Chapter 129 Night Candle Rules 7 "I haven't changed."
The mobile phone went from ringing urgently to falling silent. Zhang Jin didn't even glance at it, just pondered to himself, and then suddenly laughed.
Then he stood up as if nothing had happened, "Have you heard from the other shelters today?"
Dong Zhizhuan stared intently at the communicator on the table, and Zhang Jin frowned.
The aura released by the top-level reincarnator was extraordinary. Dong Zhizhuan sensed that something was wrong and suddenly shivered. He raised his head in fear and looked at Zhang Jin with a different kind of feeling in his eyes.
Zhang Jin ignored him and said impatiently, "Didn't you hear me?"
“...Not all of them have arrived yet,” Dong Zhizhuan said.
"Give them a heads-up," Zhang Jin said.
He turned to leave, but Dong Zhizhuan glanced at the communicator on the table and suddenly stood up. "Is that all?"
Zhang Jin turned his head in confusion, "What?"
“You said before that the madman would never go to anyone else first, so they handed over their weapons, but now, the hospital has fallen.” Dong Zhi stared at Zhang Jin, his voice trembling slightly. “So your deduction was wrong. They are not safe at all. The madman’s next target could be anywhere.”
Zhang Jin narrowed his eyes. "So?"
"So, shouldn't you have your men return the weapons from the other shelters?" Dong Zhizhuan's hands gripped the table, his legs trembling. "They need weapons to defend themselves against the madmen!"
After he finished speaking, he stared at Zhang Jin without blinking. A bead of cold sweat slid from his eyebrow into his eye, stinging painfully, but he didn't move an inch.
He knew this young man was definitely not as simple as he appeared. Facing him, he felt a deep-seated fear, as if it were transmitted from his very genes. The moment Zhang Jin looked over, he thought he was going to die.
Zhang Jin walked around the table, stood in front of Dong Zhizhuan, and extended his hand to him. Dong Zhizhuan reflexively closed his eyes.
Zhang Jin placed his hand on his shoulder and patted it twice.
His movements looked very light, but Dong Zhizhuan seemed to feel a tremendous force pressing down on him, and he almost fell headfirst into the table.
But Zhang Jin really didn't mean to hurt him, so he braced himself against the table and steadied himself, only looking at Zhang Jin in fear.
“You’re a good official for considering the needs of the citizens,” Zhang Jin said with a smile. “I don’t have a good impression of officials, but I’m willing to explain myself to those who genuinely care about people’s livelihoods.”
His friendly attitude made Dong Zhizhuan feel slightly relaxed, but what Zhang Jin said next made his heart sink.
“We only have this many weapons left. Even if we collect them all, we might not be able to deal with Nanmen Jue. Moreover, if we distribute them equally, it will only lower our chances of survival even further.” Zhang Jin put his arm around Dong Zhizhuan’s shoulder, as if they were very close. “At this point, they are already doomed. Why don’t we leave the weapons here? Maybe we can save this shelter. What do you think?”
Dong Zhizhuan slowly moved his neck and stared blankly at him.
Zhang Jin patted his chest and sighed, "I know you can't bear it. Here's what we'll do: you calculate how many people this place can hold. Those who are willing to come can bring their weapons and gather here. Then we'll unite and fight together against that madman, Nanmen Jue."
Dong Zhizhuan remained silent.
“It’s okay, don’t be afraid, we still have a trump card,” Zhang Jin said. “He’s a madman who kills without hesitation, but he’s inexplicably sentimental towards some people. As long as you stay here safely, your chances of survival are pretty high.”
...
Nanmen Jue discovered that this world was larger than any other world she had ever visited.
The town is called Wuchun Town, yet it has managed to create fifteen shelters despite the dwindling population in this post-apocalyptic world. Moreover, the shelters are not close to each other, and it takes her quite a while to get there.
How big would other major cities be?
Even though Nanmen Jue is strong, she is still a human and needs to eat and rest. She still hasn't been able to buy items like spatial pockets, but she is a tycoon, so she directly spent a lot of points to expand the system space. It is probably impossible to find another one as extravagant as her in the entire reincarnation space.
As the number of ghostly servants increased, Nanmen Jue simply went to the rooftop of a building. Her two long legs dangled in the air, and Mo Gui sat blankly next to her, with Nanmen Jue's climbing rope still tied around his waist. Candles burned quietly around them.
She tossed her a peanut-flavored compressed biscuit. "Do you need me to feed you?"
Mo Gui looked down and saw that Nanmen Jue had already finished a biscuit. Seeing that Mo Gui was really not moving and looked like he really needed her help, she began to roll up her sleeves expressionlessly.
Just then, Mo Gui spoke.
"……I am allergic to peanuts."
"...Didn't you request the removal of this genetic defect from the Supreme God?"
"It's too expensive, I couldn't bring myself to buy it."
Nanmenjue took the peanut biscuits from his hand and replaced them with scallion oil biscuits.
Mo Gui said, "I don't like eating scallions."
Nanmen Jue raised his eyebrows high. Had this kid completely let loose after his outburst? How dare he say such a thing?
However, Mo Gui didn't cause any trouble. He just muttered that sentence and then tore open the packaging to eat it. His manner was not like eating a cookie, but more like a fierce beast eating raw meat and drinking blood.
Nanmen Jue took a sip of water and looked into the dark distance. If it weren't for the cold snowflakes falling on them, which would soon turn them into two snowmen, the scene would have been quite leisurely and heartwarming.
