In a frigid apocalypse, I went on a shopping spree with the reborn.

Jiang Qingyue has always been a good student, and she knows many idioms.

Indifference to fame and fortune, prioritizing righteousness over profit, not coveting glory and wealth, regarding gold as dirt, and being honest in returning lost property... But then again...

That's a mythical beast chicken, she's never seen one before, so it's not unreasonable for her to go and take a look, right?

Before their brains could process it, their feet followed Wang Xiaowei and the others back to the village.

Wang Xiaowei's family lived in a three-room brick house with an open fenced yard outside. The wooden sticks used to make the fence had been broken off and burned as firewood, and only a small section of them could be seen buried under the ice.

Wang Xiaowei entered the courtyard and warned everyone, "Stay here quietly. My parents are old and in poor health. If you scare them, I'll make them pay."

After giving the warning, Wang Xiaowei turned and went into the house.

Standing at the bottom of the lower steps, Jiang Qingyue could see everything in the courtyard clearly by tilting her head slightly upwards.

Because I see things so clearly, my doubts only grow.

Despite the massive hailstorm, the tiled house remained completely intact.

More importantly, the moss marks on the tiles don't look like they were repaired later; they look more like those on an old tiled house that has been used for decades.

In addition, the walls of this house are particularly thin, which is a common problem in Quanshui City. Whether it is commercial housing in the city or self-built houses in the countryside, due to the fact that the temperature is not particularly low all year round, almost all houses are built without considering the problem of heat preservation.

But no matter how thin the apartments in the city are, they are still very sturdy.

Wang Xiaowei's house was different; it was drafty from all sides.

It looks fine now, but according to the timeline, the temperature had already reached minus fifty degrees Celsius before the God of War increased everyone's physique by ten points.

Wang Xiaowei's parents are at least in their seventies. Before their physical condition improves, it's impossible for the two elderly people to survive living in such an environment.

But somehow, he survived.

At first, Jiang Qingyue thought it might be Wang Dawei, the reborn person, who helped her, but then she thought it didn't make sense. If Wang Dawei really had such filial piety, wouldn't it be better to bring his parents to the city?

Before she could figure it out, Wang Xiaowei came out carrying a baby hen.

It was very small, grayish-brown, and at first glance you might mistake it for a quail.

The moment this little guy appeared, the anger of the group was completely ignited.

"Wang Xiaowei, you son of a bitch! This is the little thing you were talking about that can lay eggs indefinitely?"

"Who are you kidding?"

"Everyone, beat him up! This guy's treating us like idiots!"

"Listen to me, this really is a mutant chicken!" Wang Xiaowei's explanation was so weak and feeble.

One of his former followers suggested, "Boss, why don't we let it lay an egg and see?"

The burly man, who was grabbing Wang Xiaowei by the collar, stopped and said, "Not bad, hurry up and make it lay an egg."

"..." Wang Xiaowei was speechless. This mutated chicken wasn't even the size of an egg, how could it lay a fart?

"This is still a young beast; it's not yet time for it to lay eggs."

"Heh." The big guy sneered, "That's a good excuse. Are you going to say again that in order to get this little guy to lay eggs sooner, all the food, crystal cores, and trading coins we find will have to be given to you to feed it?"

Wang Xiaowei said helplessly, "It's not all, just a portion will do."

Before he could finish speaking, the big guy sneered, "See? Brothers, they're not satisfied with just making fools of us once, they're planning to make fools of us for the rest of our lives."

"Beat him up!"

Everyone was furious, and even those who originally supported Wang Xiaowei secretly went up and kicked him.

Jiang Qingyue looked at the mutated chick that had run from the chaotic crowd to her feet and was now pecking at her trouser leg.

Helpless: "I really just wanted to take a look, why did you come all this way? Look at the mess you've made..."

Without thinking, his hand once again scooped up the mutated chicken and held it in his arms.

Having determined the location of Coal Hill, Jiang Qingyue planned to return.

She doesn't plan to come herself after that; she'll just send a zombie king with a bunch of little zombies to mine coal.

On the way back, Jiang Qingyue touched the mutated chicken. The little guy was very thin, as thin as a little sparrow, just a bunch of bones.

It was very intelligent, though, and kept gently pecking at her palm with its mouth, making cooing noises.

"You're the one who wanted to come with me, so you'd better be obedient, understand?"

The little guy nodded and opened his mouth towards her.

Seeing this, Jiang Qingyue laughed and said, "It seems that Wang Xiaowei doesn't treat you very well either. Look how hungry you are. Wait, I'll find some food for you from my space."

I just grabbed a handful of rice from the space, and my palm, which was holding the little hen, suddenly felt heavy.

A very familiar packaging bag appeared in her palm; it was a vacuum-packed bag of fish fillets.

Why would you say it's familiar?

Because the size and weight are exactly the same as those in her store.

"Cluck cluck cluck~" The little hen made cheerful sounds, with a hint of wanting praise.

