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

That night, Mo Chenchen was practicing her swordsmanship in her spatial realm when she suddenly heard unusual noises outside.

He immediately slipped out of the space, rushed to the window, and pulled back the curtains.

Suddenly, she saw a fire in the distance. Mo Chenchen's heart skipped a beat. Could someone have set the mountain on fire? What would happen to her villa at the foot of the mountain?

I immediately ran from the 20th floor to the 3rd floor, and after taking a closer look, I breathed a huge sigh of relief. Thank goodness I hadn't fallen; it was terrifying!

The fire was in the center of the villa area, and faintly, there were shouts, cries, and gunshots.

Has the riot finally arrived?

Mo Chenchen's eyes sharpened.

It seems that those who had nowhere else to turn finally reached their breaking point and could no longer hold back, or rather, they were unable to hold back any longer.

If we continue to endure this, we'll only be heading towards death. If we take a gamble, we might have a chance to survive. If we really die, we can at least take a couple of people down with us.

These people's targets are the army's supply depots and the residents of the villa area, such as Baili Mo and his group, and even... her?

She quickly checked the villa's defenses.

With the front door locked and the windows closed, she returned to the second floor, found a corner with a good view, took out a military crossbow and a bundle of bolts from her spatial storage, and quietly lay in wait, coldly observing the chaos outside.

The firelight illuminated half the sky, and shouts of battle, screams of agony, and the sound of shattering glass filled the air.

Soldiers could be seen trying to maintain order and firing warning shots, but it seemed to have little effect, as the angry crowd surged towards the defensive line like a tide.

Some shadowy figures also took advantage of the chaos to rush towards the villas that looked relatively wealthy...

Mo Chenchen saw several figures stumbling and running towards her, with someone seemingly chasing after them.

She squinted and gripped the crossbow tightly.

Sure enough, someone was trying to take advantage of the situation.

The men ran to her gate and tried to climb over the fence.

Without hesitation, Mo Chenchen raised her crossbow and aimed.

"Whoosh!" A crossbow bolt pierced the air and landed precisely on the fence post in front of the first man who tried to climb over the wall. The arrow's fletching vibrated violently, making a "buzzing" sound.

The man screamed in fright and fell off the fence.

The others were also startled and looked up in the direction from which the crossbow bolts had come, only to meet Mo Chenchen's cold eyes in the firelight from the second-floor window.

"Get lost." Mo Chenchen uttered only one word, his voice not loud, but it carried a chilling killing intent.

When the men realized it was Mo Chenchen and saw the still-trembling crossbow bolt, they remembered the terrifying rumors about her and were so frightened that they ran away in a panic, not daring to look back.

Mo Chenchen remained in this position, continuously observing the movements outside.

She saw the Wang family on the left and the Zhou family on the right suffer again; their windows were smashed, cries and screams could be heard, and she could even hear Zhou Bo's voice, but Mo Chenchen did not move.

She didn't have much kindness to give, and she gave it all to the Zhou family. The return she received was laughable to her.

Since there's no reward for her efforts, she might as well not give anything at all; she doesn't owe anyone anything.

The chaos lasted for most of the night, until the sky began to lighten, at which point she relaxed her vigilance slightly.

She went down to the second floor, poured herself a glass of water, and walked to the window to watch the people who were appearing one after another, her eyes filled with numbness.

She saw Zhou Bo sitting blankly on the steps in the yard, saw Zhou's eldest brother and sister-in-law cleaning up the broken glass scattered all over the yard, and also saw the look in Zhou Li's eyes as he looked at her window.

Mo Chenchen merely exchanged a brief glance with the person before turning away in a more distant direction.

The two of them broke off contact the moment Zhou Li didn't stand by her side immediately; she wouldn't want a disobedient dog.

Mo Chenchen continued living her own little life, exercising, eating, sleeping every day, and occasionally going out for a walk to check on things.

The news that she almost killed a ninja with a crossbow that day somehow got out again, making her infamous reputation even greater.

Mo Chenchen was happy to see this happen, as it meant no one would bother her anymore, and she was relieved.

Huo Zhanting and his group seem to have calmed down a lot and haven't bothered her anymore, probably because they know they can't get anything out of her.

That day, Mo Chenchen was in her bedroom on the second floor, watching TV series and eating chilled watermelon, doing whatever made her feel good.

Downstairs, a frantic, desperate, and frantic pounding on the door came from downstairs.

Mo frowned deeply, pulled up the surveillance footage, and saw Mrs. Wang from next door standing at the front door, disheveled and looking anxious and desperate.

"Miss Mo! Miss Mo, please open the door! Save my child!" Mrs. Wang cried out, pounding on the door.

"He has a fever, it's been going on for two days! If he doesn't get water soon, he's going to... he's going to die! Please, sell me some water, just a little bit! I'll pay any price! Or I'll trade something for it! I still have a gold necklace at home..."

Mo Chenchen looked on expressionlessly.

Seeing no response from inside, Mrs. Wang pounded harder, her voice becoming even more shrill:

Miss Mo! I know you hate us! We were wrong before! Please, be magnanimous and don't hold a grudge against the child! He's dying! Please, have mercy!

The child's faint cries echoed, further highlighting his mother's despair.

The neighbors seemed to have been alerted as well; some quietly opened their windows to look out, but no one came out to speak.

The Zhou family's doors and windows were tightly shut, and there was no sound from them.

Mo Chenchen remained unmoved. She wasn't a saint; she still remembered the Wang family's true colors.

Moreover, at a time like this, once a breach is made, it will be repeated countless times, and she doesn't want to cause trouble.

Mrs. Wang banged on the door for a while, but when no one answered, she finally broke down, slumped down at the door, and burst into tears, her cries sounding particularly jarring in the quiet afternoon.

Mo Chenchen opened the window of the room and shouted to the people below, "Go to the army and ask them, they will give it to you."

Mrs. Wang suddenly raised her head, and the numbness on her face instantly turned into hope. Without saying thank you, she quickly stood up and ran towards the middle of the villa.

Only after the person had gone far away did Mo Chenchen shrug, close the window again, lie back on the bed, take a big bite of watermelon, and enjoy it with her eyes half-closed.

She said, "Are these people stupid? They have such a large army to beg for, but they just want to see if Mo Chenchen has any supplies? Even if they do, they won't give them to her, hmph."

She felt no emotion whatsoever. She had seen this kind of thing countless times in her past life, and she was even one of them herself.

Even the Virgin Mary doesn't have a good ending in the end times; she'll live worse than a dog. At least a dog can be fed meat, but humans... well, let's just say they're not good enough!

This kind of thing will only happen more and more often in the future.

She couldn't save him, and she didn't want to.

However, the tree wants to be quiet but the wind keeps on.