Chapter 1289: The Daughter Abandoned During Escape (1)

Chang Shichu had been trapped under the pile of dead bodies for more than a day. She had not yet died, but she was almost dead. She was first hit by a wooden stick and then stabbed again. Almost all the blood in her body had been drained.

If she hadn't come, the original owner would have died in this battle. It couldn't really be considered a battle, because almost no troops from any side came to resist. Only some civilians organized themselves to resist, but they were quickly killed by the enemy soldiers. After they were gone, the enemy army immediately massacred all the civilians in the city...

Now a day and a night had passed since the massacre, and there were almost no living people left in the city. The enemy troops had killed and looted everything and left, leaving behind only the bodies of the dead civilians all over the city with no one to collect them.

Chang Shichu gritted her teeth and struggled to push away the corpse that was pressing on her, and finally saw the light of day. However, she was now seriously injured and had not eaten or drunk anything for a day and a night, so her body was very weak. Just the movement of pushing the corpse just now made her eyes go black and she felt dizzy.

She looked around and found no one alive, so she took out a bottle of glucose from the companion space and drank it. After drinking it, she felt a little stronger, so she took out the anti-inflammatory and hemostatic drugs and swallowed them in one gulp.

When she finally regained some strength, she began to check her body and found that a bullet was still stuck under her left collarbone. The wound had turned black and inflamed, looking extremely hideous.

She closed her eyes, found some painkillers from the space and swallowed them, then picked up a knife and began to dig the bullet out of the wound.

When she was dug out, her forehead was covered with sweat and her face was pale.

After the bullet was dug out, she applied medicine and bandaged the wound. As for the knife wound, which did not hit a vital part, Chang Shichu sewed it up with a needle with trembling hands.

After treating her wounds, Chang Shichu decided to leave. There were too many corpses here and the place had started to stink. There were flies, ants and insects everywhere, and her nose was filled with the stench of rotting corpses. If she stayed here any longer, she might die.

War is extremely cruel. Even someone as strong-willed as her would feel an inexpressible grief and resentment when she sees human corpses, blackened blood, and broken limbs everywhere.

She slowly moved out from the sea of ​​blood and corpses, her body covered in blood. If someone saw her current appearance, they would definitely be scared to death, but there were no living people now, so Chang Shichu didn't have to worry about this problem.

Half an hour later, she returned to her original home.

The door of the house had been smashed open long ago, and the furniture, furnishings and windows were all smashed. The house was in a mess, obviously having been visited by the enemy, and all the valuables were gone.

Chang Shichu had already prepared herself for this mentally. She just wanted to find a place that could shelter her from the wind and rain. She already had other daily necessities in her space, so she didn't need to look for them anymore.

The original owner was the third daughter of Chang Gui, a wealthy businessman in Qing'an City. However, she was not favored. Her biological mother was Chang Gui's fourth concubine, who had died long ago. Chang Gui was not a man of long-lasting love, so the fourth concubine died, anyway, he still had an original wife, five young and beautiful concubines, a smart and capable eldest son, a sensible and filial youngest son, a sweet and lively eldest daughter, a gentle and quiet second daughter, and a clever and eccentric fourth daughter...

The third daughter of the original owner was a invisible person in the Chang family. The more prestigious servants in the family lived better than her. This time when Qing'an City was massacred, Chang Gui had already known about it in advance. Before the enemy army attacked, she joined forces with other powerful families in Qing'an City and fled with her family.

He took the family's valuables, including his first wife and several concubines. Naturally, his other children would not be left behind either. But it was a pity for the original owner, who was unknown. No one told her about their escape. In order to keep it secret, the Chang family fled in a low-key and quiet manner. They fled in the middle of the night, and no one remembered to call the original owner when they fled, so she was left behind.

When she woke up at dawn, she found her house empty. She hurriedly ran out to look for someone, but the enemy arrived at that moment. Unfortunately, she died in the knife-wielding warehouse like other people in Qing'an City.

The original owner's eldest sister, Chang Shuzhen, is the heroine of this world. The original owner only appeared in her memories, and she summed it up with one sentence, "My third sister unfortunately died in the massacre in Qing'an City." She did not mention why the whole Chang family was fine, but she was the only one who died in the massacre.

Chang Shichu shook her head and stopped thinking about the Chang family. The original owner was dead, so her life now had nothing to do with the Chang family.

She tidied up the place where the original owner lived, took out the bedding and lay down. She needed to have a good rest to recover her body.

She didn't know how long she slept. Chang Shichu woke up when her stomach growled with hunger. She took out a box of self-heating hot pot, fetched some water from the well, and ate a meal in a hurry.

After filling her stomach, she checked the two wounds and found that they had begun to scab over and heal, so she changed the bandages and re-bandaged them.

After having enough rest, she was in good spirits, so she walked out of the Chang family's gate. It was still very quiet outside the door, and she could even hear the birds singing from the distant jungle outside the city.

The Chang family's home was in the city center, and there were several bodies lying at the door. She took a look, dragged the bodies to the street, piled them together, poured a bucket of alcohol, lit them on fire.

She was now seriously injured and did not have the ability to dig a pit to bury these people, so she had to cremate them in the simplest way.

As the fire burned fiercely, she continued to drag corpses from other places far away, trying to burn as many as possible.

For the next few days, she did this kind of work, cremating the dead, finding things to pack up their ashes, and waiting until her wounds healed, then finding a place to bury the ashes. This would prevent them from becoming wandering ghosts with no one to take care of them, and if there were relatives and friends scattered around in the future, they would have a place to worship them.

On the fourth day, sounds of human activities finally appeared in Qing'an City.

Chang Shichu covered the aching wound and looked in the direction where the voice came from.

"Why is there a fire here?" A young man's voice suddenly sounded, followed by a shocked voice, "Is the corpse burning?!"

"Are there any survivors?"

Chang Shichu stood there, waiting for them to come over.

"Little girl! Are you alone?" the steady voice asked her hesitantly.

Chang Shichu nodded.

"Are you hurt?" Chang Shichu looked up and saw a man in his thirties.

(End of this chapter)