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

Days passed, the extreme heat persisted, and death and chaos spread like a plague.

A large firebreak has been cleared in the distance behind the mountain, and black smoke rises from that area every day.

That's where corpses are burned. Every day, families would bring the bodies of those who died there to this place for unified cremation.

There were no more graves, because they were piled up together and it was impossible to tell who was who, and the numb people didn't care at all.

We can't even take care of the living, so who can take care of whether the dead have a place to stay?

The burning was to prevent the corpses from rotting and causing plagues. Everyone cooperated actively, and even those who were reluctant understood the importance of this.

Fortunately, the body was disposed of in time, and no extremely serious infectious diseases occurred, which was a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.

The outside temperature has now reached an average of 60 degrees Celsius. No one goes out during the day, and the people in the shantytown have long since moved from their shacks to underground.

The holes are like those of rats; underground is much more comfortable than above ground.

That night, she lay on the soft bed in the room, listening to the faint sounds of crying and arguing outside, which she couldn't tell were from some family fighting over supplies, and slowly closed her eyes.

Other people's suffering is none of her business. As long as she lives happily and freely, that's enough for her.

Time crawled slowly forward in this extreme heat, and another two months of torment passed.

Every day is an inhuman ordeal for every family.

The air was distorted, and even breathing was painful.

The entire villa area was lifeless; there were no patrols during the day, and the night patrols were barely any at all.

Every day, corpses are carried out of the shantytown and dumped on the back hill for collective incineration, filling the air with the stench of decay.

Mo Chenchen's days continued as before. The windows of the villa were tightly closed, and she basically spent all her time eating and drinking in the space. As for tidying up the space, well...

Don't say it wasn't cleaned at all; at least the area around the well was cleaned up, and cakes were placed on two whole shelves.

Mo Chenchen really wanted to bring a large tin house into her space as a storage room, but unfortunately she hadn't found a suitable one yet.

I don’t know if others feel the same way, but when Mo Chenchen saw that overwhelming amount of work and didn’t know where to start, she didn’t want to move a single finger.

This is even when the space doesn't require her to do anything herself, but only needs to be manipulated with her thoughts.

Mo Chenchen made an excuse: perhaps he had exhausted his mental energy while collecting supplies, which was why he was so lazy and listless. Hmm! That's it...

That's really true. Mo Chenchen's thoughts, manipulating these things, always get tired after only a few tries.

It's probably because my soul isn't strong enough. I should wait until I go back to that world to sort things out properly.

Anyway, in this space, only she can see it.

Fortunately, the smells didn't mix in the space, otherwise Mo Chenchen would have gone crazy.

Until one day, Mo Chenchen came out of the space and felt that the temperature in the air was wrong. She took out the thermometer and saw that it was 50 degrees Celsius.

Hmm? Fifty?

Mo Chenchen was stunned for a moment, then calculated the days in his mind. It seemed that the extreme heat was about to end. Time really flies when you have a space.

Over the next few days, Mo Chenchen would come out every day to check the thermometer, and the pointer on it was steadily declining.

49, 48, 47...

At first, the numb people didn't care about this at all, until the temperature dropped too obviously and people began to realize it.

The military was the first to discover it, and a few of them gathered for a meeting to discuss the recent drop in temperature.

Ultimately, they decided to hold off and see how things develop. No one dared to make a decision about whether the apocalypse was over.

You can't give people hope indiscriminately; if they fall into despair again, they'll break down.

It wasn't until the temperature steadily dropped to 40 degrees Celsius that the numb people began to notice a significant change.

"Honey... don't you feel... a bit cooler?" she called uncertainly into the house.

Such sounds began to echo throughout the villa area.

"It seems...not so hot anymore?"

"I don't feel as thirsty today."

"Quick, look at the thermometer! Good heavens! It's forty degrees!"

Hope, like a tiny spark, reignites in the dead ashes, then instantly merges into an unstoppable force.

The temperature is still dropping!

Thirty-five degrees! Thirty-three degrees! Thirty degrees!

When the temperature finally and steadily broke through 30 degrees and reached 29 degrees, cheers of relief erupted throughout the villa area and the shantytown.

"It's gone down! It's really gone down!"

"The extreme heat is over! Thank goodness!"

"We can survive! We're back to normal! We must be back to normal!"

People rushed out of their houses, looked up at the sun in the sky, and cried, hugged, and shouted with excitement.

Many people knelt on the ground, crying and muttering something unintelligible.

Anyway, it was a scene of joy, like celebrating the Chinese New Year.

Huo Zhanting, Baili Mo, and others immediately issued a reassuring statement, claiming that this was a good sign that the climate was returning to normal, and encouraged everyone to maintain order and wait for further official news and rescue efforts.

The temperature dropped from 30 degrees to 25 degrees, then to 20 degrees... and then, as if an invisible hand had pressed the pause button.

It stayed steadily at around 20 degrees Celsius, neither rising nor falling.

The pleasant temperature, like spring or autumn before the apocalypse, convinced everyone that the disaster was over!

The good old days are coming back!

This stable month is a month full of hope and restlessness.

The residents of the shantytowns began packing up their meager belongings and heading back to the city with their families.

Most people thought that they should hurry back before order was fully restored.

You have to scavenge for usable items on the streets or in other people's homes; otherwise, you're penniless and have nothing.

I wonder if the money I deposited in the bank before the apocalypse will still be returned?

The crowded, dirty shantytown on the other side of the river is vacating at a visible rate.

Of course, changes have also occurred in the villa area.

The tension that had been building due to the shortage of supplies finally eased.

Although Huo Zhanting's military control has not been completely lifted, it is clear that the control is no longer as strict.

People started sitting at their doorways, visiting each other and chatting.

The Wang family seemed to have straightened their backs a bit more, and Mrs. Wang's face had regained some color when she occasionally went out.

Although their fortunes had been wiped out in the previous robbery, they felt that once things returned to normal, they could make a comeback by leveraging their old connections.

The Zhou family members also smiled more, as Zhou Li's injuries had long since healed.

He looked at the still-closed villa gate and messy yard of Mo Chenchen's side, hesitated several times, but ultimately did not go forward.

He felt that now that the world had returned to normal, someone as unconventional as Mo Chenchen might not need his help anymore.

Moreover, his family's fear of Mo Chenchen did not lessen as the temperature dropped. Seeing that things were returning to normal, they prevented him from going near her.

Mo Chenchen coldly watched all of this. She still rarely went out, and when she did, she could feel the change in how others looked at her.

The previous fear and apprehension have diminished, replaced by a sense of inquiry, and even a hint of... schadenfreude?

Mo Chenchen killed someone; all the neighbors knew that.

Once order is fully restored, let's see what she does, whether she'll be sentenced to death or go to jail.