"You spat it out? You have your own personal space? Where did you come from? Did Wang Xiaowei give it to you or did you steal it?"

The little hen clucked for a while, but Jiang Qingyue couldn't understand it.

Gently place it on the ground, put the rice grains in your hand on the ice so it can peck at them, and then look at the fish slices in your hand.

The more I look at it, the more familiar it seems.

She's managed to make a name for herself in the market, with crowds gathering to watch her clean fish every time she does it; she must have her own unique skills.

She has a habit of rounding up to the nearest whole number.

Regardless of the size of the fish, she would always round up the amount of fish slices in each bag to a whole number.

This results in the last few slices being slightly thinner or thicker to make it round. Of course, the average customer wouldn't be able to tell the difference, but she could.

The last two slices of this vacuum-packed fish fillet were a bit thin.

In other words, this bag of fish slices most likely came from her.

She doesn't actually make many vacuum-packed fish fillets. When it comes to fish fillets, everyone prefers the freshest ones, and vacuum packaging only applies to two situations.

The customer appreciated her skills and wanted to send some to his relatives in another city.

In addition, when the apocalypse was approaching, she made two large batches, one batch for Wang Dawei and the other for herself.

Her own batch hadn't leaked out, so there's only one source for this bag of fish—Wang Dawei.

Why did the fish that was in Wang Dawei's hand end up in Wang Xiaowei's hand?

Jiang Qingyue carefully searched through her memories. She wasn't actually very familiar with Wang Dawei's family, and she didn't even know that Wang Dawei had a younger brother.

All I know is that his hometown is a rural area of ​​Quanshui City, and his parents seem to be farmers. That's all I know.

But their relationship probably wasn't particularly good, otherwise they should have brought the two elderly people to the city to enjoy their retirement.

"But if their relationship was just average, why would Wang Dawei send food to his younger brother back home when supplies were scarce?"

Jiang Qingyue turned on her personal terminal and sent a message to Liu Yuyao: "What's the relationship between Wang Dawei and his younger brother Wang Xiaowei?"

Liu Yuyao: "We've never spoken to each other again. The two brothers have been fighting since they were kids. If murder weren't illegal, Wang Dawei would have killed his brother long ago. Why are you suddenly asking this?"

Jiang Qingyue's heart sank. Without explaining why, she replied with a thank you.

Recalling what that big guy said at the coal mine, it was clear that they wanted to take back Quanshui City, which was led by Nangong Zhao.

Where did they get their confidence?

After all, that was Wang Dawei's old territory. Where did they get the confidence to surpass the reborn Wang Dawei and take back Quanshui City?

Just based on Wang Xiaowei?

But Wang Xiaowei was just Wang Dawei's younger brother. When Wang Dawei was at the height of his fame, topping the three major lists, he didn't even let Wang Xiaowei go to the Happiness Base to be a superior person with him. This shows that his strength and relationship were both average. Besides, Wang Dawei was dead.

She and Long Jiuxing took the computer and all the things in the house, so there was no way they could leave anything for Wang Xiaowei.

Given that she had been very close and hadn't even tried to hide her presence, and was accompanied by a zombie with a "fragrant scent that travels ten miles," it's clear that the group was completely oblivious and weaklings.

Without strength, with nothing, how dare these few dozen people fight against Nangong Zhao, who controls tens of thousands of people?

Jiang Qingyue stood there, watching the little hen finish the handful of rice she had given her, then scooped the hen up and turned back to Xiaoshidong Village.

Yan Bao scratched the rabbit's head: "Chirp chirp chirp." Master, you're going the wrong way. You have to go down to get home.

"We didn't go the wrong way," Jiang Qingyue said. "I want to see just how deep the water is here."

Jiang Qingyue's pace quickened, so fast that even the Corpse King CEO beside her struggled to keep up.

But seeing Jiang Qingyue's increasingly gloomy face, it didn't even dare to breathe loudly, for fear of having its crystal core dug out.

Its perception was correct; Jiang Qingyue was indeed very angry.

She mentally reviewed every move Wang Xiaowei made when she first saw him, and his walking posture and tone of voice gradually overlapped with those of Wang Dawei.

Ignoring their younger faces, their expressions and mannerisms are almost identical.

As they approached Xiaoshidong Village, Jiang Qingyue took the Snow Concealment Bow into his hand.

A gust of wind blew by, carrying an extremely strong smell of blood. Jiang Qingyue and the Corpse King CEO both narrowed their eyes.

Yan Bao and Zai Zai were a step behind them, and their expressions also became serious.

Only the little hen, who had just finished eating, was fast asleep in Jiang Qingyue's pocket.

"Be careful," Jiang Qingyue said to the two little ones. The two of them jumped and used the rooftops of the two houses to reach Wang Xiaowei's yard.

The ground was littered with corpses, all of them young men who had followed Wang Xiaowei home from the coal mine, except for Wang Xiaowei himself.

A trail of bloody footprints led away from behind the eaves.

