She was very careful about the source of water, always using the family's well for drinking water and never drinking the well water shared by the town.
They also have almost no contact with outsiders, and even the Paradise Dessert Shop has closed down.
If this continues, they will all die of the plague here without anyone coming to cremate Jincheng.
“Most of the people outside are dead, is our mother going to make it too?” Anning’s eyes were red, she choked up, and wiped away her tears with her sleeve.
Anle pursed her pale lips.
"Don't talk nonsense."
An Ning bit her lip.
"But... all those who were sick outside have died."
As soon as An Ning finished speaking, An Yi came running in from outside, panting and pale, as if he had been quite frightened.
"Little sister, no... something bad has happened! A lot of refugees have poured in from outside, and they're all rushing into our courtyard. The windows at the front door have all been smashed."
As soon as An Yi finished speaking, Song Minghui, carrying Li Dapang, followed the crowd into the courtyard.
Anle didn't even have time to ask what had happened or why they were rushing into her yard.
However, without even asking, they already understood the reason from the chattering crowd that rushed in.
Where is the grain?
"search."
“The food must be in the backyard, everyone, let’s search it.” Before Song Minghui could finish speaking, the group scattered like bees, spreading out in all directions, just like a locust swarm passing by.
They attacked like Japanese soldiers entering a village, immediately starting to loot.
An Ning was also frightened by the scene, so frightened that she huddled under the eaves, watching this exaggerated spectacle.
"W-What are you doing? Are you trying to rob me?"
An Yi rushed forward to fight like a madman, but An Le quickly grabbed the corner of her clothes.
"Third Brother, don't go."
An Yi paused for a moment, then said, "But that's our food supply. If it's all taken away, what will we do if we have nothing to eat?"
"Third brother, even if you go, you won't be able to protect them. They'll probably beat you to death if you go up there."
Didn't you see their狰狞 faces and bloodshot eyes, as if they wanted to eat human flesh and drink human blood?
These people are completely starving." Anle calmly watched as her home was ransacked by the refugees.
By this time, the government offices were long gone, and all the officials had fled. Who would stand up for them?
Moreover, the law does not punish the masses.
The law is no longer sufficient to maintain order and protect their personal safety.
In the face of natural disasters, robbery and theft have become their means of survival.
It's likely that not only her family was robbed, but everyone in the town with any remaining food probably didn't escape either.
Jincheng, ravaged by the natural disaster of torrential rain and plague, has been completely overrun.
Not to be outdone, Song Minghui grabbed Li Dapang and rushed into the kitchen, where she found two boxes of cookies.
He just held Li Dapang tightly under the eaves of the side room and wolfed down his food, as if afraid someone would snatch it away, while muttering to himself.
"Fatty, hurry up and eat, don't let anyone steal it."
An Yi looked at Song Minghui, who was sitting on the threshold, dressed in rags and covered in dust, with a smile.
"Wasn't it you who led everyone into my house?"
He saw her on the front street; it was she who led the way, shouting and beckoning people here.
Song Minghui laughed, but her smile was gloomy, and she gave An Yi a sarcastic glance.
"So what if it is? What can you do to me? Anyway, all the government officials have already fled."
In this town, people either starved to death or died of illness.
Why should everyone else be starving and sick here, while your family can enjoy a peaceful life? If we're going to suffer, we should all suffer together.
We're all from the same village; nobody's getting away.
"You vicious slut! Yes, since the government officials are all gone, I'll kill you right now. Even if I kill you, no one will stand up for you." An Ning, who was initially a little timid, was enraged upon hearing this.
Unable to bear Song Minghui's smug and petty face, he pounced on her, shoved the mother and child to the ground, and began to tear at them violently—
"Go to hell! I'll make sure you die before me. In the end, nobody will survive anyway, so I'll kill you first... I'll kill you right now... I'll kill you!"
An Ning's eyes were bloodshot and filled with resentment. She looked like a small beast that had lost its mind, and she kept roaring that she wanted to kill Song Minghui.
Anle was stunned for a moment, then exclaimed in surprise, "Fourth Sister, what are you doing?"
An Ning glared at Song Minghui with hatred, but she didn't hesitate to kill her subordinate.
"What am I going to do? I'll kill her. Anyway, killing someone isn't illegal in Jincheng now. In the end, none of us will survive. We'll all die."
Anle yelled at An Yi, who was still in a daze, "Third Brother, what are you standing there for? Go and pull them apart!"
After saying that, he rushed forward to stop the people.
Having not eaten for several days, Song Minghui was completely powerless to fight back, pinned to the ground and relentlessly tortured by An Ning's small frame, who was choking her by the neck.
Suffocating from the choking, Song Minghui's ashen face turned red from the pressure, unable to speak, only struggling with her hands and feet.
Li Dapang, who was standing to the side, shrank back, his once-fat body now thinner, looking on in terror. The half-box of cookies in his hand fell to the ground, and his already dirty face turned even paler with fright.
"Don't pull me, I'll just strangle her first and be done with it." An Ning shook off An Yi's hand that was reaching for her, looking like she was ready to risk everything.
An Yi gave a bitter smile, stopped trying to stop them, and pulled An Le down with him.
“She’ll die even if you don’t strangle her, and everyone will die. Nobody can survive in this town.” Seeing An Ning’s antics, he suddenly calmed down.
My mind was clear. My mother had contracted the plague, and soon everyone would die in agony, just like her, like those refugees who were infected with the plague and could not be cured.
The plague is incurable.
An Ning suddenly stopped moving, knelt on the ground with a look of utter despair, and tears instantly streamed down her face. Her voice was choked and weak, filled with grievance and resentment.
"Yes, that's right. Everyone has to die, but I don't want to die. I'm afraid of dying. Why did this disaster have to befall our town?"
Why must everyone die?
"Who told you we're going to die?" Anle's face was cold, and the icy coldness in his eyes made Anning, who was turning her head, pause involuntarily.
"Little...little sister?"
Anle's voice was cold, and his gaze was calm.
"Is now the time to give up on yourself? Do you even have the energy and drive to give up on yourself?"
Since Fourth Sister has so much energy, instead of thinking about how to die a quick and painless death, she should use that energy to painstakingly figure out how to live a good life.
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