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

Mo Chenchen didn't care, just watched coldly as a bunch of naive fools.

After so many years in this apocalyptic world, Mo Chenchen has come to understand one thing.

Do not foretell disasters to fools, for fools themselves are disasters.

She noticed that the activities of top-tier scions like Baili Mo and Xiao Yan seemed to have increased significantly, with vehicles frequently entering and leaving their villas.

Huo Zhanting's army also seemed to have begun to systematically shrink its defensive lines.

They also seem to be planning to evacuate at any time.

However, just as everyone relaxed their vigilance, many people in the villa area gradually evacuated, leaving many villas empty one morning.

The temperature, which had been stable at 20 degrees Celsius, began to change.

In just one day, the temperature plummeted from 20 degrees Celsius, a time of spring warmth and blooming flowers, to 5 degrees Celsius.

It wasn't a slow drop, but rather a sudden drop from 20 degrees to 5 degrees overnight!

Mo Chenchen emerged from the space unprepared, and the chill sent shivers down her spine; she knew the extreme cold had arrived.

People who were wearing only light clothing yesterday are now shivering with cold as they step out of their homes, their faces filled with bewilderment and disbelief.

"Why...why is it so cold?"

"Everything was fine yesterday!"

"Is it a late spring cold snap? It's so cold!"

After experiencing an extremely hot apocalypse, people became extremely paranoid, and panic quickly spread among them.

The temperature drop didn't stop. Five degrees, zero degrees, minus five degrees, minus ten degrees...

The speed was faster and more intense than when the extreme heat ended!

A fierce wind began to howl, whipping up cold dust that lashed against people's faces like knives.

The sky was no longer a clear blue, but had become a depressing gray.

Finally, as the cold continued to drop, they uttered what everyone had guessed but dared not say aloud:

"Another natural disaster is coming: extreme cold."

Mo Chenchen moved out of the small room on the second floor when the temperature started to drop on the first day.

On the first floor, long before the apocalypse, she had built a heated kang (a traditional heated platform bed) in one of the rooms. As long as she burned some firewood and added some coal, the room would be warm.

She never even considered things like fireplaces, which are completely useless in extreme cold.

It still has to be a heated kang (a traditional heated brick bed), which is fine even at minus 30 or 40 degrees Celsius in Northeast China.

Spread the quilt on the kang (heated brick bed), light a fire underneath, add some coal, and you'll sleep incredibly comfortably.

Even so, you can't sleep on the kang (heated brick bed), otherwise it will be too hot and the quilt will get too hot.

Those who originally lived in the shantytown were really lucky; they moved back to the city from those plastic houses across the street, which saved their lives, otherwise they would have frozen to death.

That's true; if you close your eyes and never open them again, a lifetime has passed.

The houses in the city are made of reinforced concrete, so at least they can keep out the wind and snow, right?

The doors, windows, shelves, beds, wardrobes, books, tables, and chairs in the city suffered the most; none were spared, and they were all burned to ashes.

Those people who had moved out of their villas after the extreme heat ended, intending to return to the city and start a new life.

They began heading towards the villa area again, one after another, modified vehicles carrying various supplies, struggling to enter the villa area they had just left less than a month ago.

Mo Chenchen also spotted the rather disheveled Lin Yiwen and his family among the group.

No longer the arrogant figure he once was at school, a single day of extreme heat taught this kid a lesson in manners.

Now that extreme cold has arrived, he has matured considerably. Mo Chenchen only glanced at him before paying no further attention.

She didn't retaliate against him because her heart wasn't completely black yet. Out of consideration for his initial generosity in this life, she let him fend for himself.

Next up are the Huo family, the Baili family, the Xiao family, the Su family, the Han family, the Chu family...

The strength of these established and influential families has once again become apparent.

The supplies they had stockpiled in advance came in handy.

Whether it's paint, food, clothing, or anything else, everything becomes hard.

These are just a few large families in first-tier cities; one can only imagine what it's like in the capital.

No matter the era, there are always people who rise above others, and there are always those who are among the very top and never have to worry about food or drink.

