◎Happy 90th Day: The more I think about it, the angrier I get◎

Chu Buwen actually had a table knife.

Not only that, but they were branded goods, a complete set of small golden egg tableware, which were obviously bought by the original owner of the shelter.

"Do you have any grudges with that group of people?" Chu Buwen asked with a little uncertainty when he saw Jiang Muyun holding the dinner knife with a happy look on his face.

"Grudge?" Jiang Muyun put down all his luggage and took out the bullets and hand grenades from his bag. "It's not a grudge, really. I owed him something in my past life, and it's just right that I'm paying him back in this life."

In her previous life, she had just arrived in Nanshi when she was inexplicably arrested and locked up.

At first, she was tied up and locked in a large cage with a group of people. It was said that these people were all captured as human sacrifices for private breeding.

As for human sacrifice, Jiang Muyun was not unfamiliar with this term.

In the apocalypse, there were also humanoid creatures with human skin, and she had seen many of them killing their own kind for fun.

Some people call it raising slaves, some call it raising two-legged sheep, and some call it human sacrifice.

They are called differently, but they do similar things.

But Jiang Muyun couldn't understand it. She had always been very careful to avoid people, and there was nothing unusual around her at the time. How could she be discovered for no reason?

The cage door would be opened every few days, taking a few or a group away. In short, Jiang Muyun had never seen anyone come back after going out.

Occasionally, there would be unlucky people like her who were newly captured.

Jiang Muyun had always been very careful in hiding, and had evaded arrest several times. It wasn't until one day, when the men straightened everyone out for inspection, singling out those around her height, that Jiang Muyun fell for their trick.

Then they were taken into a courtyard with a fountain garden. Someone stood upstairs and looked down, and Jiang Muyun was taken out alone.

Then she was washed clean and sent to the dining table of the rich second generation.

"It's a woman, what a pleasant surprise." The second-generation rich man smiled with satisfaction after seeing her. "I used to like young men because I thought they had bigger tempers, were more impulsive, and were exciting. But then I realized that women who have lived through the apocalypse long enough are more to my liking."

"Your eyes are very beautiful." The second-generation rich man sighed, "So beautiful that even if you were locked up for so many days and still didn't know how to behave, I wouldn't be angry."

The second-generation rich man politely invited her to dinner and showed her his collection - a group of real human sacrifices whose identities could not be seen except in appearance.

Of course, some of them no longer look like humans.

Even though Jiang Muyun at that time prided himself on being well-traveled and knowledgeable, he was still shocked by the way that second-generation rich kid played.

To be frank, this was the most imaginative little yellow mosquito she had ever seen. It was surprising that someone could actually create a real-life version.

Jiang Muyun only thought for three seconds. When the other party put a piece of unknown meat to her mouth, she decisively picked up the knife and took action.

Perhaps there were many people like her who tried to attack the second-generation rich kid, so the second-generation rich kid's bodyguards reacted quickly and handled the situation skillfully, and even the second-generation rich kid himself was not very surprised.

But they probably didn't expect that after half of Jiang Muyun's arm was twisted, he would not care about himself at all and continued to rush forward against the force.

Half of her arm was broken by the bodyguard, and the other half of her strength was due to herself.

Jiang Muyun had one hand restrained, so he used the fork in his other hand to stab the second-generation rich man's throat.

Then the bodyguard, in shock and anger, pressed the dinner knife in her hand into her body.

It hurt, but Jiang Muyun wasn't stabbed to death immediately. So she didn't waste any energy. At the last moment, she used a fork to stir the second-generation rich man's throat twice to ensure that he was completely dead.

Then Jiang Muyun opened his eyes and found that he had switched accounts and started over.

She thought that since she had killed the culprit, God gave her another chance and didn't want her to be entangled with a second-generation rich man every day with bitterness and hatred, so she didn't think of seeking revenge specifically.

Not living a good life just because of a little anger in your heart, and spending your precious energy and time on seeking revenge is like picking up sesame seeds and throwing away watermelons.

But it’s different now. The other party is the one who comes knocking on the door himself.

Now, revenge is like holding a watermelon in one hand and sesame seeds in the other, without delaying either, and making her happy life more complete. How could she let go of such a destiny?

Jiang Muyun put the dinner knife in her arms and was loading the bullets into the magazine one by one. When the gun was ready, Chu Buwen brought her a tactical vest.

Jiang Muyun touched the texture and it seemed to be bulletproof.

