his eyes to look at the people in front of him, each word uttered with fierce malice, "Give the doctor back all his limbs!"
Those around him looked puzzled. "His other limbs aren't with us. We just want to take what's left of him."
"Please, don't get in our way, okay? You're a perfectly healthy person, why are you trying to take these things from us?"
"I really like his head, can you let me have it?"
The people around him didn't exude such strong hostility; instead, they put on an innocent act and pleaded with Zhong Mu.
As they spoke, they approached, weapons in their hands.
Despite being such a terrifying group, they showed absolutely no murderous intent, remaining as calm as if they were simply begging from someone for something insignificant.
"You're all insane! You're all absolutely insane!" Zhong Mu gritted his teeth, "Get out of my way!! If you don't, I'll kill you all!"
He instinctively brandished the axe around, forcefully driving away the people who had gathered nearby.
The shattered city was almost suffocating Zhong Mu. What kind of city was this? It had turned such a complete person into this.
Most people showed regret and retreated to observe after Zhong Mu angrily drove them away, but some still became greedy, looking at the wood by the wall, wanting to sneak closer and cut something down to take away.
As soon as the opponent got close, Zhong Mu swiftly swung his axe, severing the opponent's struggling hand amidst the opponent's cries of pain.
"Ouch—!! It hurts so much!" The man whose arm had been severed rolled on the ground. Bystanders rushed forward, picked up his arm that had fallen to the ground, and quickly turned and ran away.
"Give me back my hand! Give it back to me!!" The man with the severed arm chased after the man, his face deathly pale, and the onlookers dared not approach.
Zhong Mu was panting heavily, feeling a heavy weight on his shoulders as he gripped the axe.
The splattered blood on the ground made him dizzy, and the mangled figures kept moving and swaying in front of him, becoming distorted in his dazed state.
People whose limbs have been severed also feel pain, but the people in this city still do so, eyeing other people's limbs covetously, carrying weapons and begging everywhere, without emitting any murderous intent, yet more terrifying than killing.
Whether the city has gone mad or not, Zhong Mu felt like he was about to go mad himself.
He swallowed hard, trying his best to suppress the nausea that was about to overwhelm him with fear.
Surrounded by a group of menacing eyes, he couldn't relax his vigilance for a moment, wishing he could rush up and kill them all to stop their probing gazes.
In the midst of the chaos, a hand suddenly reached out from behind and gently tugged at Zhong Mu's clothes.
Mu He's light, airy voice drifted over, "Zhong Mu?"
While glaring warily at those people, Zhong Mu slowly backed away and squatted down in front of the doctor. When he saw the person in front of him, the fierceness on his face vanished instantly, and he looked at him helplessly.
Faced with the pool of bright red blood, Zhong Mu was at a loss for what to do. His voice trembled as he asked, "Doctor... Doctor... How are you? Are you in a lot of pain? I..."
What can I do to help you?
Hearing Zhong Mu's low, helpless voice, Mu He's pale face relaxed into a smile. "Take me away from here first. The people in this city have no murderous intent, and your tools won't work... Besides, my limbs aren't with them. Let's leave first."
"Okay, okay... I'll take you away right away... We'll leave right away." Zhong Mu looked at the doctor's mangled body helplessly, her fingertips trembling, not knowing how to begin.
He forcefully tore off his coat, picked up the doctor's body, and tied it to himself. He held the doctor's back with one hand and carried the axe with the other, not daring to relax for a moment.
Seeing how wary he was, and knowing that he was about to leave, the people around him had no choice but to give up.
Even as Zhong Mu was about to leave with the doctor, some people still refused to give up and took a few steps to follow behind him.
Upon noticing, Zhong Mu turned around instantly, glaring fiercely at the group, "Take another step forward! I'll really kill you all!"
In the past, he needed to be mentally prepared before he could raise an axe to kill someone. He would not kill unless the other person was someone he hated or someone who threatened his life.
But this city almost instantly put Zhong Mu into a state of extreme stress. His nerves were on edge, and he was extremely vigilant about every sudden movement around him, as if he would not only be unable to protect the doctor, but he would also be devoured by this city if he was not careful.