In this life, she, Mo Chenchen, has a place.

Huo Zhanting's army once again took control of the entire villa area, and an even stricter system than the extreme heat was born.

No one may leave the villa without permission.

The first and most severe challenge facing the entire villa was heating.

Everyone's attention was focused on the hill behind the villa; the trees on the entire hill were an important resource.

Everyone in the villa who was able to move spontaneously joined the logging team.

In the biting cold wind, people shivered as they chopped down every tree they could.

Even people living in the city, whose furniture, doors and windows were about to burn out, thought of the timber resources in the mountains.

The mountains surrounding the villa area resembled a large, juicy piece of meat, attracting a flood of vehicles.

Huo Zhanting had to allocate more troops to maintain order and intercept, and the frequency of conflicts increased, with gunshots ringing out from time to time.

At this moment, when people looked at the messy, piled-up firewood in Mo Chenchen's villa courtyard, their expressions changed completely.

It's no longer about mocking and ridiculing, no longer about looking at the other person as if they were a fool.

They're not fools at all; they're incredibly smart and have always been prepared.

They're the real idiots, the absolute biggest idiots. Thinking this, I wanted to slap myself twice.

All I could see was envy, jealousy, and an unconcealable regret.

This isn't trash at all; it's clearly a treasure.

Old Mrs. Wang next door, wrapped in a tattered cotton coat, looked out the window at the neighbor's yard, filled with remorse, muttering, "She...she knew all along? She knew all along."

Meanwhile, the Zhou family, another neighbor, were sitting around the fireplace warming themselves.

He was talking about tomorrow's plans: Xiao Bao would stay home, and everyone else would go up the mountain to chop firewood.

But as they talked, their voices grew softer and softer, and eventually they fell silent. It was unclear what they were thinking about.

Zhou Li lowered his head as far as possible, hiding all his thoughts.

Another person who thought of Mo Chenchen was Huo Zhanting.

He stood by the window, his gaze fixed on the direction of the dark and gloomy villa at the far end, his brows never unfurrowed.

That woman's various irrational actions always seemed to be perfectly timed.

Could it be... that she really knows something?

Thinking about the other person's personality, they were cold, aloof, ruthless, and had a fiery temper.

Who exactly is she?

Baili Mo, Xiao Yan, and the others had long since abandoned their initial sense of superiority.

Although the family still has some backup plans, who knows what they will face next?

An extreme heatwave nearly wiped them out; now it's extreme cold, what about the future?

It seems that all the trials are only just beginning.

The first few months of extreme cold were tough, but we managed to get by thanks to the trees on the back of the mountain.

Every day, the entire villa area is filled with the sounds of chopping wood, coughing, and brief arguments over timber—it's quite lively, actually.

The temperature continued to drop, to minus thirty degrees, minus forty degrees, minus fifty degrees... Each drop in the thermometer's reading felt like an even heavier stone pressing down on people's hearts, heavy and unbearable.

Thick frost began to form on the walls of the villa, and even with a fire burning inside, people were still shivering from the cold.

The breath you exhale instantly turns into ice crystals, and the water in the cup will quickly freeze into ice cubes if it is not placed near a fire.

People began to wrap themselves in all the clothes they could wear, and dared not take them off even when they slept at night. Families squeezed into the same room, relying on each other's faint body heat and the burning fire for warmth.

Even so, the weak, the elderly, and children began to struggle.

First, the shantytown, which already had very few people, fell completely silent.

Soon after, news of deaths also began to emerge from the villa area.

They either froze to death in their sleep, or collapsed from hypothermia after spending too much time outdoors and never got up again.

The shadow of death, like a bone-deep infection, accompanied by extreme cold, looms over everyone.

Panic reached its peak when the thermometer finally dipped below the terrifying threshold of minus seventy degrees Celsius.

Expensive winter clothing and fuel reserves are proving insufficient in the face of such frigid temperatures that it feels as if even the air itself is freezing.

This time, the six major families could no longer sit still.