Jiang Muyun took the tactical vest and asked, "Why don't you ask me what my grudge is with them?"

"Looking at your attitude, do I need to ask?" Chu Buwen said helplessly.

"If you don't want to say it, then don't say it. But you have to take me with you no matter what you want to do. I shouldn't be a burden." Chu Buwen was wearing the same tactical vest and put several special steel knives that were shaped like ordinary fruit knives into his pockets.

This shape of knife is the easiest to find in the apocalypse, and is also the one they are most familiar with.

Jiang Muyun remembered that he had said a few days ago that he would give Chu Buwen more trust, but just now he subconsciously ignored it.

"Of course I'll take you with me. We're close friends, so you have to help me get revenge." She explained a little embarrassedly, "It's not that I don't want to talk about it, it's just that things are a bit complicated."

Chu Buwen was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, but he felt that this was not the time for him to be happy.

Finally, when the two of them had prepared their equipment and were about to go out again, Chu Buwen asked tentatively, "Then, then, can you tell me briefly?"

After saying that, he hastily added, "Let's get out first. If we delay for too long, they might leave."

Jiang Muyun jumped out of the distribution box with a light leap: "You can't walk far."

It's not that she looked down on that second-generation rich kid, he just had a perverted hobby and looked scary. In fact, if they fought one-on-one, Jiang Muyun could cut him into a daisy by herself.

Otherwise, in his previous life, he wouldn't have had to keep a bodyguard by his side for everything he did, and he wouldn't have been stabbed to death by Jiang Muyun with a fork.

In the short time it took them to get to the shelter, the second-generation rich kid was considered healthy if he could walk 300 meters on the mountain road.

"Come to think of it, we've never spoken about this before." Jiang Muyun said briskly, "I died at his hands in my previous life. How about you?"

She remembered Chu Buwen saying that they both came back at about the same time, but she wondered if their deaths were also about the same time.

Chu Buwen didn't answer, but repeated: "Died at his hands?"

Jiang Muyun raised the telescope to observe the situation of the group of people. After confirming that they were still there, he signaled Chu Buwen to follow.

"Yeah." Jiang Muyun was a little distracted while speaking.

Had she been to such a place in her previous life, and without realizing it, been seen clearly by people on the distant mountain with telescopes?

"I was the first one he captured on his left, and the first one he killed on his right. Wow, they're all here." Jiang Muyun murmured, "It seems they're all his trusted confidants. No wonder he brings them along for everything he does."

Jiang Muyun certainly didn't know who had captured her and put her in the cage, because she had been drugged and knocked unconscious, and when she opened her eyes she found herself in the cage.

But she remembered that the one who came to pick human sacrifices every time was the big bald guy on the left of the second-generation rich man.

And the bodyguard on his right, when that second-generation rich guy was about to use the two pounds of flesh under his crotch, he did not forget to keep this person by his side. This trust is also very extraordinary.

No wonder I couldn’t find you later.

Chu Buwen's face was calm and no emotion could be seen, but his hand unconsciously rested on the dagger at his waist.

"Follow me." Jiang Muyun called out.

The two of them plunged into the lush forest and approached the open space in the valley where the group of people were.

The dense jungle could well conceal the figures of the two men, but it also blocked their sight, so that they could no longer see the movements of the group of people directly through the telescope as before.

Dabai poked his head out of Chu Buwen's pocket and climbed all the way onto Chu Buwen's shoulder.

Taking advantage of Chu Buwen's height, Dabai used his hind legs to jump nimbly and jumped onto the tree next to him.

Dabai jumped a few times among the bushes and ran a long way away. After a while, when he saw that they didn't catch up, he squatted on a branch and looked back at them, with his tail wagging as if to express his impatience.

Chu Buwen whispered, "Just follow it. Animals are always keen in this regard."

Jiang Muyun and Chu Buwen had lived in the mountains and forests for a long time. Even though they were in the forest now, they had a basic sense of direction and could see that Dabai was leading them to the group of people they were looking for.

Jiang Muyun and Chu Buwen moved very carefully, and did not move any closer until they reached a place where they could see the group of people clearly again.

Thanks to the fact that the group chose a low-lying open space, Jiang Muyun and Chu Buwen hid on a protruding mountain wall, and their movements could be seen clearly from top to bottom.

The person surrounded by the group of people was also a person.

He was completely naked, his limbs broken and bent at odd angles before being buried in the earth. U-shaped iron hooks had pierced his shoulder blades, nailing them directly to the ground. His head was also half buried, with only his nose and mouth exposed, opening and closing weakly.

