Chapter Sixty: Returning Home

Mu Qingyu actually really wanted to shoot him, but she was ultimately wary of him having a gun. No matter how powerful a cold weapon is, it can't compare to a firearm. Besides, she knew that he was also a physical mutant like her.

Mu Qingyu's intention in setting the fire was not to burn many people to death. The buildings were all reinforced concrete structures, and as long as they were discovered early, most of them would have had time to escape even if the fire was not extinguished.

All she wanted was to burn down Gu's headquarters so he couldn't continue causing trouble there.

The siblings watched Han Yu warily, and seeing that she really didn't intend to stop them, they quickly ran past her.

Han Yu watched the brother and sister running away, his face full of interest—if he remembered correctly, the things the brother and sister were carrying this morning had been confiscated, right?

If he wasn't mistaken, the crossbow in the girl's hand seemed to have appeared out of thin air? Interesting!

Han Yu thought for a moment, then walked towards the factory where he had caught the siblings that morning—it was empty, the factory was empty!

This is really interesting!

Mu Qingyu and her brother successfully escaped from Han Yu and left the village.

They encountered a few zombies on the road, which the siblings easily dealt with. Now, even Mu Qingrong can calmly handle zombies.

The two rode a motorcycle together again to avoid accidentally separating at night. Mu Qingrong, sitting on the back, could also deal with any zombies that approached them on the way.

"Sister, what did that person mean? Why did he let us go?" Mu Qingrong was completely baffled. That person had a gun, so the probability of him stopping them was quite high.

Even if they couldn't stop them, they could at least buy time. Once the people who were burned behind them realized what was happening, the siblings wouldn't be able to escape so easily.

Mu Qingyu also recalled the time when the wall was being built. It was this same man with the hunting rifle who readily let her go out with him. In fact, on the part of the path she rushed towards the grove, that man could have easily fired his gun, but he didn't.

That person's behavior was really strange, and Mu Qingyu couldn't figure out the other person's logic either.

"I don't know either. But it's always good that we left safely." Not only did they leave safely, but they also gained a lot, so it's not a bad thing.

"That makes sense," Mu Qingrong muttered, and then stopped dwelling on the matter.

When Mu Qingyu and her brother returned to room number 3, it was already broad daylight.

Hearing someone return, Mo Huaiyu immediately came out.

"I thought something had happened to you. You were gone for a whole day and night." Mo Huaiyu said, holding the little black dog in his arms, "You don't even want the puppies anymore."

Because she was going out and didn't know when she would be back, Mu Qingrong entrusted the dog to Mo Huaiyu's care a day in advance. The two had been getting along quite well recently.

The dog whimpered a few times in Mo Huaiyu's arms, seemingly expressing its dissatisfaction.

"Don't even mention it, it really almost caused an accident." Mu Qingrong went over and picked up the dog, rubbing it in her arms several times. "I'll go home, take a shower, and then eat something. I'll talk to you later."

"Don't eat at home, Aunt Mei has made extra. Come over and eat after you shower," Mo Huaiyu said.

"Okay then." Mu Qingrong nodded in agreement.

The siblings had been traveling for a day and a night, and their moods had been up and down. Taking a bath was the best way to relax.

The bathwater was from the old well, which Mu Qingyu had brought into the house before the apocalypse, and later Mu Qingrong helped connect a water purifier.

After purifying it once, she used it for bathing. She dared not drink it. Water sources in the post-apocalyptic world are polluted to varying degrees, but Mu Qingyu didn't know the extent of the pollution now.

Yesterday, when I visited Hanjiacun, they didn't seem to have any water shortage problems, which means that at least outside the city, the water issue hasn't yet erupted on a large scale.

After taking a shower, the siblings went next door to mooch a meal. They didn't go empty-handed; they brought two 1.5-liter bottles of mineral water and two bags of snail rice noodles.

Aunt Mei silently accepted it without saying anything more. However, Mu Qingyu could sense that Aunt Mei had become much more polite and distant towards her—probably because the incident of her shooting the skinny monkey that day had left a huge shadow in Aunt Mei's heart.

Mu Qingyu didn't say much about this, but was just glad that she had prepared two plans.

Otherwise, if Aunt Mei were to live with them now, given her situation, it would be unbearable for everyone to live under the same roof every day. Moreover—they'd probably have many more opportunities to kill people in the future.

“I’ve mentioned the water pollution issue to you before. I’ll say it again: although the water in the village comes from wells, try not to drink it if you can avoid it. I also kept a lot of bottled water in the house.”

"Using it for bathing seems fine for now, but it's best to avoid getting it in your mouth, nose, or eyes, and also avoid having any open wounds on your body," Mu Qingyu instructed Mo Huaiyu.

Clearly, Mo Huaiyu listens to her and can control Aunt Mei, which is better than her having to instruct Aunt Mei now.

Aunt Mei made fragrant noodles with soybean paste for breakfast today. She made the soybean paste herself. She also made steamed buns, which she made herself. They were fragrant and soft.

The siblings ate their fill. It was the greatest comfort they could receive after a day of hardship and sleeping outdoors.

Back home, the two of them don't plan to go out for the next couple of days; they'll rest when they need to. And resting won't mean being idle.

Take care of the dog at home, and grow some vegetables on the rooftop. Mu Qingrong could also do some research, perhaps on firearms or defense systems.

Mu Qingyu planned to enter the space to check on the seeds she had sown and sort out the new items she had collected.

"Sister, we still need to find a way to solve our cooking problem. We can't keep relying on the neighbors forever," Mu Qingrong said.

If he had ever considered "hiring" Aunt Mei to cook before, he no longer does. Even Mu Qingrong could sense Aunt Mei's growing distance from her sister.

When did it start? Was it after those bad guys knocked on the door that day? After my sister shot the person who climbed over the wall with an arrow? Or was it after they took Xiao Mo to wipe out that group of people that night?

In any case, Mu Qingrong sensed the change in Aunt Mei's attitude towards her sister.

Mu Qingrong was a little angry. He knew that the house next door was given to Aunt Mei and the others by his sister, and the supplies inside the house were also prepared by his sister in advance.

He couldn't understand why Aunt Mei had any reason to dislike his sister. Even if his sister owed the orphanage, Grandpa had paid it back with money when he found her.

Mu Qingrong had heard some things about the orphanage from Mo Huaiyu these past few days.

Perhaps without the money Grandpa gave, the orphanage would have gone out of business long ago, let alone settled so many children before the demolition.