Finally, there's some meat to eat!

“Tch, tch, let’s see where you can run off to now.”

Chen Gang’s rough and arrogant voice drew closer to Wen Jiu. Dragged all the way back through this filthy wasteland, Wen Jiu's body was already covered with countless tiny cuts from the debris.

Finally capturing the prey he sought, Chen Gang looked down at the unconscious Wen Jiu with satisfaction, thinking about how selling this little girl would fetch him a good sum of star coins to squander.

But he paid no heed to the girl’s left hand hidden behind her back.

Humming a discordant tune, Chen Gang crouched down and slowly approached Wen Jiu, intending to tie her up tighter with the rope before taking her away.

In an instant, Wen Jiu, lying on the ground, suddenly opened her clear, bright eyes—like a beast long dormant, now awakened.

A second later, Chen Gang collapsed to the ground, clutching his neck, blood pouring forth. His eyes widened in shock and terror as he convulsed.

The girl now stood, gripping a sharp piece of iron in her left hand, the dark metal stained with crimson droplets.

Chen Gang’s blood gushed uncontrollably, and within less than a minute of spasms, his clouded pupils dilated and then went blank. His hands, which he had desperately pressed to his neck, fell lifelessly to his sides.

This place was no longer safe. Calm and efficient, Wen Jiu quickly searched the man’s body, gathering some items that looked saleable. She then hurried back to the oil drum, hoisted her large sack, and departed.

Facing the biting wind, Wen Jiu walked barefoot over the filthy earth until she saw the abandoned hovering bus that served as her refuge. Only then did she stop to catch her breath, cautiously scanning the surroundings before slipping inside.

Dragging her weary body in, she used a wooden plank standing nearby to cover the bus door.

Inside, rust had taken over. The seats had been stripped away, leaving only an empty space. Boards and scraps of metal Wen Jiu had scavenged were nailed over the windows, which were now damp and covered in moss from years of abandonment.

Yet, in such an environment, having a place to rest was a rare blessing.

Wen Jiu tossed her sack aside. Exhausted, she collapsed onto the makeshift “bed” of tattered cloth. It wasn’t soft, but it was better than lying on the hard floor.

After a brief rest, she sat up and examined herself. Dirt and grime coated her body; her worn clothes were stained with vivid bloodmarks, and her limbs bore countless bruises and scratches.

Fortunately, none of the wounds ran deep enough to threaten her life, though she wondered if scars would remain.

From her bag, Wen Jiu took out some herbs, crushed them finely, and gently applied the poultice to her injuries.

“When will this life ever end?” she muttered to herself.

Having tended to her wounds, Wen Jiu lay back down, swinging her legs slightly. The cold sensation made her look down—and she remembered her shoes had been lost during the struggle.

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