Shangguan Wan walked out the door and looked at the clear sky above her head. Who could have imagined that the end of the world would come two months later and the sky would never be so clear again. It was always gray and depressing.
Looking back at this house, it is a small house she bought with her own work, with only two bedrooms and a living room. It was the place where she recuperated when her parents and relatives beat her and injured her. Now she thinks it was a wise decision to buy this house, otherwise she would have nowhere to go now.
Shangguan Wan's lips curled up into a faint smile, and her cold eyes concealed a cold murderous intent and hostility, mixed with sarcasm and a bit of pain.
"I should go see my good parents and dear sister." Shangguan Wan's face was cold and calm as she walked towards her parents' home.
Shangguan Wan felt mocked when she looked at the villa in front of her. In her previous life, she was like a fool. She was exploited, hurt and finally died in the mouth of zombies. She had personally experienced the pain of being bitten and torn by zombies, so in this life, she must let Shangguan Yunzhu taste this feeling.
Shangguan Wan pushed open the door, "Hmm... it's not closed?" She tiptoed into the room with doubt in her eyes. When she heard the conversation between his parents, she felt like she was struck by lightning.
"Husband, look, Shangguan Wan is not our daughter. Li Chongjiang has a tendency to violence. Can you really bear to push our daughter into the fire pit?" Shangguan Wan's mother He Jing said with red eyes of grievance.
"Hey... Jing, you thought I was willing to marry my daughter to that kid from the Li family because Yunzhu was engaged since she was a child. Who knew that the kid from the Li family... Hey," Shangguan Wan's father Shangguan Hong took a puff of cigarette and said with a sigh.
It can be seen from their faces that they are a kind pair of parents, but they are not Shangguan Wan's parents.
Shangguan Wan was shocked: So that's how it is, haha, now I finally know, I couldn't bring myself to take revenge, but now... hehe
He Jing's eyes turned and a light flashed in her eyes. She hugged her husband and said coquettishly, "Let that bitch marry Zhu'er. That bitch listens to you and me anyway and dares not resist you and me, so she will definitely marry. When the time comes, she will say that she is the one who is engaged to Li Chongjiang. Then we can get rid of that bitch Shangguan Wan."
Shangguan Hong was so angry at his wife that he reached out and hugged his beloved wife: "Okay, I'll listen to you. When the time comes, we will marry her to the Li family. Even if she is beaten to death, it will have nothing to do with me. Then her shares will be mine. Haha, I will keep them for you Yunzhu." As he said this, he pressed his wife down, and soon there was a panting sound in the room.
Shangguan Wan was in no mood to watch their show, but she had to find the shares they were talking about and take them away. They were hers, and there was no way she could leave them to them. However, Shangguan Wan hadn't thought about looking for her biological parents, because when the end of the world came, people's hearts were unpredictable, and it didn't matter whether she looked for them or not. They had abandoned her since she was a child and never asked about her, and now they had no right to ask about her.
Shangguan Wan had no expression on her face because she had already sorted out her mood. In this life, I only live for myself. Anyone who stands in my way will die.
Shangguan Wan exuded a cold, aloof aura, as well as an overwhelming murderous aura. She left the villa, not because she wasn't going to seek revenge now, but because she wanted to wait until the end of the world to let them experience human nature firsthand, to let them fight each other. It would be more satisfying to slowly kill them than to kill them directly.
The woman gathered her clothes, walked out of the villa, and walked on the street, looking for the large supermarket.
In the apocalypse, the most scarce things are food, water, and supplies. Shangguan Wan mentally wrote down what she needed and walked into an Aijia supermarket. Instead of buying directly, she approached the manager and told him she needed a large quantity of food and supplies. The manager, believing she had secured a large order, politely nodded and bowed.
Shangguan Wan told the supermarket manager the address. It was a factory she rented part-time just to hide her tracks. If she bought so much food and supplies and suddenly disappeared, she would definitely be suspected, so she told the manager to deliver the goods directly to the factory, and she waited for the checkout at the factory. The money she earned from work over the years was all in the bank, so she didn't have to worry about money when buying things. So she went to four or five supermarkets in a row and bought enough food for herself for three years. Then she went to the clothing factory and bought some winter bedding and clothes, because it snowed in the middle of the apocalypse. That snow froze many people to death. Although she had superpowers, she would still feel cold. She could use these things when she couldn't enter the space. But she didn't expect that she didn't use these things, but gave them to a group of soldiers. Of course, this is a later story. It was because she bought all these things early that she used them when her team grew.
The supermarket managers had placed all the food and supplies in the factory. At night, a dark figure quickly entered the factory, stretched out his hand, and put all the food and supplies into the space. No doubt, it was Shangguan Wan. Looking at the empty factory, Shangguan Wan narrowed her eyes slightly, feeling very satisfied. Because she knew that the space could keep the food fresh and would not go bad for a long time, she did not worry and put it on the fourth floor of the space. There were all kinds of food, water, noodles, oil, rice, and even daily snacks. "I feel relieved now," Shangguan Wan said with satisfaction, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly.
Now Shangguan Wan thought of a problem. Although she had guns and other things, she didn't know how to use them. In her previous life, she used supernatural powers. What should she do? She needed a weapon that was handy. In her previous life, she used knives and other things very easily. In this life, she had to make a few handy knives.
In my previous life, I remember there was a man on the street who was very famous for making knives. Many people had their knives made from him, so they wanted to find him and have knives made for them. It was because of this idea that a famous knife master emerged.
Relying on the memory of the previous life, I found the door of this store. Now it is just an ordinary-looking knife shop. Who would have thought that this person has superb craftsmanship and makes sharp knives that can kill zombies with one blow.
"Knock, knock" Shangguan Wan reached out and knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" A rough voice sounded, and a middle-aged man in his fifties walked out. The man looked up and down at the girl in front of him. It can be said that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, like an elf.
Shangguan Wan also looked at the man in front of her. Although he was just Qiqi's man, he had good skills.
Without further ado, Shangguan Wan walked straight into the room and looked up and down at the knives in the room. There were all kinds of knives, small knives, machetes, from fruit knives to broadswords. They were all very nice looking. Shangguan Wan walked up to a Nepalese knife, stopped, reached out and touched the knife. The knife was reflective. Holding it in her hand, the handle felt very good, with the right weight. She wouldn't feel too tired when holding it. She liked this knife very much. "Master, are you selling this knife?" She asked in a cold tone without any emotion.
"Miss, you have good taste. This knife is the treasure of my shop. It is made of very hard-to-get material. I only got it by chance and made this knife." The man's rough voice was filled with joy, the joy of having his labor praised by others. Of course, he did not forget to praise his own knife.
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