Chapter 85 Otherwise, I’ll Bury You

Chapter 85 Otherwise, I'll Bury You

"Big Sister, you really won't say anything?"

"If it's true, then your life will end here!"

As she spoke, the little girl scooped up a handful of snow and threw it into the pit, the snow landing right on Mao Xinyu's face.

This moment left Mao Xinyu's heart as cold as the snow on her face.

Mao Xinyu, as a teacher, always carried a pure heart, kind and benevolent, caring deeply for her students and giving her all.

However, reality dealt her a heavy blow.

Mao Xinyu clutched her foot, feeling utterly desolate.

Indeed, just as Shen Que had said, in this post-apocalyptic world, self-preservation was paramount.

"Cheng Yu, take them and leave; don't bother saving me," Mao Xinyu shouted.

Meng Ci didn't want to waste too much time here; they had come out quite early.

It was only around noon, and if they lingered too long, more people might come out to chop trees, leading to a fierce battle.

The man sneered, "Want to leave? Let's see if we agree."

"You won't leave unless you tell us where you live."

There were six men in their group, also out to chop trees for warmth.

When Meng Ci and his companions first arrived, the man had already noticed them.

Seeing that Meng Ci and his group were warmly dressed and not as pale and emaciated as himself, the man concluded that they must have a substantial stockpile of supplies and were living comfortably.

Noticing their young age, he assumed they were kind-hearted and willing to help others.

Thus, the man gathered a group and dug a trap here, covering the pit entrance.

Then, he buried his daughter in the snow while he and the others covered themselves with snow, lying quietly on the ground, waiting for these few to fall into the trap.

"What's the point of talking so much? If you want to fight, let's fight; if you want to kill, let's kill."

Meng Ci held a long knife in one hand and an axe in the other, speaking fiercely.

Now that it was the post-apocalypse, what use were empty words? Action was the best way to resolve all troubles.

Shen Que also tightened his grip on his long knife, ready to follow Meng Ci's lead at any moment.

Duan Yan was still hesitant, after all, Mao Xinyu was still in their hands.

Cheng Yu whispered reassuringly, "Don't worry, they only have three men who can fight."

"At that time, I will deal with these three men together with Meng Ci and Shen Que."

"As for the two women, I'll keep an eye on them. You just need to find a way to pull Teacher Mao up."

"Alright." Duan Yan agreed.

The sky began to drift with light snow again. If they stayed any longer, it would be even harder to return.

Meng Ci didn't hesitate and charged forward with his knife.

Shen Que and the others quickly followed.

On the other side, the five men were also ready for battle.

Meng Ci directly rushed at the leading man and swung his knife heavily at his shoulder. The man did not expect this seemingly weak student to be so ruthless.

The knife in his hand was very sharp, and combined with Meng Ci's strength, it managed to wound the man's shoulder.

The man covered his wound and immediately engaged in a fight with Meng Ci.

Shen Que and Cheng Yu faced their opponents similarly.

However, the man fighting Shen Que was of average skill and soon fell into a disadvantageous position.

The two women guarding Mao Xinyu, seeing the situation turn unfavorable, also charged forward with knives. One fought Shen Que, while the other tangled with Duan Yan.

The little girl, upon seeing her parents and uncles and aunts falling behind and unable to help, became extremely anxious.

When she saw Mao Xinyu trying to climb out of the pit, the little girl, with a cold face, grabbed a shovel nearby and started digging snow, attempting to bury Mao Xinyu.

"Sister, tell them to stop immediately."

"Otherwise, I'll bury you."

Mao Xinyu remained silent.

As Mao Xinyu climbed and fell repeatedly, the snow melted from the friction, quickly turning to ice due to the low temperature, making it even harder for her to climb out.

With the current low temperature, everyone was dressed warmly, and each slash of the knife could not cause much damage.

So Meng Ci had to aim for the man's vulnerable spots—his hands, face, and neck.

Each time, Meng Ci attacked fiercely, but the man was not weak and quickly dodged.

After ten minutes, the man had one cut on his face and another on his hand, nothing more.

As for Meng Ci, he had a cut on the back of his right hand and another on his left arm when he used it to shield his face.

Dressed too warmly, Meng Ci began to pant, and the two men faced each other, their auras intense.

"Give up if you can't win!"

"Surrender?" Meng Ci chuckled. Surrender was out of the question. Wielding his knife, he charged forward again.

But as he closed in on the man, Meng Ci instantly switched his weapon.

"You..." Blood trickled from the man's mouth; he couldn’t believe Meng Ci had a gun.

Meng Ci knew that continuing the fight would not give them much of a chance.

So, taking a risk, when he got close to the man, he swapped his long knife for a silenced pistol from his storage space.

The trigger pulled, and the man lost any chance of survival.

Putting the pistol back into the storage space, Meng Ci switched back to the long knife and thrust it along the bullet’s trajectory.

As the man fell, Meng Ci slowly crouched down.

With a strong push of the knife, he drove the bullet deeper into the man's body.

Twisting the blade, he concealed the burn marks left by the bullet entering the body.

The girl, seeing her father killed by Meng Ci, grabbed a shovel and rushed at him.

Meng Ci didn’t hesitate, pulling out the long knife and stabbing it towards the girl’s neck.

Blood flowed, staining the snow.

Both the man and the little girl died with their eyes open, staring at each other.

With their leader dead, everyone except the man’s wife scattered and fled.

Shen Que had already broken the leg of the man he was fighting, leaving him with numerous wounds on his face and hands.

Picking up a piece of wood from the ground, Shen Que threw it at the man. As the man struggled to get up, Shen Que ran over and slit his throat with a single stroke.

Cheng Yu also killed the man he was fighting and then helped Duan Yan deal with the woman.

The girl’s mother, who had been fighting Cheng Yu, screamed and charged at Meng Ci after seeing her husband and daughter killed.

Her husband wasn’t a match for Meng Ci; how could she, a woman, fare any better?

One strike of the knife, and the family of three lay together, neatly side by side.

The snow grew heavier, covering the red stains on the ground.

Soon, these bodies would be buried under the heavy snow, with no one knowing what had happened here.

Cheng Yu and Duan Yan went over to try to pull Mao Xinyu out of the pit.

But the pit was too slippery, and they had expended too much energy fighting, so their attempts failed multiple times.

Meng Ci and Shen Que came over to help.

Meng Ci took a piece of useless rope, threw it into the pit, and had Mao Xinyu tie it around her waist. Then, they all worked together to pull her out.

Exhausted, they all lay on the ground, panting, letting the snowflakes fall on their faces.

Even with the corpses lying beside them, unblinking, nothing could stop their desire to rest.