The most terrifying thing was that his exposed skin was cut with countless wounds, and the wounds were stuffed with... mushrooms.

No, it should be said that it grew out of the wound, it was a mushroom.

And now, someone was holding a knife and digging the mushrooms out of his body.

Jiang Muyun heard a familiar voice.

"Dig all the dirt off him." The voice said with obvious dissatisfaction. "It must be because you stuffed dirt in there before. The mushrooms here are no different from those grown in the field."

"Where are the mushroom seeds? Can't you just stuff the seeds in directly?" Jiang Muyun heard the man scold.

The person being scolded had a bitter look on his face: "Master Hui, this guy seems to be dying, why are you still planting?"

The young man in the white T-shirt called Mr. Hui frowned and signaled his bodyguard to go and investigate.

The bodyguard stepped on the mouth and nose of the man on the ground.

After a few seconds, the man's exposed body shook twice.

Not dead yet, but barely alive.

The young man looked a little distressed. "It's too much trouble. Let's get another one. It's just right to plant two together. I want to see whether it's better to plant the living one or the dead one."

The young man's left-hand confidant responded proactively, and then said with some embarrassment: "Master, we don't know much about mushroom seeds. We can only fill it with soil. This..."

The young man stood on tiptoe and crushed a mushroom that was still growing in the man's body.

Dirty blood squeezed out from the soles of his shoes, and his confidants immediately fell silent.

Chu Buwen's face was frighteningly gloomy.

Jiang Muyun said softly, "Don't let them draw people here by firing their guns. It will be difficult for us to leave later."

This place is far away from the main sphere of influence of the Western Suburbs Base. In addition, the group of people below are in a low-lying area, and there are trees on the surrounding mountains to block their view. Jiang Muyun believes that the sound of the loaded gun will not attract anyone unless the patrol team of the Western Suburbs Base happens to pass by here.

However, the patrol teams of the Western Suburbs Base only patrol the periphery and would never run into such a valley.

But if the group of people below found an opportunity to open fire, given people's current sensitivity to gunshots, the sound of rifle shots without any warning would definitely attract people from miles around.

"There are two people with guns." Jiang Muyun said, "One on the left and one on the right. They are his two trusted confidants."

Given how much that second-generation rich man values ​​his life, even when he is traveling in the mountains in the western suburbs, he never forgets to bring his two confidants with him.

But also because he valued his life too much, he didn't even give guns to those who were not his confidants.

This makes it easier for Jiang Muyun to take action.

Chu Buwen pointed to the nearby jungle and said, "I'm going to fish for people."

Jiang Muyun nodded: "Just catch one."

It is definitely impossible for the two close confidants of the second-generation rich man to leave him at the same time. It would be a victory if he could lure one of them away.

Chu Buwen quietly hid in the forest. After a while, a strange noise came from the bushes not far away from the group of people.

The first person to go into the jungle to investigate was the one who had just been scolded for not digging out the soil cleanly when digging out the wound.

This man had been living in the mountains in the western suburbs since the tsunami. Later, because he was afraid of death, he went directly to the base and led them to search out many survivors hiding in the mountains. Only then did he have the opportunity to be attentive to the only son of the person in power.

But he has no ability and can only flatter with a humble look, so he is the one with the lowest status among the group of lackeys.

He swallowed, clenched the knife still stained with blood and dirt in his hand, and walked slowly through the woods.

The sky was as dark as usual, and the woods were even darker.

The tangled branches and clumps of grass were intertwined, and the slightest movement would frighten him.

It is said that if you have done nothing wrong, you don’t have to worry about ghosts knocking on your door, but he... he can’t help but not be afraid!

Especially when he found the strange black cat standing on a tree not far away and staring at him, this fear reached its peak.

The black cat on the treetop meowed softly, which scared the man so much that he turned and ran away.

His head turned, too far.

Chu Buwen hung upside down on a thick branch and let go of the man whose neck he had broken.

The man's body fell to the ground with a small thud. It wasn't noisy, but it caught the attention of the people standing in the open space.

The bodyguard frowned, whispered something in the ear of Mr. Hui, and walked into the jungle with the rifle in his hand.

Not long after, there was no strange movement in the woods, but Dabai jumped silently to Jiang Muyun's side.

Jiang Muyun knew that Chu Buwen had succeeded.

"Young Master, why don't you retreat first?" The confidant keenly sensed that something was wrong, raised his gun, and looked around vigilantly.

