Chapter 109: Just a Saintess, Easy to Kill

Sun Rong’s face turned pale; the worst had happened.

Not only did Teng Jingyu plan to sell them off, but was she even considering selling the Witch? Or perhaps she intended to bring these people to the Witch, using her hands to eliminate these three?

No matter which, where did she find such audacity?

Zheng Yingjun glanced at Sun Rong. To him, Sun Rong’s panicked expression meant their secret had been exposed.

These people were extraordinarily lucky, somehow discovering a batch of mutated vegetables that could grow in the fierce blizzard and freezing cold.

As long as they found this batch of mutated vegetables, it would greatly alleviate the urgent crisis facing the Vulcan Base.

It must be understood that long-term lack of vegetables and vitamins could lead to sepsis and a series of health issues.

They were about to strike it rich!

“Well...” Teng Jingyu said, “Handsome, we really want to bring you there, but a very dangerous woman lives there. She shoots to kill at the slightest provocation.”

Zheng Yingjun glanced at the two companions and smiled.

Dangerous?

It had been a long time since he’d heard that word.

What a joke. Apart from the military-guarded shelters, nothing in the wilderness scared him.

“Yingjun, stop wasting time—it’s already 4 p.m.,” Lin Hong checked the time.

Once night fell, temperatures outside would drop further, and even those with abilities might freeze to death.

Zheng Yingjun pointed his gun at the group: “Lead the way, or die.”

Teng Jingyu said, “I’ll guide you.”

“No,” Zheng Yingjun replied, “All of you will lead.”

He had seen too many tricks of one person leading while others set up ambushes.

If it were daytime, they might have played along for a while.

But night was near, and time was tight.

“That woman really is terrifying, you must be cautious,” Teng Jingyu warned.

Smack!

Zheng Yingjun slapped Teng Jingyu hard, sending her sprawling to the ground. “Are you telling me how to do things?”

Dizzy and stunned, Teng Jingyu looked at him in horror.

She couldn’t believe that the tactics that always worked before were utterly useless against these people.

[Damn it, let’s perish together with the Witch!]

She scrambled up, pitifully saying, “We’ll lead right away.”

Sun Rong and the others stood silently, staring at the dark barrels of the guns, unable to utter a word, forced to follow.

The villa where they lived was only a few hundred meters from Su Miao’s villa.

To facilitate harvesting the vegetables, the six of them regularly cleared the snow from the roads, so the snow wasn’t thick.

Considering the possibility of combat, Zheng Yingjun, Lin Hong, and Lü Qigang from Vulcan Base abandoned their snowmobiles for the moment, following on foot with guns drawn.

“Living alone in the wilderness with so many mutated vegetables must mean she’s an ability user,” Lin Hong analyzed.

Lü Qigang laughed. “Raising six useless people with such good vegetables? If she’s an ability user, she’s a saint. But how long can a saint last in the apocalypse?”

Everyone chuckled.

In the post-apocalyptic world, saints were better off dead.

After walking a few hundred meters, they saw a villa with smoke curling from the chimney.

The snow around the villa was shallow, apparently cleared daily.

In a nearby clearing grew vegetables like bok choy, cabbage, tomatoes, cucumbers, and soybeans, all thriving, with some already blossoming.

Further away stood several tomato plants, each bearing over a dozen heavy, ripe tomatoes.

“That’s it,” Teng Jingyu pointed ahead. “We harvest every five days.”

Sun Rong’s face drained of color.

They had brought the Vulcan Base people here.

He could already imagine what would happen next—Teng Jingyu was going to doom them all.

The others looked uneasy as well.

Zheng Yingjun approached the mutated vegetables, staring for a while before breaking into a pleased smile.

Especially those tomato plants—they were two or three meters tall.

The tomatoes weighed three to five kilograms each.

Even bigger than the ones they had just eaten.

This was true fortune!

If they handed these mutated vegetables over to the base, their status there would rise dramatically. They could have anything they wanted.

But not handing them over seemed even better!

They would have anything and everything anyway.

Zheng Yingjun laughed. “You few, go call out the people inside.”

If they chose the first option, these people could bring them to the base and contribute for a few days.

If the second, these people wouldn’t be allowed to live.

But no matter what, they had to first check the woman in the villa.

