Cultivation Quick Transmigration: The Believer Girl is Lacking Money and Morals

Back in the small room I had specially prepared, I turned on the air conditioner, changed into a comfortable nightgown, leaned against the headboard, turned on the TV, and watched the news outside.

I took out a bowl of chilled watermelon from my spatial storage, took a bite and felt the abalone sauce burst in my mouth, a truly satisfying experience.

"The temperature in XX city has exceeded 50 degrees Celsius for the first time..."

"The power system is operating beyond its capacity, and power rationing measures have been implemented in many areas..."

"High temperatures caused a water pipe to burst, resulting in a water outage in XX district..."

"The death toll from heatstroke continues to rise..."

It's really not advisable to go outside during the day. People only start to come out of their homes after the sun sets and the temperature drops slightly at night.

Mo Chenchen does the same. Every day when the sun sets, she lets herself go out of the villa and take a stroll around the neighborhood.

There's no one in the villa complex right now, and the streetlights aren't on. Apart from the afterglow of the setting sun, there's absolutely no sign of life.

Only someone like Mo Chenchen, who has crawled through piles of corpses, would not be afraid at all, and even enjoy it.

As usual, Mo Chenchen strolled through the villa complex in the afterglow of the setting sun, when he saw two car headlights approaching from afar.

Judging from the direction the car was coming from, it was obvious that it was heading towards the villa. Sure enough, a short while later, the car stopped in front of the outermost two-story villa.

Then came voices and the sound of things being moved. Mo Chenchen didn't show herself, but turned around and walked home.

She sighed silently to herself: her peaceful days were probably coming to an end.

With the rapid deterioration of the urban environment, water outages, power rationing, garbage accumulation, and the risk of the epidemic, this villa area located in the suburbs, relatively open, and close to a river that has not completely dried up, will inevitably become the target of many people who want to escape the city and seek a living space.

This family is just the beginning. There will only be more people in the future. Eventually, even the area around the villa and along the river will be filled with people, and many temporary houses will be built.

Just as she expected, with the first family moving in, it was like a domino falling down.

Over the next few days, vehicles carrying all sorts of people, dragging luggage of all sizes, poured into this villa area.

Most of them wore expressions of deep worry about the future, as well as relief at having bought this useless villa.

Compared to the oven-like city, this place is truly paradise. The first batch of people to arrive were mostly parents and children of the powerful and wealthy in Qing City, while the rest of us were still in the city, fighting on the front lines.

The water and electricity supply here is normal now. There are mountains behind the area, and not far away there is a river that, although the water level has dropped, has not completely dried up, giving people hope.

This caused the previously neglected villa to start selling like hotcakes, with almost everyone with a bit of money coming to buy one after hearing the news.

Mo Chen watched all this in silence, trying to minimize his presence. He went out later than before, but unfortunately, there were twice as many streetlights as when he lived here alone.

Mo Chenchen drank the ice water in one gulp. The icy sensation went down her throat, but it couldn't completely suppress the irritation in her heart. She knew that something was wrong with her. After all, she had expected that many people would live in this villa complex.

The root cause was that she was fed up with this world, a world with no future, only coldness, defensiveness, scheming, and plunder.

I got up and walked to the window, pulled back the curtains and looked outside. The villa area, which used to have only a few scattered lights, was now extremely lively.

By opening a corner of the window, you can hear the sounds of car engines, children crying, adults scolding, and even the occasional barking of dogs.

"It's getting more and more lively." He muttered to himself, looking down, then drew the curtains and sat back down on the sofa.

What is Mo Chenchen's space like now? To describe it, it's like a huge junkyard, with all sorts of supplies scattered all over the place.

The containers were neatly stacked, as were the tanker trucks. The rest of the goods consisted of mountains of meat, mountains of fruit, mountains of vegetables, and finished food products scattered all over the ground. There were large cakes laid out in a row, and piles of clothes and pants. The grains were relatively neat because they were neat when they were brought in.

In the distance were various items brought from the island nation's warehouse. Fortunately, they were all on shelves, so they were relatively neat. There were piles of express deliveries and piles of gas cylinders. Mo Chenchen felt that if she wanted to organize the space properly, it would take her a year and a half.

In the following days, the villa area filled up at an astonishing rate.

The new residents also demanded that all the streetlights be turned on, which forced Mo Chenchen to give up her habit of taking walks at night.

The lights in the two villas next to her, which had been off, started to come on one after another.

The family on the left is a middle-aged couple in their fifties, a young man, and a little boy who looks about three or four years old.

The family seemed quite kind. When they were moving things, they saw Mo Chenchen standing by the window watching that, and the woman even gave him a kind smile.

Mo Chenchen nodded politely and stopped standing there to avoid causing any trouble for others.

The villa on the right is much more memorable.

It was a large family: four elderly people, a middle-aged couple, the man was slightly overweight, and the woman had a loud voice, directing two teenagers and several hired workers to move things into the house.

They also brought several high-powered batteries and a diesel generator.

Looking at the generator, Mo Chenchen couldn't help but feel fortunate that she had the foresight to soundproof the villa in advance; otherwise, the noise would have been unimaginable.

This family is quite territorial; they've raised the fence around their villa with wire mesh, showing a very good sense of security.

The entire villa area has become a microcosm of society, especially water resources, which have begun to become the focus of conflict.

Although there is a river not far from the villa area, its water level has dropped considerably but it is not dry. However, the river water is turbid and cannot be drunk by people nowadays. It can only be used for irrigation and washing.

For drinking water, we still have to rely on the groundwater supplied by the city. However, since we are far from the city and the groundwater channels are different, we can only have water for one hour each in the morning and evening.

As the city's water supply system continues to deteriorate, the water supply in the villa area has also become unstable, intermittent, and the water pressure is pitifully low.

So when the villa was developed, a well was built, touted as natural spring water, which has now become a hot commodity in the villa area, with long queues forming every day by the well.

As a result, a dispute inevitably arose.