The young man looked at the still-uncleared human mushroom culture dish on the ground with some dissatisfaction. "Why are you panicking? If something really happens, won't he just shoot? Did you hear the gunshot?"

The confidant hesitated after hearing this.

The two of them have followed their young master for many years and have a certain understanding of each other's abilities. He doesn't think that anyone can get rid of his partner without knowing it, or even make him unable to fire his gun.

Jiang Muyun reached out and patted Dabai, signaling it to go back to find Chu Buwen, while she herself went in the opposite direction of Chu Buwen.

While everyone's attention was on Chu Buwen, Jiang Muyun quickly climbed up a mutant camphor tree less than two meters away from those people, using its lush branches and leaves to hide his body.

There were only three people in this group who were carrying guns, two of them were carrying rifles, and the other one was a second-generation rich man who also had a pistol on his waist.

One of the two people with □□ was a bodyguard, and he had been killed by Chu Buwen.

The other is that confidant.

Judging from the way he always stood in front of that rich second generation guy, Jiang Muyun felt that it should not be difficult for Chu Buwen to deal with him.

What remains is——

Jiang Muyun clearly saw the crown of a tall tree opposite swaying without wind. Her thigh muscles tensed, and when Chu Buwen's flying knife and bullet simultaneously embedded into the body of that confidant, she jumped down and pounced accurately on the young man in the crowd who was dressed cleanly but had blood on the toes of his shoes.

Accompanied by two muffled sounds of "ka", the young man's shrill scream was cut off midway.

Jiang Muyun's movements in breaking people's arms were extremely skilled.

Press the joint, bend it in the opposite direction, and it will click.

Her arm was broken in the same way in her previous life.

Jiang Muyun quickly and efficiently broke both of the young man's arms, and then pressed his head directly into the soft mud, successfully making him swallow his screams.

At the foot of the mountain, a thin man who was discussing which woman he would choose tonight paused and asked hesitantly, "Was there any sound just now?"

"Humph, that young master is looking for fun again. I heard that he has been using living people to grow mushrooms in this area recently." Another old man in the team sneered.

"A living, a living person? This...how can this be possible?" A man who looked honest and simple seemed a little unbelievable.

"Why not?" Another man who looked similar to him said with a puff of his tongue, "In the past, you had to pay for your life, but now you don't have to pay for it. We are not considered human beings in the eyes of those rich people. Second brother, be careful with your words in the future. If you offend someone, don't blame me for not saving you."

"Okay, stop talking nonsense and finish your patrol and go back to base." As soon as the leader spoke, the others didn't dare to say a word.

Although the leader had been following their boss since before the end of the world, he was also full of dissatisfaction with his boss's son who had no ability and many bad habits, so his subordinates dared to frame him in front of him.

The patrolmen started telling dirty jokes again, but the young man who was pinned to the ground by Jiang Muyun was not having a good time.

His father was injured when he was young, and he was the only son in his father's life, so he had to grow up with nothing.

Not to mention after the apocalypse, even if he had caused a death before the apocalypse, his father would have covered it for him without saying a word.

The young master, who usually gets angry for three days if he gets a scratch on his skin, has never suffered such hardship in his life!

His face was pressed into the soil and he couldn't see what was happening outside, but his ears were not deaf!

There was a constant rumble of gunfire and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, as if the god of death was ringing the bell in his ears.

The young master, who had countless lives on his hands and claimed to be fearless, was now trembling with teeth.

Jiang Muyun held the gun with one hand and held the young man down with the other hand without loosening his grip at all.

After Chu Buwen confirmed that no one around was still breathing, Jiang Muyun moved his knee away from the young man's back.

Without waiting for the young man to make a sound, Jiang Muyun directly pushed the gun barrel into his mouth.

Chu Buwen's face was darker than the weather today. He raised the gun and pulled the trigger between the young man's legs.

A sob suddenly escaped from the young man's throat, and tears fell like a faucet. He didn't even care about the gun barrel that Jiang Muyun stuffed in his mouth, and struggled desperately.

Jiang Muyun sighed: "Don't be afraid, it hasn't hit you yet, your thing is still there."

Seeing the young man collapse to the ground with tears on his face, Jiang Muyun took out a dinner knife and performed a few beautiful knife tricks in front of the young man.

"Listen carefully, I ask, you answer. If you dare to scare me loudly, you will have no descendants." Jiang Muyun was also polite at this moment.

