Jiang Chan transmigrated from the apocalypse into a melodramatic novel filled with continuous natural disasters: drought, floods, locust plagues, epidemics... and even interwoven with various stran...
In the apocalypse, who has the time to inquire about these things?
A strong sense of revulsion welled up inside her, but being under someone else's roof, she could only suppress her impatience and give a perfunctory response.
"...Yes, I know a little."
"……good."
"...That's how it is."
The woman seemed oblivious to Jiang Chan's coldness, or rather, indifferent, and continued to press on with increasing interest, asking more and more detailed questions.
The woman's incessant questions buzzed around Jiang Chan like flies.
Jiang Chan was already exhausted and dizzy. The question made her temples throb, and her mind felt like it was a tangled mess.
To make matters worse, I suddenly felt waves of sharp pain in my abdomen.
"Hiss..." She couldn't help but gasp, her brows furrowing.
The woman immediately noticed, "Oh dear, Jiang, what's wrong? You look so pale?"
"My stomach... hurts a little." Jiang Chan clutched her stomach. "Auntie, where's the outhouse? I need to use the restroom."
"Stomach ache? Oh dear, come on, come on!" Upon hearing this, the woman immediately grabbed Jiang Chan's arm again and pulled her outside without saying a word. "Auntie will take you there! It's just behind!"
Jiang Chan stumbled as she was pulled, trying to break free. "Auntie, just tell me the place, I can manage on my own..."
"Hey! Don't be so polite with your auntie!" the woman interrupted her, tightening her grip on her arm. "It's pitch black here, you've just arrived, how are you going to find your way? You might accidentally break a taboo!"
Helpless, Jiang Chan could only be half-dragged away by her as she walked out.
Using the faint light of day, she tried hard to see her surroundings and the path ahead.
The woman had barely glanced into the alleyway when she pulled her back, saying repeatedly, "Hey, girl, don't look around! Our village is all protected by the mountain god!"
The woman's tone turned serious, leaving no room for argument, "Look outside, how many people have starved to death? Only in our Wengjia Village do we still have a little water to keep us alive! Why? Because the mountain god has shown his power! So, the rules are very strict!"
She lowered her voice, leaned close to Jiang Chan's ear, and said with a hint of mystery and warning, "Especially you guests who are staying here, you can't wander around aimlessly! And you can't go to places you shouldn't go! If you offend the mountain god and make him unhappy, and he cuts off our water supply, that would be a real disaster! No one can bear the consequences!"
Jiang Chan found these nonsensical words absurd.
What mountain god? What kind of deity has appeared out of nowhere?
But she also knew in her heart that having faith was a good thing in such desperate times.
She didn't argue, but just nodded wearily and replied perfunctorily, "Um... I understand... Thank you for reminding me, Auntie."
Seeing that she was "obedient," the woman smiled with satisfaction and continued to chatter on about the rules of the mountain god.
Soon, they led her to a simple outhouse that reeked of a strong stench.
"Look, it's right here! Go quickly!" The woman let go of his hand and stood a few steps away.
Jiang Chan clutched her stomach and quickly walked into the small, dark, and pungent space.