Chapter 111: 9 Jin Left

Shi Yuebai’s harsh words had come too soon.

After she killed the two men who fired the flares, she found herself in a dire situation.

Right now, Shi Yuebai felt like her whole body was boiling water.

Energy churned and bubbled inside her.

She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.

Blood began to trickle from her seven orifices again, streaking down her swollen, deathly pale face—round as a steamed bun.

In the dead of night, she looked downright terrifying.

She fought to keep herself from exploding, silently chanting in her heart:

Shi Yuebai, calm down. Calm down.

She could do this.

From the Witch Clan to the Wasteland, she’d crossed barriers ordinary people could never imagine.

Since she was here, she might as well settle in.

Once she finally managed to steady her emotions, Shi Yuebai mustered her strength and teleported herself a little farther away.

Just in case—just in case she lost control and self-destructed—she wouldn’t drag too many of the Shi family down with her.

In a flash, she teleported herself to the frontlines.

There, she inevitably ran into many mercenaries.

“Chen Yong!”

Shi Yuebai called out to the man rushing past her.

Chen Yong stopped in his tracks, staring at the hulking, blood-soaked figure in a wheelchair.

He immediately raised his laser gun at her.

“It’s me.” Shi Yuebai lifted her staff and knocked the gun aside with a single swing.

Chen Yong, nerves stretched to the breaking point, suddenly seemed to collapse. His knees buckled and he fell to the ground.

He was in a sorry state.

For days now, wave after wave of mutant beasts had attacked the frontlines.

All the mercenaries had been fighting with everything they had.

It was a brutal, exhausting battle.

“We can’t retreat. I have to get up!”

After a brief breakdown, Chen Yong tried to stand, not even registering Shi Yuebai’s face.

He didn’t even have time to wonder why she was here.

Shi Yuebai frowned, taking in his ragged state.

“How long have you gone without rest?”

Not far away, the sounds of mercenaries locked in combat with mutant beasts echoed on.

Chen Yong didn’t answer. All he could think about was getting back up and fighting.

If he didn’t, that was one less mercenary on the line.

Shi Yuebai watched as he struggled to his feet—only to collapse again, unable to get up for a long while.

“Has the situation on the front really gotten this bad?”

She tapped Chen Yong’s leg with her staff.

“Go on, then.”

Suddenly, Chen Yong seemed to find a burst of strength.

He scrambled up and charged forward.

He was like a different person compared to before.

The situation was so dire, Chen Yong didn’t have time to think about anything else.

Shi Yuebai checked her own reserves.

She’d just infused Chen Yong with two jin of fat energy. Now she had 695.9 jin left.

The fighting up ahead was fierce. Before long, someone was carried back from the front.

“Let me go back! I can still fight!”

A mercenary with a severed leg was dumped carelessly atop a pile of rubble.

No one tended to his wounds.

Blood from his stump trickled down the rocks.

He wouldn’t last long.

Shi Yuebai craned her neck from her wheelchair, watching.

All the medics were on the front lines; two or three corpses already lay nearby.

The one-legged mercenary would soon be the next.

But he refused to give in, clawing at the rubble, dragging himself toward the front.

Shi Yuebai hadn’t planned to intervene—she didn’t even know this mercenary.

But as he crawled, he kept shouting,

“I can still fight! Don’t leave me here, I can still fight… ah…”

“Fight, fight, fight—You’re about to die, and you still want to fight?”

Shi Yuebai flicked her hand, casting a healing spell—a small golden orb that hovered over the mercenary’s body.

“Go on, then. Go.”

She was just curious to see if someone like him could actually make it back to the front.

The mercenary crawled for a while, and the bleeding from his stump stopped.

With such a massive wound, a normal person would have bled out long ago.

But he managed to crawl over ten meters.

He picked up a knife, crawled a bit further, and then passed out on the ground.

This wave of mutant beasts wasn’t especially powerful.

But there were just so many of them.

And the mercenary corps had been rotating shifts on the front lines for days on end.

They were truly exhausted.

But they couldn’t retreat—so casualties had started to mount.

Shi Yuebai glanced at the mercenary who’d collapsed halfway.

With her healing spell, as long as his body wasn’t torn to pieces, he wouldn’t die.

She looked over at the two or three corpses lying on the rubble.

They didn’t seem to have been dead for long.

Shi Yuebai touched her chest.

She’d rested enough. It was time to head back to the Shi family, tend her crops, kill a few people, boss others around…

She really didn’t have to bother with these corpses.

But these three—they were mercenaries.

If not for them holding the line against the mutant beasts, she, the Shi family, and all the other survivor groups wouldn’t be able to stay safe in the zone.

Shi Yuebai had always preferred to solve problems at the root.

If Yi Zhe lost his mercenaries, how would they defend the front?

Even if she wanted to farm in peace, she couldn’t.

With her current strength, she could handle people—but against a horde of mutant beasts, she’d just be a side dish.

Fine, she’d save them!

Shi Yuebai didn’t hesitate. She raised her staff and drew a soul-calling rune over one of the corpses’ chests.

As long as a corpse had died within seven days, the soul-calling rune could summon its spirit back to the body.

But Shi Yuebai’s power was limited—she could only call back souls that had just died, and even then, it wasn’t guaranteed.

Luckily, the three corpses on the scene had just died from lack of timely treatment.

Shi Yuebai’s energy, which had only just calmed, began to boil again.

She took a deep breath. Control, control.

Chanting “control” over and over, Shi Yuebai teleported the corpse with the soul-calling rune back to the Shi family.

“This is crazy.”

As she drew a rune on the second corpse, she muttered,

“Why am I doing this?”

“I’m the great witch, evil incarnate—why am I saving these ants?”

“The people I risk my life to save today might stab me in the back tomorrow. I’m not saving them.”

“This is the last time I’m saving anyone. I absolutely won’t save the third corpse.”

But after she finished the rune on the third corpse and teleported it back to the Shi family—

Shi Yuebai was already disgusted with herself.

Still, she went over to the one-legged mercenary.

“Your Commander Yi should be eternally grateful to me—he ought to offer himself to me in thanks.”

Looking down at the man on the ground, she said coldly,

“I’m your savior now. Come on, call me ‘Daddy.’ Let’s hear it.”

She vented her frustration as she teleported the crawling Huo Chenggui back to the Shi family.

(I’m planning to build a house in a traditional style, since I have a lot of books.)"