The old woman's withered hand patted the little boy's back several times, and the rice ball in the boy's throat seemed to be slapped out. He made a muffled "gag" sound, and immediately raised his dirty little hand to cover his mouth. It seemed that something had been swallowed.

Song Tantan watched in horror, her heart pounding. Her first instinct was to take a bottle of mineral water from the supermarket in her spatial dimension and give it to him. Fortunately, she remained rational and didn't perform a magical feat of conjuring a bottle of mineral water from her bare hands.

Song Zhuiyan was quick to react. She looted all the water bags from the Hu people and handed one of them, which still contained half a bottle of water, to the old woman.

There were sixteen water bags in total, but almost all the water inside was drunk up, leaving only three water bags with a little water left.

The old woman took the water bag and immediately filled half of it for her grandson. She drank the rest herself right away. If she didn't eat and drink it right away, other refugees would take it. She couldn't care less about what she would eat next.

When the refugees saw that Song Zhuiyan and Song Tantan not only did not drive the old woman and her grandson away, but also gave them food and water, they knew that the two were actually kind-hearted. So a group of people were eager to come over and ask for food, or at least some water.

Song Zhuiyan realized what the refugees were thinking, so she left two empty water bags and threw the rest away. "There's only a little water left in the water bags, they're mostly empty. If you want water, go find it yourself."

Dozens of refugees crowded together, scrambling for the water bags. Those who found the bags empty looked disappointed. Two people who managed to grab water quickly gave it to their children, but the children drank only a couple of sips before it was snatched away by others. In the end, no one got to drink much water, and the little water they had left spilled on the ground.

Song Zhuiyan watched indifferently, her grip on the broadsword tightening.

Song Tantan shook her little head, looking regretful, and said in a soft, cute voice, "Actually, they should have lined up to drink water, and each of them could have a couple of sips to quench their thirst." After three years of drought, the land was cracked, and it was difficult to find a drink of water.

“It’s no use. There’s not much water left in those two water bags. It’s not enough for ten people to drink a couple of sips. The dozens of people who don’t get any water will still riot and might even attack us.” This is why Song Zhuiyan took out her knife again. Although she and Tantan knew martial arts, the disaster victims were numerous and desperate. If they were surrounded and attacked, their chances of survival would be slim.

"Listen, it sounds like a fight has broken out." Song Tantan indicated to Song Zhuiyan that someone seemed to be approaching not far ahead.

"Could I have misheard?" The disaster victims were in complete chaos as they fought for water, their cries and curses adding to the noise. Song Zhuiyan couldn't hear anything else.

“Over there, someone’s really coming. Let’s go take a look.” Song Tantan stood up abruptly, stepped to Song Zhuiyan’s side, pretended to take something out of his pocket, but actually took out a bottle of insecticide spray from his spatial storage, wrapped it in a rag, and stuffed it into the latter’s hand.

"Auntie, be careful." Then she picked up her big knife and ran towards the direction from which the voice came.

"Hey, Tantan, slow down. You're not even six years old yet." She's still a child, not a twenty-three-year-old adult. Wake up, don't be a hero. Can't you leave fighting and saving people to your aunt?

Clearly, Song Tantan didn't have this awareness. She still thought of herself as a tough woman who was stronger than her aunt, 1.7 meters tall, with long legs, and could take down seven or eight people with a single move.

What seemed like a short distance took her a long time to reach, and she was drenched in sweat before finally arriving. To make matters worse, she bumped into someone running towards her.

"Ouch!" The two cried out in pain at the same time and fell to the ground, with the other person completely covering Song Tantan and pressing her to the ground.

"Get off me, stop pressing down on me." Song Tantan was furious and scolded him fiercely, but her voice was too soft and had no power to hurt anyone else.

Ye Moxun's pale face flushed slightly. He quickly got up, casually brushed the dust off his body, and inadvertently glanced at the little dumpling on the ground who had been struggling for a while but hadn't gotten up yet. He pursed his lips and pulled the little one up.

"I'll settle the score with you for hitting me later. Right now, I need to save people, hmph." Song Tantan said angrily and then stomped forward.

Ye Moxun was dumbfounded by the little figure's speed. Before he could react, another figure swept past him like a gust of wind.

Ye Moxun was no longer in a hurry to escape. He stood there and watched as the two women/girls, one big and one small, dressed in drab gray, joined the battle, wielding large swords.

My uncle was already badly injured, and his clothes were soaked in blood. He was about to give up when these two people arrived in time to save him.

The other party, holding something in their hand, sprayed it wildly, blinding the eyes of the Hu people. Then, the two men hacked at them, killing all the Hu people.

An unpleasant odor wafted over, and Ye Moxun felt that the smell was very familiar, but he couldn't remember what it was.

"Host……"

"Shut up, you piece of trash! What can you do besides talk? I don't want to hear your voice right now." This broken system has existed since he was old enough to understand things. According to the system itself, it was bound to the wrong host, so it can't exert any abilities. Apart from being able to foresee impending dangers, it's useless.

Although he and his uncle had fled beforehand, they were still caught up by the Hu people. If it weren't for protecting him, his uncle wouldn't have been unable to unleash his true strength. His uncle could have escaped on his own, but he risked his life to protect him.

Ye Moxun saw this and was anxious, but he had been frail and weak since birth, and would be out of breath after running a few steps, let alone help his uncle. He wanted the system to help save his uncle, but the system pretended to be dead and ignored his pleas for help.

Knowing it was in the wrong, the system didn't bother arguing with him and continued speaking in its mechanical, childlike voice: "Host, we're saved. Do you know what weapons those two women are holding? They're Mr. Mighty."

Insecticide spray? Yes, that's the smell of insecticide, so?

"That's right, these two people are from the modern world. See that smaller woman? She has a space, and there's a big supermarket in her space. The supermarket has lots of food, so you don't have to worry about starving to death anymore, waaaaaah."

The system wept with joy. Ever since it made a mistake nine years ago and bound itself to the wrong host, it had been unlucky and faced the danger of being destroyed every day. It was supposed to bind itself to a male protagonist who was a powerful and arrogant protagonist in another world, but instead it bound itself to a sickly person who had been reincarnated from the modern world.

In his previous life, Ye Moxun was a young master from a wealthy family. He was the third child in his family, with two older brothers who were about ten years older than him. As the youngest son, he was spoiled by his family and became a school bully, constantly forming gangs and picking fights.

The school couldn't do anything about him. The teachers both loved and hated him. The reason was simple: Ye Moxun was very smart. Even if he slept during class, he could still get the highest score in the whole grade and firmly hold the title of academic superstar.