Chapter 149 Good luck to you all

Looking at these women with numb expressions, who had completely lost hope in life, Su Yimo felt a pang of pity.

She initially clung to Shen Nianshen not only because she genuinely had some feelings for him, but also because she was afraid he would abandon her.

After the apocalypse, all my family and friends were gone.

Among familiar people, only deep longing remains.

Having witnessed the fates of many women, Su Yimo feared that she would end up like these women in the future.

Physical attributes dictate that in the apocalypse, more men will survive than women. There will also be more male superhumans than female superhumans.

Without the constraints of law and morality, the imbalance between men and women is a truly terrifying situation.

This base may be a reflection of every dark corner of the world.

After all, even a shantytown in a large city like G couldn't prevent such things from happening.

Su Yimo carried a basket of steamed buns and walked over to distribute them.

But these people sat there motionless, like lifeless dolls. Even though their stomachs were growling loudly, they didn't even glance at the food in front of them.

"You can only survive if you have enough to eat," Su Yimo advised with a heavy heart. "Only by surviving can you have hope."

A woman turned her head, her gaze unfocused as she looked at Su Yimo: "Is there still hope?"

Su Yimo squeezed the steamed bun in her hand, unable to answer.

The women, or rather the girls, in front of me were either only eighteen or just over thirty years old. What they had in common was that they were all rather ordinary-looking.

As for his physique, he was so hungry that he was skin and bones, pale and thin, with dry, brittle hair like withered grass, messy and covered with many unidentified insects.

Yes, the pretty ones have already been chosen by the superhumans. Only the ordinary-looking ones are thrown here to be used as dolls for people to satisfy their lust at any time.

Is it their fault that they are not good-looking?

Is it their fault that they don't have superpowers?

Why do they have to go through all this?

Seeing that Su Yimo did not answer, the man tilted his head and said expressionlessly, "If they are full, they will have more energy to torment us. I might as well die."

Su Yimo stared at them in shock!

Yes, those survivors were also victims of persecution by the superhumans, but to these women, these men and the superhumans were all the same.

Ultimately, the fault lies with the superhumans, or perhaps with the times themselves.

If you lack ability, you'll be bullied, and who can you blame?

Su Yimo couldn't hand over the steamed bun in her hand.

She could no longer lie and say that as long as you're alive, there's hope.

She couldn't say she could save them, after all, she herself was just someone who needed to be saved.

Without adults around, she had to struggle to survive every day, enduring the malicious gazes of many men.

After putting the steamed buns back in the basket, Su Yimo said to them, "Good luck to you."

Aside from wishing them good luck, there seems to be nothing else that can help them.

Those people ignored her, and Su Yimo didn't say anything more. She turned and left, no longer in the mood to distribute steamed buns.

The adult sat on the sofa with her eyes closed, resting. On a small stool next to her, Gu Zijing, wearing a white shirt and holding a mobile phone, was reading a novel to her.

Su Yimo returned quietly, and looking at the peaceful scene before her, she couldn't help but feel fortunate.

Fortunately, I met an adult.

She composed herself and hurried over to help Liu Xiuping.

From now on, I must work even harder to do things for adults!