A saint ability user—how interesting.

First, see if she was pretty; if not, kill her outright. If pretty, heh heh heh.

What the outsiders didn’t know was that even as they approached the villa, they had already been spotted by the magpie who liked standing by the window cleaning glass.

“Your Highness, the six little white mice have brought three strangers,” the magpie alerted.

Su Miao’s body trembled involuntarily. How were there strangers here?

“Your Highness, the three strangers are armed,” the magpie reported.

Su Miao glanced out the window, noticing they had entered a blind spot, making sniping from upstairs difficult.

She immediately retrieved a gun from her magic space, prepared to open the door and handle the situation.

This was a lesson learned to prevent the front door from being damaged.

Just as she took a few steps, she remembered something and turned to put on a down jacket.

In such cold weather, not wearing a down jacket would surely raise suspicion.

Su Miao descended downstairs, trying hard to mask the chill in her expression.

The magpie perched on a table behind her.

Less than three minutes later, someone knocked on the door.

Su Miao, as usual, expanded the magic space array and opened the door.

Standing before it were Sun Rong, Guo Yixing, and four others; just behind them were three armed strangers, the man in the middle wearing a disgusting smile.

But compared to the malice radiating from these three, none could match Teng Jingyu.

Su Miao glanced at Teng Jingyu, noting the clear slap mark on her face.

Her once passable face was swollen like a loaf of bread.

Su Miao was puzzled.

That face wasn’t hers—why such strong hatred?

Could it be they discovered poison in the mutated vegetables?

But judging by the others’ expressions, that seemed unlikely.

Or perhaps these people were all brought by Teng Jingyu.

Su Miao knew letting these people live would bring trouble.

Those spared in the tourist area only thought of revenge; unable to retaliate herself, Teng Jingyu had brought strangers.

However, since their experiment with the vegetables hadn’t ended, she wouldn’t kill them just yet.

Su Miao looked at the three strangers.

They were strong.

She sensed danger from them, growing increasingly tense.

“I suggest you put down your gun,” Zheng Yingjun said, smiling faintly at Su Miao. “Let me introduce ourselves—we’re from Vulcan Base, and we hope you’ll join us.”

Su Miao pursed her lips, silent.

The distance was a bit far; killing them all at once would be troublesome.

Zheng Yingjun continued, “Vulcan Base currently has over 20,000 people, strong in power and rich in resources...”

Su Miao gave no reaction, as if they were invisible.

Lin Hong frowned, clearly growing impatient.

Lü Qigang said, “Just a saint. Let’s finish this quickly.”

Zheng Yingjun said, “No rush. I believe this beautiful lady will make the right choice.”

Sensing the growing malice, Su Miao’s tension deepened.

She wanted to act but found no good opportunity.

She felt that if she shot directly, these people could dodge like Chi Wanting.

Suddenly, the magpie spoke up.

“You lowly ants, how dare you talk to Her Highness like that? Want to die?”

Eh?

Su Miao nearly choked on the air.

Zheng Yingjun, Lin Hong, and Lü Qigang all stared at the magpie.

The magpie strutted arrogantly. “What’re you looking at? Never seen such a handsome magpie? You foolish upright apes.”

Sun Rong and the others grimaced.

They knew the Witch’s magpie could talk but never expected it to be so articulate.

Zheng Yingjun, Lin Hong, and Lü Qigang’s faces darkened.

They were being insulted by a bird.

The magpie went on: “You miserable things—look at your eyes, so gloomy. Have you already died?”

Zheng Yingjun looked at Su Miao, suppressing his anger. “Is your bird doing this on purpose?”

Su Miao stiffened, whispering, “The magpie is right.”

The magpie said, “Did you hear that? Her Highness agrees with me! Chirp chirp! You don’t accept this? Come and try to kill me!”

Uncle could tolerate it, but auntie could not.

Lü Qigang pointed his gun at the magpie. “I’m going to kill this flat-feathered beast!”

Zheng Yingjun’s expression changed; he was about to stop him when gunshots rang out.

Lü Qigang fired three shots in quick succession.

But the gunshots were far more than three.

Su Miao had opened fire.

This was a rare opportunity.

Lü Qigang’s attention was fully on the magpie; he never expected Su Miao to dare shoot directly.

