Chapter 100: Are There Really Ghosts in This World?

An Nan looked at the thoroughly dismembered Bai Wenbin and finally let out a long, satisfied breath.

She also took out Qian Ying’er, whom she had previously stashed in her spatial storage. After observing for a while and making sure she hadn’t come back to life, An Nan gave her the same treatment as her brother—dismembered her into eight pieces.

Rebirth?

Let’s see how you two manage to come back this time!

After finishing everything, she wiped the sweat from her forehead, feeling an indescribable sense of relief.

The reason she hadn’t killed the siblings outright after her own rebirth was because that wouldn’t have been enough to vent her resentment.

They were different from the other villains she’d encountered.

Dealing with those who tried to rob her or harbored ill intentions was simple—one strike and it was over.

But for these siblings, letting them die quickly would never make up for the agony she’d suffered in her previous life, having her flesh cut from her bones.

Now, she’d made them experience the cruelty and despair of the apocalypse, tormenting them over and over again.

In the end, she made sure they died in the most painful way possible.

Only then did she finally vent the hatred in her heart.

An Nan casually collected the supplies from Bai Wenbin’s two suitcases into her spatial storage.

Then she stuffed the siblings’ remains into burlap sacks, drove to a nearby large supermarket, and parked her car.

She dragged the sacks inside.

There were still a few people scavenging for supplies in the supermarket, but by now, there was hardly anything left. Even a bag of moldy rice found in a corner could spark a vicious fight.

Seeing another woman enter this already picked-over supermarket, the people inside all looked at her with unfriendly eyes—especially at the two bulging sacks she was carrying.

“Where did this woman find so many supplies?!”

“She’s so greedy! She’s already found so much, and now she wants to compete with us for more?”

The people who had just been fighting each other stopped in unspoken agreement, all eyeing An Nan and her sacks like hungry wolves.

But she ignored them, walking straight ahead without so much as a glance, only stopping when she reached the fresh meat section.

People were puzzled.

Why wasn’t this girl looking for food or drinks? What was she doing over there? There’s nothing left in that section.

She paused briefly at the beef and lamb section, then at the poultry section, before decisively heading to the pork section.

She tossed the two sacks onto the counter and strode away, humming a tuneless song as she went, clearly in a very good mood.

“Today is a good day,

Everything I wish for comes true.

Today is a good day,

Open the door and welcome the spring breeze…”

Curious, the crowd edged toward the pork section and opened the two bulging sacks.

“Ahhhhhhh!”

“It’s—it’s people!!”

Someone let out a bloodcurdling scream and stumbled away in terror.

But after a moment of shock, some people’s eyes turned greedy…

A true avenger should “repay others in their own coin.”

But An Nan couldn’t bring herself to become inhuman, nor did she want those disgusting siblings to pollute her own intestines.

Still, in the apocalypse, there were plenty of people who would rather risk prion infection than starve to death.

As she drove home, An Nan recalled Bai Wenbin’s words:

A 24-hour sunless eternal night.

Savage, ruthless bandits.

Some kind of mutated, terrifying animal…

This trip had been even more worthwhile than she’d imagined.

Not only had she personally dealt with her past-life enemies, but she’d also gotten advance warning of a new kind of disaster.

Bai Wenbin’s words couldn’t be trusted completely, but given the circumstances, he probably hadn’t had the energy to make up a perfect lie.

Whether or not eternal night would follow the extreme cold, it was still good to be prepared in advance.

But… she could understand eternal night and bandits.

What exactly was this mutated, terrifying animal?

Thinking of mutations, she couldn’t help but think of her dog, Fugui.

Originally, Fugui had been a small dog about sixty centimeters long and weighing just over ten kilos, but now he’d grown to more than double that size!

She’d never seen a French bulldog this big before the apocalypse.

If he kept growing, he’d soon be bigger than medium-sized breeds like Shiba Inus or Border Collies.

But her Fugui wasn’t scary at all.

He might look ugly, but he fancied himself beautiful—a chubby little princess with a tsundere attitude…

No matter what kind of mutated animal Bai Wenbin was talking about, strengthening herself was always the right move.

When she got home, not only would she keep training herself, but Fugui would have to join in too.

A strong body and powerful abilities were the only way to survive long-term in the apocalypse.

With these thoughts in mind, An Nan stepped on the gas and sped home.

Meanwhile, at the hillside villas—

Long Cong’an hurried up the path to the highest villa.

He’d rarely taken off his formal suit, but today he wore shorts, a T-shirt, and slippers as he entered Gu Zhiyu’s house.

The moment he stepped inside, he was wrapped in cool air and let out a comfortable sigh of relief.

The temperature outside was getting higher and higher. Just walking from his house to President Gu’s villa had nearly roasted him alive.

President Gu’s place was truly extravagant!

Such a huge villa, and he could still keep the whole house air-conditioned.

Unlike Long Cong’an, who could only run the AC in the bedroom, with all three family members squeezed into one room to escape the heat.

To save fuel, they didn’t even dare set the temperature too low.

But it was still much better than those without generators or fuel.

Long Cong’an took a quick look around and finally found Gu Zhiyu in the gym, muscles bulging as he bench-pressed a barbell.

The sight was so pleasing that Long Cong’an couldn’t help but sigh inwardly:

People outside were struggling just to survive the heat, terrified of dying from it, while President Gu was completely unaffected, working out as usual.

Truly, comparison is the thief of joy!

Gu Zhiyu saw Long Cong’an come in, set the barbell back on the rack, and got up to drink some water and rest.

“How did things go?” he asked.

Long Cong’an replied, “The fuel has all been arranged as you instructed, and the workers’ wages and rations have been settled. But…”

Gu Zhiyu wiped his sweat with a towel and glanced at him. “Speak.”

Long Cong’an frowned. “Something strange has happened again.”

He handed over several photos.

“Some of the gas stations are in a weird state. These are photos the workers took on site.”

Gu Zhiyu flipped through the photos one by one as Long Cong’an explained:

“The ground at these gas stations hasn’t been dug up on a large scale—just a few small holes, each only a few dozen centimeters in diameter. But the underground storage tanks are all gone…

There are six gas stations like this, all outside the city.”

The more he spoke, the stranger it seemed.

It was impossible to remove such huge storage tanks through such small holes.

It was as if the tanks had just vanished into thin air underground!

Long Cong’an thought of that entire mall’s supplies, which had also disappeared in such a bizarre way.

He couldn’t help but say, “President Gu, do you think there really are ghosts in this world…?”"