"How was Wei Chongru when you came out?" Nanmen Jue asked.
“That’s all,” Mo Gui said. “Zhang Jin didn’t have time to deal with us at the time, and he wanted to use us to keep you in check, so he just locked us up and didn’t do anything to us.”
“Zhang Jin is different from Cheng Xiuye. He doesn’t like torturing and killing. He prefers to get rid of his enemies cleanly and efficiently.” Nanmen Jue said calmly. “He will be fine for the time being. As long as he has another bargaining chip to hold me back, Zhang Jin won’t just be looking for revenge.”
Mo Gui turned to look at her, his eyes were wet, which reminded Nanmen Jue of an abandoned puppy.
She can't bring herself to be cruel to people, let alone to a puppy.
She looked away and said, "You said your family wants you dead, what's that all about?"
"..." Mo Gui didn't expect Nanmen Jue to bring this up, and he turned his head away, "Can we not talk about it?"
"casual."
After a moment of silence, Mo Gui spoke: "My brother wants me dead. I thought my parents would protect me, but it turns out they want me dead too."
Nanmen Jue asked, "What deep-seated hatred could there be?"
"I don't know." Mo Gui shook his head blankly. "I've thought about this question for a very long time since I came in, but I just can't figure it out. I'm a good-for-nothing, spoiled and willful since I was a child. I know all of that. My parents always said that it would be fine if my brother inherited the family business, and that I didn't have to do anything, as my family could support me for the rest of my life. So I was content to be a good-for-nothing until one day..."
Nanmen Jue was surprised to hear about a feud between wealthy families, and she subconsciously asked, "What happened?"
“One day I found out that my brother wanted me dead.” Mo Gui’s expression darkened. “He tampered with my race car and faked a car accident, but I was lucky. I fell into the lake, and I can swim, so I survived.”
Nanmen Jue suddenly realized, "Wait, you're only seventeen, right? Racing?"
Mo Gui scratched his head. "I'm not old enough, but I only play in my own playground at home. I don't go out to run."
"..." This smells like rich people.
“I was terrified when I got back, so I went to tell my parents.” Mo Gui’s young face showed a melancholy that was beyond his years, an expression he had never shown before, despite his usual cheerful demeanor. “I didn’t want to send my brother to prison, I just wanted my parents to protect me, but I didn’t expect them to lock me up and warn me not to call the police.”
Nanmen Jue fell silent.
Mo Gui gave a bitter smile, her round almond-shaped eyes glistening with tears. "Brother Jue, tell me, if even seventeen years of doting affection is fake, what else is real?"
"So, after you were locked up, you ended up here?"
"Hmm." Mo Gui rubbed his eyes with his arm haphazardly. "I haven't left since I came in. I don't know what they'll do when they find out I'm missing. Maybe, they'll be afraid I'll call the police, haha. After all, I'm a good-for-nothing. If they really send my brother in, all the successors they've been training for so many years will be gone."
His voice became hoarse and choked with sobs, "I don't understand, if you wanted me dead, why did you raise me for seventeen years? Just like if you liked slaughtering, why did you save me?"
Nanmen Jue was really bad at comforting people, so he patted him on the shoulder and asked, as if changing the subject, "What kind of business does your family run?"
"I own a hot pot restaurant." Mo Gui blew his nose. "It's called Bu Guo Yin. Have you ever eaten there? I quite like my family's hot pot."
"Bu Guoyin?" Nanmen Jue was truly shocked. "The Bu Guoyin that ranks third among national public welfare enterprises?"
Mo Gui nodded.
Nanmen Jue looked at the unassuming young master beside her with a fresh perspective. Bu Guoyin was very famous, with several branches in almost every city. She had not only eaten there, but also quite liked it.
“I go there often,” Nanmenjue said. “Sometimes I can eat there three or four times a week.”
Mo Gui still had tears on her face, but upon hearing this, she still showed a happy expression, "Right, right? I told you it was delicious!"
"Why are you telling me all this?" Nanmen Jue said. "Didn't you say you hated me?"
Mo Gui's smile faded. He hugged his legs at the edge of the rooftop and curled himself up into a ball. "I think... I probably won't survive this world, Brother Jue. There are so many gold, orange, and purple names. I can't even beat them all with my head. Besides, I didn't really want to live anyway."
He tucked his shave-off chin between his knees, his voice becoming somewhat muffled, "Actually, when you first saved me, I thought I might as well just die. I really didn't know why I was alive, or what I could possibly do with my life..."
“Living doesn’t require doing anything,” Nanmen Jue suddenly said.
Mo Gui was interrupted and stared blankly at her.
"Why bother with why? We're already alive, why die?" Nanmen Jue said. "When you get back to reality, go kill them all and continue living your own life."
Mo Gui almost laughed, "When I get back to reality... I don't know if I'll ever be able to accumulate that million points in my lifetime."
Nanmen Jue did not respond to the topic. She stood up, her expression turning cold and hard again.
Mo Gui's smile froze on his face, and the warm conversation burst like a mermaid's bubble.
"Are you going to continue killing?" he murmured.
“Mo Gui, I can’t give you any promises, nor can I answer any of your questions, but there’s one thing you can believe in me.” Nanmen Jue looked down at him, his hair fluttering slightly in the wind and snow. “I haven’t changed.”
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