Chapter 64: Living is also suffering

The two of them looked up at each other, and at this moment, it was the woman who panicked first.

"Yang Fan, don't listen to her. We can kill her together," the woman's mind was working rapidly, thinking of countermeasures.

In terms of physical strength and martial arts, she would not be a match for Yang Fan. Even if she got the dagger, she would definitely die at Yang Fan's hands.

The best solution right now is to calm Yang Fan down first, and then work together to get rid of the woman in front of them.

"Yang Fan, calm down first. The gun in her hand must be fake. We are together. Listen to me, if we work together, we can definitely kill her."

But Yang Fan frowned as he looked at the gun in Xiang Yu's hand. He recognized the gun in Xiang Yu's hand and it should be real.

"You still have one and a half minutes..."

Xiang Yu's cold voice sounded, and to the ears of the two people it sounded like a death warrant.

Soon, one of the figures moved, and the man quickly bent down and picked up the dagger.

"You have one minute..."

Xiang Yu lazily reported the time, leaning against the wall and looking at the two of them coldly.

"Shasha, I'm sorry..." The man raised the dagger in his hand and stabbed at the woman, but the woman started counting the death count from Xiang Yu.

She had been thinking of countermeasures in her mind and paying close attention to the man's actions. Now that she saw that he really picked up the dagger, there was disappointment and some panic in her eyes.

She dodged the man's knife in time, but her cotton coat around her waist was still cut.

"Thirty seconds left..."

Xiang Yu's cold voice rang out, and a trace of panic appeared on the man's face. He didn't want to die.

"Yang Fan, don't be stupid. Let's join forces and kill her together. Then we can both survive..." The woman was dodging just now.

She fell directly to the ground. If Yang Fan attacked her at this time, she would definitely die.

Yang Fan pretended to stab his girlfriend with the knife in his hand, but he was actually observing Xiang Yu looking at his watch, right now.

The dagger in his hand slashed towards Xiang Yu's neck. Two gunshots rang out in the corridor. Xiang Yu looked at the two bodies on the ground with an indifferent expression.

In fact, she had never intended to let the two of them walk out of here alive. She had encountered such despicable deception tactics as theirs in her previous life.

He could still smell a faint smell of gunpowder at the tip of his nose. Xiang Yu ignored the two bodies and went back to his room to continue sleeping.

They left here after breakfast in the morning. After a night, the bodies of the two people in the corridor were frozen solid. Xiang Yu drove the snowmobile back to the village.

Now that the temperature has warmed up to around minus ten degrees Celsius, you don't need to wear such thick cotton clothes.

After getting up in the morning, Xiang Yu would exercise around the village as usual. The snow on the ground was slowly melting, and sometimes he would come back from exercise.

There was still a lot of yellow mud on the shoes.

Grandma's food had been eaten up long ago, and she has been completely dependent on Xiang Yu's support since the 13th of this month, and she is still alive today.

She felt bad for eating so much of Xiang Yu's food. After all, food was so precious nowadays.

When she had free time, she would use the wool at home to sew soles for Xiang Yu. She crocheted a few pairs of woolen shoes and stuffed them with some cotton to keep them warm.

When Xiang Yu came back from exercising in the morning, she saw her great-grandmother standing at the door waiting for her. The old woman was holding a black bag of clinker in her hand and waved to Xiang Yu when she saw her coming.

"Xiao Yu, these are some pairs of cotton shoes that grandma picked for you, take them quickly."

Xiang Yu didn't hesitate and accepted it directly. After dinner, Xiang Yu looked at the time, lay on the sofa, and let his thoughts wander.

Of the remaining elderly people in the village, the only ones still alive are Grandma and Old Man Xiang from the west end of the village.

Although there was nothing wrong on the grandmother's face, Xiang Yu could see some grayness in her eyes. Her time should be running out soon.

Most of those elderly people who died were friends she had known since childhood. She watched them die one by one in front of her eyes.

Her desire to survive is not very strong. Besides, Uncle Xiang's family has also gone to the shelter, and most of them will not come back to pick her up.

After that, Xiang Yu delivered supplies to her twice more and chatted with her for a while until the sound of firecrackers came from the west end of the village in the evening.

This voice was most familiar to Xiang Yu, who had heard it many times in the village recently.

There is a custom in the village when an old person dies, which is to set off firecrackers to indicate the death.

But the children of those old people had already left, and when they realized they were about to die, they set off firecrackers for themselves.

Almost every household in the village has some firecrackers.

When the grandmother heard the sound, the cup in her hand fell to the ground. She took the broom from Xiang Yu and swept it simply.

"It's better to be gone, it's better to be gone. It's suffering to live," the grandmother murmured in a low voice, but her figure hunched again.

Xiang Yu saw that her condition was getting worse day by day, and she knew that her grandmother's time was probably coming.

The Chinese New Year is just three days away. Xiang Yu looked at her situation and took some things to decorate the yard.