Apocalypse: No rebirth! Time to upgrade the sewers!

Aunt Wang was completely enraged by Song Qing's attitude.

She had lived for over sixty years and had never seen such an arrogant young man!

"You've gone too far! Today I'm going to teach you a lesson, you arrogant little beast!"

She roared and reached out to slap Song Qing in the face.

However, she had only swung her hand halfway.

It stopped in mid-air.

It wasn't that she wanted to stop.

Instead, a purplish-black spike shot out from Song Qing's hand and pierced through her wrist.

Fresh blood gushed out instantly.

"what!"

Grandma Wang let out a piercing scream as she looked at her hand.

His bones were punched with a hole.

However, this is just the beginning.

Click!

An extreme chill appeared on Grandma Wang's arm.

It only lasted a moment.

Grandma Wang's entire arm was completely frozen by a thick layer of ice!

"My hand! My hand!"

Grandma Wang screamed in terror.

She panicked completely.

Song Qing looked at her expressionlessly.

Then, he lifted his leg.

A clean and crisp whip kick landed hard on Grandma Wang's waist.

boom!

A muffled thud.

Grandma Wang's body was kicked and sent flying seven or eight meters away, crashing into the snow.

The instant she fell to the ground.

The arm, frozen into an ice sculpture, shattered instantly from the violent impact!

It turned into ice blocks of all sizes.

"Aa ...

"My hand! My hand is gone!"

The belated, excruciating pain and the fear of losing her arm caused Grandma Wang to let out a pig-like scream.

She writhed frantically in the snow.

The remaining elderly men and women were all terrified.

They stood there dumbfounded, staring at Grandma Wang wailing on the ground, then at the indifferent young man in the distance.

A chill ran from the soles of their feet straight up to the tops of their heads.

Song Qing watched all of this with indifference.

This is the end times; it's no longer the civilized society where the elderly could rely on their age.

If you're arrogant, someone will be even more arrogant than you.

If you are evil, there will be someone even more evil than you.

He held back his kick; it would be a shame to let the old woman die so easily, but she would still break a few ribs.

Song Qing felt no sympathy whatsoever for this kind of person.

He recalled a saying circulating online.

It's not that there are fewer bad people, but that bad people have gotten older.

When someone falls down, some kind-hearted young people come to help, only to be falsely accused of framing them.

This group of people wants to enjoy the social benefits created by young people, but they also want to act like elders and point fingers at them.

Of course, this does not include those elderly people who are truly worthy of respect.

But these few in front of us are clearly not included in this category.

"Now, who else wants my things?"

Song Qing glanced around at the remaining elderly people and spoke calmly.

The elderly men and women trembled with fright when he looked at them, and instinctively took several steps back.

The tall, thin old man shouted.

"You...you're so arrogant! We're all so old, and you still hit us so hard! Don't you have any conscience?!"

"That's right! You're intentionally causing injury! You'll go to jail!"

"Help us up! Take us to the hospital! Or we'll never forgive you!"

Even at this point, this group of people is still thinking about threats.

Song Qing was so angry she laughed.

Jail? Hospital?

Are these old guys still asleep?

"It seems you still haven't grasped the current situation."

Song Qing shook his head.

A thought suddenly occurred to him.

puff!puff!puff!

A dozen or so pitch-black vines, like tentacles reaching out from hell, suddenly burst forth from the snow!

laugh!laugh!laugh!

Thorns left bloody holes in their arms and legs.

"what!"

"My legs!"

"Help!"

Screams echoed throughout the room.

Song Qing controlled her strength, and none of these wounds were fatal.

But we can also let them die. In this post-apocalyptic world, if these penetrating wounds aren't treated in time, they'll get infected sooner or later.

The end is death.

He looked at the old men writhing on the ground, howling in pain, and slowly began to speak.

"Get out now, right now."

He paused, his words devoid of any warmth.

"Or, I'll blow your heads off too."

The threat of death finally terrified them.

Upon hearing this, the elderly men and women dared not utter another word.

Ignoring their excruciating pain, they scrambled and crawled towards the upper floors.

Even Grandma Wang, who had lost an arm and had broken ribs, somehow managed to get up from the snow and run faster than anyone else.

Song Qing even suspected that she was planning to extort money from him.

Soon, the group of clowns disappeared from sight.

Song Qing took Gu Ya's hand.

"Let's go home."

"Um."

Gu Ya nodded obediently.

She just responded.

It felt as if the scene before my eyes suddenly began to distort violently.

A strong sense of weightlessness instantly swept over her entire body.

……

The first floor of the sewer shelter.

Wang Jie was pacing back and forth restlessly.

His face was etched with worry.

Song Qing and Gu Ya have been gone for a long time.

Although she knew her husband was very strong, she was still very worried.

Beside her was Bai Ruolin, who had his hair in a bun. He was sitting on the bed, his face full of worry.

Wang Jie patted her daughter's head.

"Wakabayashi, don't worry."

Bai Ruolin nodded.

Just then.

The air in the center of the living room suddenly began to distort without warning!

"What...what is this?!"

Wang Jie was startled and instinctively shielded her daughter behind her.

next second.

At the center of that distorted light and shadow, two figures appeared out of thin air.

It was Song Qing and Gu Ya.

Gu Ya was still getting used to the teleportation and almost fell, but Song Qing caught her steadily.

"husband!"

She gasped and grabbed Song Qing's arm tightly.

"Honey! Xiaoya!"

Wang Jie covered her mouth as she looked at the two people who had appeared out of nowhere.

Bai Ruolin on the other side was also staring in disbelief.

Song Qing smiled when she saw Wang Jie's expression.

"How did it go? Xiaoya and I were teleported back."

Wang Jie hadn't fully reacted yet, and just nodded blankly.

Bai Ruolin exclaimed in surprise and came to Song Qing's side.

"Brother Song! Was that teleportation you just did?!" Her big eyes were full of curiosity.

Song Qing nodded.

At this moment, Wang Jie stepped forward, her face filled with worry.

"Honey, you and Xiaoya went out today, were you alright?"

Gu Ya grasped Wang Jie's hand and gently shook her head.

"We're fine."

She paused, glanced at Song Qing beside her, and then continued.

"Moreover, my husband killed Ye Chen."

"Ye Chen's superpower now belongs to her husband."