Chapter 110: 9 Jin

In the early hours before dawn, everyone in the Shi family was outside, preparing for battle.

The only two with nothing to do were Shi Yuebai and Shi Xiangrui.

Three-month-old Shi Xiangrui used to wake up every one or two hours at night. Now, he could sleep for two or three hours at a stretch.

At this moment, Shi Xiangrui had just had some water and fallen asleep.

Shi Yuebai, meanwhile, had reclined her wheelchair, closed her eyes, and was quietly injecting an ounce or two of fat energy into Shi Xiangrui’s tiny body.

At the same time, she began to try channeling energy from her right elbow up to her shoulder blade.

She didn’t want to hear anything about “meridians” anymore.

Just being able to carve out a single energy pathway was already a huge challenge.

Shi Yuebai was sweating profusely, focusing all her attention.

Suddenly, a flare dropped from the sky, streaking like a meteor into the vegetable patch behind them.

Half the potato field was smashed to bits.

Shi Yuebai spat out a mouthful of blood with a “pfft,” and instinctively cut off the fat energy she was sending to Shi Xiangrui.

Her right hand erupted with several bloody holes, and the wild surging energy had ruined her entire arm.

Shi Yuebai wiped the blood from her mouth with her left hand and looked down.

Fortunately, it wasn’t too serious—just a few chopstick-sized holes in her right arm.

The whole arm was bruised and swollen, as if she’d been beaten up.

This was where not having meridians actually came in handy.

Shi Yuebai quickly regained control of the energy in her right arm.

Her right hand could move again.

She took a deep breath, but then Shi Xiangrui, startled awake, began to wail. Shi Yuebai was furious.

How dangerous! Thank goodness she’d spent so much time lately practicing how to control the energy in her body.

Otherwise, if she’d lost control, both she and Shi Xiangrui would have been done for.

She glanced back at the burning flare, which was still blazing away.

The entire potato field was destroyed, and even the mushrooms and scallions nearby were scorched.

Shi Yuebai snapped at the bawling Shi Xiangrui,

“Cry, cry, cry! All you know how to do is cry. Control your emotions—who has time to take care of you right now?”

Of course, Shi Xiangrui was only three months old and couldn’t possibly understand her.

After scolding him, Shi Yuebai turned and teleported to the garbage mountain above.

Zhong Zeqian was holding an infrared binocular, precisely tracking the direction of the Shi family.

He frowned and said to the man beside him,

“What’s in the Shi family compound?”

“So many supplies—are they all edible?”

The two of them were so dizzy they could barely keep their heads up.

But they still relied on sheer willpower and decent physical strength to resist the disorienting effect of Shi Yuebai’s maze formation.

Now that they’d found the right direction, all that was left was to explore.

With the flare lighting the way, Shi Yuebai’s fog array seemed useless.

A cold, angry voice sounded behind them:

“What’s in the Shi family—what the hell does it have to do with you?”

Whatever’s there, didn’t the Shi family earn it themselves?

Zhong Zeqian whipped around and saw a massive figure sitting in a wheelchair.

“Shi Yuebai?”

He was startled. Even though he hadn’t seen much of Shi Yuebai before, her size made her identity obvious.

“Shi Yuebai, how did you get here?”

It wasn’t that Zhong Zeqian was confused, but this was a jagged, chaotic garbage mountain.

Even a normal adult man would struggle to climb it.

Yet Shi Yuebai had managed to get up here in a wheelchair?

Shi Yuebai swung a long stick and smacked Zhong Zeqian with it.

She snapped, “Why do you care how I got here?”

“You nearly got me killed, and you made our baby cry. Are you looking for trouble?”

She hadn’t planned to get involved at all.

Whether it was Song Yucheng or Zhong Zeqian, to her, they were just cannon fodder.

A bunch of nobodies, not even worth her time.

She’d intended to leave them for Pang Zhenggong and the others to deal with.

But Zhong Zeqian just had to provoke her directly.

“Well done. You’ve successfully pissed me off.”

With every word, Shi Yuebai’s stick came down again.

She moved so fast, she didn’t look like a sluggish fat woman at all.

After a few blows, Zhong Zeqian snapped out of it and charged at her, unleashing all his strength as a man.

He might not win against a young, muscular guy.

But against Shi Yuebai, a fat woman in a wheelchair? How could he possibly lose?

He was going to kill her.

But Shi Yuebai vanished on the spot—wheelchair and all.

That’s right, she teleported with her wheelchair.

After two teleports, Shi Yuebai’s weight had dropped to 698 jin.

Zhong Zeqian lunged, completely unprepared for her sudden disappearance, and stumbled to the ground.

Shi Yuebai reappeared beside him.

Still seated in her wheelchair, without even looking, she raised her stick and stabbed it backward.

The stick pierced the back of Zhong Zeqian’s neck and went straight through his throat.

He died instantly.

He didn’t even have time to make a sound.

Shi Yuebai’s expression was cold as she slowly pulled out the stick.

It was just a random piece of bamboo she’d picked up—probably left over from before the apocalypse.

Two meters long, thin and flimsy, it didn’t look sturdy at all.

But in Shi Yuebai’s hands, it could beat people or kill them.

She looked up indifferently, a whole slab of fat hanging from her chin.

Her neck was invisible, lost in the folds of fat that flowed into her thick shoulders.

Zhong Zeqian’s companion was stunned.

“Y-you… what are you?”

He pointed at Shi Yuebai.

He’d never seen anyone kill like this—so strange, so terrifying.

“You people take pleasure in tormenting others. You think the more evil you are, the stronger you become.”

Shi Yuebai raised her stick and struck the man.

“That’s why you never reflect on your actions. You even think you’re not evil enough, killing and robbing as you please.”

The man’s face twisted in terror. Gritting his teeth against the pain, he lunged at Shi Yuebai.

Shi Yuebai teleported again—now down to 697.9 jin.

She appeared behind the man, raised her stick, and struck his back.

“You never reflect. Your methods are cruel, inhuman. You seem to get better and better at taking lives and stealing supplies.”

She continued.

The man staggered, growing more and more terrified.

He simply turned and ran, shouting, “I don’t know what you’re talking about! What are you trying to say?”

Everyone lives like this.

On the wasteland, what’s wrong with that?

The strong rule, the weak are prey, and you survive by taking what you can.

Everyone does it—that’s the wasteland.

Shi Yuebai let out a cold laugh, raised her stick, and threw it.

It pierced the man’s back, pinning him to the ruins.

Her voice was calm and clear, echoing in his ears:

“So unfortunately for you, I’m the same kind of person.”

If it’s about robbing and killing, then let’s see who wins.

Survival of the fittest, right?

Kill or be killed, right?

Bring it on. Shi Yuebai wanted to see, when people as unrepentant as herself met her—

Who would come out on top?

Fight violence with violence, kill to stop killing—that’s always been her way.

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It’s the weekend, but my biological clock is the same as always. At least I don’t have to send Little Mie Mie to school today.

I got up early and posted a new chapter. Hurry and praise me, everyone!"