Even as an ability user, at such close range, it was too late to activate powers.

Su Miao’s bullet smashed straight through Lü Qigang’s skull.

Suddenly, countless snowflakes sharp as blades surged toward Su Miao, all absorbed by the magic space array.

Almost simultaneously, a hail of bullets shot toward where Su Miao stood, also absorbed by the magic space.

Su Miao was terrified and immediately swept her gun toward the source of malice.

A scream pierced the blizzard—someone had been hit.

But another dodged, hiding behind the wrecked truck.

“Hiss! That scared me to death! That scared me to death!” the magpie trembled behind Su Miao.

Seeing Su Miao unharmed and the attacks unable to penetrate the villa, it felt safe again.

Only, Su Miao’s body trembled even more than the bird.

“Come out, you useless trash! Dare to kill the magpie? If you can’t, you’re the magpie’s poop!” the magpie shouted loudly.

Outside, Zheng Yingjun nearly lost control of the summoned blizzard.

He couldn’t understand why such strong attacks hadn’t hit the enemy.

“Help me...” Lin Hong’s left leg was crushed.

He gritted his teeth, painfully calling to Zheng Yingjun from behind the truck.

Zheng Yingjun pointed toward the villa’s front door. “Use your petrification ability. If we don’t kill her...”

Before he finished, another volley of bullets hit, further injuring Lin Hong.

Zheng Yingjun looked at the fallen Lin Hong, feeling awful.

As ability users, their strength was considerable.

In combat, they had faced gunmen before and crushed them easily barehanded.

Especially Lin Hong—his petrification power activated, bullets were routine.

Unless the enemy used rockets, there was no need to dodge.

But even such a strong Lin Hong was crippled.

As for Lü Qigang, it was all his fault for being angered by a bird, causing them to fall into a passive position.

Couldn’t they have killed that damned woman first, then slowly tore the foul-mouthed magpie apart?

Hiding behind the truck, Zheng Yingjun’s heart pounded faster.

He couldn’t hold out much longer against the blizzard blades.

He had to find a way to escape!

The second wave of malice dissipated.

Su Miao’s gaze pierced the snowy blades, fixated on the source of the malice.

The ability to control blizzards was terrifying!

She must be killed.

But the enemy had cover—what to do?

Zheng Yingjun shouted, “It’s a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding! We truly represent Vulcan Base inviting you. Please don’t cause accidental harm.”

Su Miao said nothing, only wanting to kill Zheng Yingjun.

She had already killed two; the last one must not be spared.

Otherwise, after losing three ability users, the Vulcan Base behind them would no doubt come looking for revenge, possibly with rockets and more.

In this freezing blizzard, if the little villa was destroyed, she wouldn’t even have a place to sleep.

The magpie shouted, “Take away this blizzard and come out to talk.”

Damn this flat-feathered beast!

Zheng Yingjun clenched his gun. Why hadn’t he killed the magpie earlier?

Maintaining the blizzard blades consumed great mental and physical energy.

He hadn’t wanted to listen to the magpie before, but now he had no choice.

“Fine, I’ll withdraw the blizzard as a sign of goodwill,” Zheng Yingjun called out.

The blizzard blades instantly ceased.

Su Miao looked outside. Sun Rong, Guo Yixing, Teng Jingyu, Chu Zekai, Luo Zhengyi, and Yu Feng huddled in a corner of the courtyard wall. They were alive but terrified.

Even with the blizzard blades gone, not one dared open their eyes toward the villa.

Too terrifying!

With the frenzied, blinding blizzard blades gone, Su Miao clearly saw ahead and prepared to cast Fireball.

The magpie said, “Good! Now come out; Her Highness wants to talk to you.”

Su Miao raised her hand; five small blue fireballs appeared, slowly merging and radiating intense heat, melting the nearby snow and ice.

Zheng Yingjun said, “I’m afraid if I come out, your Highness will kill me.”

The magpie happily chirped, “Chirp chirp! Foolish upright ape, you missed your last chance. You think hiding behind that broken truck means Her Highness can’t kill you?”

Su Miao gently pushed her hand; the merged blue fireball flew toward the old truck.

Zheng Yingjun felt a sudden, terrifying heat.

He turned to see the blue glow against the snow.

What was that?

Boom!