The whole family raised their glasses to celebrate, and dinner began amidst a string of blessings!
Jing Shu was particularly emotional. In her previous life, at this very ti, Mrs. Jing had suffered heatstroke and returned ho "unemployed," while Mr. Jing braved temperatures over 40 degrees Celsius to queue at the supermarket. When the night temperature dropped to 3 degrees Celsius, they would spread thick bedding in the supermarket queue and sleep there to hold their place.
It was probably from that ti that Jing Shu truly grew up. Not only did she care for Mrs. Jing, but she also prepared the day’s food between 5:00 and 7:00 p.m., then cycled three to four kiloters to deliver it to Mr. Jing, who wouldn’t get their supplies until the following evening.
In every household, soone would remain at the supermarket to hold a spot. Eventually, this evolved into people laying bedding on the ground. Families would deliver als during the day and queue together. This continued until... looting and killing ensued, and the governnt simply shut down the supermarkets.
Of course, this led to many people succumbing to heatstroke while waiting in line, as hospitals had already stopped providing dicine. Drinking so water and lying down for a while was all they could do. Their survival was in the hands of fate.
Many elderly also gradually passed away after their dication was cut off, as they had various diseases that required ongoing treatnt.
In Jing Shu’s new residential area, such phenona were rare. However, in areas with many elderly people, deaths occurred en masse, and many who had previously feared causing trouble now started to protest.
In this life, Jing Shu’s family sat neatly at the dining table, eating vegetables, drinking milk, and using electricity—none of which were available outside. Even with scarce water resources, Jing Shu’s house still had two large water tanks, which could last them through the final half year if used sparingly.
Jing Shu was very grateful. Having been reborn, she finally lived the life she had longed for in her previous existence, no longer needing her family to queue at the supermarket daily, consud by worry and fear.
"The fourth toast is to celebrate Jinglai becoming the head cook at the municipal governnt’s cafeteria!" This ti, Mr. Jing raised his glass, and everyone clapped loudly.
All the dostic poultry from the west city slaughterhouse had been cooked and stored, and the temporary workers had been laid off. Third Aunt Jing Lai, known for her hard work and endurance, was kept on.
While the family was celebrating, Jing Shu’s and Wu You’ai’s phones kept ringing nonstop. Upon checking, it turned out the group chat was exploding again.
Wang Xue i #2: "Help! There are five or six n with knives at my doorstep, and one of them is prying my door open! The ergency line is busy! All three of us are ho! We live in Building 2, Apartnt 401!"
It was an inconvenient ti, as a large portion of people were queuing at the supermarket. Wang Qiqi imdiately advised that if the intruders broke in, they should not resist but give them whatever they wanted. He then began to urgently ssage people, asking who was at ho.
Hearing that the intruders were ard with knives, nearly everyone felt their courage fail. The security guards at the entrance had all gone ho a few days prior because their monthly salary of 3,000 yuan was no longer enough to afford food, which allowed opportunists to sneak in.
In the end, Wang Qiqi said that if they didn’t unite, this group would highly likely rob the next family. He urged the n in the community who were at ho to grab knives and assemble at Unit 1 of Building 2 to try and scare off the intruders. After much effort, they managed to round up seven or eight n.
Mr. Jing imdiately grabbed the two longest waterlon knives from the kitchen and was about to head out. Grandma Jing tried to stop him, but couldn’t. "Mom, I’m doing this so that if soone tries to rob our house, others will help us too!"
"But you can’t just go throwing your life away, you silly son!" Grandma Jing simply wouldn’t agree.
Finally, Jing Shu persuaded her by saying she would drive Mr. Jing there, and he could just stay back to make up the numbers.
Jing Shu went along too, ostensibly to "supervise" Mr. Jing and add to their numbers.
In her past life, for various reasons, Jing Shu had even killed those who tried to harm her. She had stripped clothes from corpses, slept beside the dead, and scavenged leftover food from them. In this life, after drinking from the Spiritual Spring, she constantly felt an urge to kill.
So, the main purpose of this trip was: actual combat.
Unfortunately, everyone was a step too late. By the ti they had dithered and finally assembled, the intruders had already pried open the door and broken in.
Building 2 was quite a distance away. It took Jing Shu two minutes to drive there, and she parked next to Unit 3.
"Turn off the lights and the engine. Stay in the car and don’t go anywhere. I’ll go et up with them. Wait for to co back!" Mr. Jing, fully ard with a helt and knife, hurried off.
Baozi’s father operated on the principle, "If I try my best to help others, others will surely help ." His intentions were good, but the apocalypse would likely teach him a harsh lesson.
Mr. Jing entered Unit 1. Just as Jing Shu, gripping her genuine iron rod, was about to get out of the car and follow, a group of people ran out from Unit 3, and the two parties collided.
There were six of them: four wielding machetes and two carrying sacks of rice. They reeked heavily of blood. As soon as Jing Shu caught the scent, she grew agitated, an uncontrollable feeling welling up inside her.
"Hey, Brother Tao, that little piece earlier wouldn’t cooperate. But look, here’s another one! It’s pretty dark, but judging by that figure, it’s definitely a woman," one of them said, stepping forward and raising his knife to grab her.
Jing Shu hadn’t expected a direct confrontation right after stepping out. Perhaps it was the sll of blood that caused her body to secrete so much adrenaline. Her heart raced, her body temperature rose, and she began to feel an inexplicable thrill. In the darkness, her eyes seed to gleam, her vision sharpening.
Without giving anyone a chance to react, Jing Shu swung her rod down hard. With a loud BANG, it smashed onto Black Shadow’s head. The iron rod, unable to withstand the force, broke. Black Shadow scread in agony and fell to the ground.
Before the others could react and shout, "Charge! Kill her!" stones rained down from the sky. They heard the stones whistling through the air. The next mont, the stones slamd into flesh. Only then did the dull THUD and the searing pain register.
Those hit on the head had their brains splattered, blood sprayed everywhere, and they lost consciousness imdiately. Those hit in the abdon or legs simply collapsed, unable to get up.
Jing Shu’s secret spatial weapon was enormously powerful. Launched with force from a distance of seven or eight ters, it instantly killed three of them. Two others, who were standing close together, shared the impact of one stone and weren’t killed outright.
As they lay screaming, pinned by the conical stones, Jing Shu approached step by step. In the dark, her vision was exceptionally clear. She could see their faces, streaked with tears and snot; one of them had even lost control of his bowels and bladder. Yet, sohow, she felt very excited.
"What are you doing? What do you want?! AHH!!"
Jing Shu, wielding the broken iron rod, pierced the necks of the two n, a testant to her imnse strength. Her first battle was won in re seconds.
Jing Shu then quickly began to clean up the battlefield. With adrenaline still coursing through her, she remained excited until the effects completely wore off. Only then, after she cald down, did Jing Shu begin to feel a delayed sense of fear. She was surprised by her own violence. Was it the influence of the Spiritual Spring?
If I could have killed like this in my previous life, I wouldn’t have died, she thought.
Of the five launched conical stones, one had broken. The remaining four, cushioned by their impact against human bodies, were intact. Jing Shu used the blood-stained conical stones to fiercely gouge several large pits in the ground. She buried the bodies in them and then retrieved the stones.
Once calm, Jing Shu headed upstairs. She found Wang Xue i crying and learned that both her husband and daughter were dead.
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