When the young man heard that the woman didn't seem to be planning to kill him, the hope that suddenly rose in his heart made him nod desperately.

Jiang Muyun was very satisfied with the friendly agreement reached between the two parties and pulled the gun barrel out of the young man's throat.

The young man coughed a few times tremblingly, and because Jiang Muyun told him not to speak loudly, he even coughed in a suppressed manner.

"Let me guess. If I ask you how many guns, bullets and ammunition you have in your base, a loser like you probably won't be able to tell me." Jiang Muyun looked quite regretful.

The young man subconsciously wanted to curse after hearing this, but then he glanced at the cold knife in Jiang Muyun's hand, and the gun muzzle of Chu Buwen that was always pointed between his legs, and silently swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

Jiang Muyun thought for a moment and said, "Then tell me how many people are there in your base, and what did they do before the apocalypse?"

The young man swallowed and stammered, "I-there are probably a few hundred people in our base. What they do, I-I really don't know."

The young man looked at Jiang Muyun's increasingly worse complexion and almost started to cry again.

"I asked you to talk about the founder of the base." Jiang Muyun was so angry that he was furious.

In her previous life, she was killed by such a useless person. She felt sorry for herself when she thought about it.

"Oh oh oh, the founder. The founder is my dad, and there are him, his assistant, and his subordinates. I heard from my dad that there are thirty-four of us." The young man spoke haltingly and quickly, fearing that if he said a word a little later, he would have no descendants.

Jiang Muyun slid the cold knife down the young man's throat and asked, "What else?"

"A-anything else?" The young man was confused for a moment, then he was frightened by Jiang Muyun's expression and his mind raced: "Oh, that, my dad used to be a businessman. He, he did all kinds of business!"

The young man was sweating profusely, and this time he really started to cry: "There are real estate companies and shipping companies, everything. I really don't know what else they are doing. I haven't even graduated yet and haven't even joined a company yet!"

"Shipping company." Jiang Muyun seemed to be thinking about something, but his tone was still gentle. "Which part of Nanshi did you come from? And why did you choose the western suburbs as your base?"

The young man seemed bewildered by this appearance. Although he still stuttered a bit, at least his speech was smooth. "I came from Hai City. I, I heard from my dad that there are soldiers stationed here. Maybe we can find the ammunition depot."

No wonder.

No wonder these dozens of people were able to develop the Western Suburbs Base into a well-known base in the surrounding area.

No wonder even in the tenth year of the apocalypse, this second-generation rich guy can still raise dozens or even hundreds of human sacrifices in the base for his amusement.

I’m afraid that all the things in the arsenal of the Nanshan Army in the previous life have fallen into their hands?

What is the attitude of the North District Base?

Seeing Jiang Muyun remained silent for a while, the young man immediately cried and begged, "This is all I know. Really, please let me go."

Jiang Muyun did not press the issue any further. How much could he expect from a useless guy who only spent his days thinking about how to turn the little yellow mosquito into a real person to understand about important matters?

Regardless of whether he really doesn't know or is pretending not to know, the information he has said so far is enough.

If this man were to reveal all his family assets right away, Jiang Muyun would not dare to believe him.

After asking all the questions he wanted to ask, Jiang Muyun asked with a smile, "Do you know why I'm bothering you today?"

The young man shook his head tremblingly.

Jiang Muyun was very satisfied: "It's good that you don't know."

Just like she didn't know why she was caught and put in the cage in her previous life.

Seeing that she seemed to be in a good mood, the young man immediately showed hope on his face.

Seeing his reaction, Jiang Muyun asked gently, "Have you ever heard of the term 'unforeseen disaster'?"

The young man nodded.

Although he had not been well educated, he could still understand this kind of idiom.

I just don't know why this woman asked this.

Then he was thrown over and felt a sharp pain in his back.

It was Jiang Muyun who forced the not-so-sharp dinner knife into his waist.

The young man could even feel the dull pain as the blade scraped across his spine.

Jiang Muyun's eyes showed no emotion. She said calmly, "That's good to know. This is my return to you."

Damn it! In her previous life, she had barely survived the days of wandering and was about to find a home to settle down, but she ended up falling at the hands of such a loser. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got!

A strong wind suddenly arose, and the cloudy sky even turned bluish-white for a moment.

Jiang Muyun took all the guns, bullets and ammunition from the men, wiped the blood off his hands with a cold face, and then looked at the time. It was almost two o'clock in the afternoon.

Jiang Muyun frowned slightly: "The weather is not right, we need to move faster."