Needless to say, this definitely belongs to Wang Xiaowei, or rather... Wang Dawei.

When Jiang Qingyue entered the room, she found it completely cold, and even the stools and tables that should have been used regularly were covered with a thick layer of dust.

There was a room on the left with the door open. Without even going in, Jiang Qingyue saw the bodies of two old people lying on the bed, tightly embracing each other.

Judging from its appearance, it had been frozen stiff for quite some time.

He turned and left the house. Just then, the Corpse King CEO arrived, panting heavily.

"Keep up."

Jiang Qingyue followed the trail of bloody footprints all the way to the forest behind the village.

The firewood here has been completely cut down, leaving only some wooden stakes buried under the ice.

The bloody footprints were gone, and there were almost no traces left on the ice.

As Jiang Qingyue searched, she said to the Corpse King CEO, "Follow the scent of humans. If you find him, he dies; if you don't, you die."

No sooner had Jiang Qingyue uttered her threat than the Corpse King CEO sniffed the air like a dog, then pointed to the side ahead, his face brimming with confidence.

I thought it was some big problem, but it's just finding someone, it couldn't be simpler.

There's hardly anyone around here. Ignoring Jiang Qingyue's presence, if there's anything else, it's definitely the guy who ran away.

Holding the bow, Jiang Qingyue charged forward without the slightest hesitation, a confidence born from his 100,000 combat power.

At this moment, she was 100% certain that the person who ran away was Wang Dawei, not Wang Xiaowei.

Although I don't know why Wang Dawei disappeared from the rankings, he should be completely dead, so how could he still be hiding in this small mountain village like he's possessed?

But that's not important; we'll find out when we find it.

She didn't care about Wang Xiaowei, but Wang Dawei had to die.

Jiang Qingyue led the Corpse King CEO at high speed for a while before stopping. The Corpse King then gave Jiang Qingyue directions again, and Jiang Qingyue continued searching according to the directions.

After winding through the deep mountains, Jiang Qingyue finally spotted a figure at the foot of a mountain, huffing and puffing as it climbed upwards.

The other person seemed to have seen her too, turned around and stared at her, then turned back and climbed even faster two seconds later.

"It really is you, Wang Dawei."

Jiang Qingyue's voice and figure quickly disappeared into the cold wind.

She traversed the steep slopes with ease, quickly reaching the summit. There, she found a relatively flat spot and sat down with an air of nonchalance.

Like a cat playing with a mouse, it watches the people below climb for a while, then turns back to look, then climbs for a while, then turns back to look again.

A dozen minutes later, as Wang Xiaowei climbed, he saw a pair of boots, shiny hiking boots.

She looked up blankly and met Jiang Qingyue's eyes, which seemed to be smiling but weren't.

"What should I call you? Wang Xiaowei? Or... Wang Dawei?"

"What? What? Wang Dawei? You must have mistaken me for someone else? I'm Wang Xiaowei. Although we're brothers and look alike, I'm about ten years younger than him. Look closely, you won't mistake me." Wang Xiaowei swallowed.

"Seeing you carrying a bow, you must be the legendary Jiang Qingyue, right? I know my brother once issued a bounty on your head, but that's a personal grudge between you two. My brother and I have never gotten along well since we were kids."

"No matter how strong you are, you can't resort to the practice of punishing entire families."

"Is that so?" Jiang Qingyue smiled, but the murderous aura emanating from her grew stronger. "I'm very curious, what are the methods you use to escape death time and time again? Tell me, okay?"

Wang Xiaowei: "What are you talking about? I don't understand. I've always been in this small mountain village."

Jiang Qingyue ignored his excuses: "Tell me how you came back to life, and I don't care if you're Wang Dawei or Wang Xiaowei, I'll give you a quick death, okay?"

"You..." The fanaticism in her eyes sent chills down Wang Xiaowei's spine. In an instant, he guessed Jiang Qingyue's intention: "You want to resurrect your parents?"

These words were practically an admission that he was indeed Wang Dawei.

"Not pretending anymore?" Jiang Qingyue asked.

"Anyway, whether it's Wang Dawei or Wang Xiaowei, you're going to kill them anyway, so it doesn't matter whether you admit it or not."

Jiang Qingyue: "It's so refreshing to talk to smart people. You should also know that you can't escape. So tell me your method."

Wang Dawei, disguised as Wang Xiaowei, chuckled and said, "Jiang Qingyue, get this straight, you're the one who needs my help now."

"You are also a reborn person, so you should know how difficult it is to come back to life. Apart from me, no one else in this world can do it."

"If you want to bring your parents back to life, kneel down now and beg me."

"Do everything I say, or even if you kill me, I won't tell."

"And let me tell you, even if you kill me today, I will be resurrected somewhere else. So what if I can't beat you for the time being? You are in the open while I am in the dark. As long as I can survive, I will find a chance to kill you one day."

"But what about you? You'll have to be prepared to be killed by me at any moment for the rest of your life, living in constant fear and without peace."