Traveling through ancient times to escape famine, the prince led me to rebel

It was already evening, the sun's afterglow gradually faded, and the rays of light dyed the white clouds red, like blood.

The wide streets were in a mess.

The original asphalt material on the ground could no longer be seen. Dark red blood was mixed with soil and various useless garbage, piled up randomly.

Occasionally a foot would step on it, but the owner of the foot would remain indifferent because he was already like a walking corpse.

It has been three years since the end of the world.

In a shop beside the street, Luo Xiaoran opened her eyes wide and stared blankly at the sun that was about to set, until the light slowly faded away.

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Daliang, the first year of Tianqi.

There were continuous heavy rains in the south, and the water level of the Yangtze River rose sharply, drowning tens of millions of people. For a time, the whole country was in mourning.

Suffering from the flood, residents on both sides of the strait flocked north in search of a glimmer of hope.

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So thirsty.

Wasn't she dead? Would she feel the same pain after death?

My throat felt like it had been sanded by sandpaper. It was extremely dry and there were waves of pain that tasted blood.

No one answered her and it was very quiet.

About half a cup of tea later, Luo Xiaoran finally opened her eyes.

She slowly rolled her eyes, trying to dispel the dizziness.

I touched my stomach subconsciously, and my mind suddenly became clear.

How did her belly get flatter? Where's her baby?

No! Wasn't she caught by those four beasts?

At that time, Luo Xiaoran was searching for food in a grocery store. She hadn't eaten for a long time.

The shop was carefully selected and was very remote, but I didn't expect to meet four people dressed like gangsters.

After the thugs robbed a bag of sausages that Luo Xiaoran had found with great difficulty, they were still not satisfied and even set their sights on her since she was pregnant.

Luo Xiaoran pretended to be shy and pulled one of them who seemed to be the leader into a small compartment inside the grocery store, blocking the other three outside the door.

The gang leader was very conceited and thought that a pregnant woman could not cause any trouble, so he was particularly lax.

Luo Xiaoran took advantage of his unpreparedness and killed him.

Soon, the other three people sensed something was wrong and rushed in and started fighting with Luo Xiaoran.

Although Luo Xiaoran was quite skilled in martial arts, she was pregnant and afraid of hurting the child, so she was unable to deal with the three men.

She only remembered that she used up her last bit of strength to kill the last person, and she felt a pain in her stomach. She could not remember anything that happened after that.

She should have been dead, but how did she come back to life?

Head hurts.

Luo Xiaoran raised one hand and slowly massaged her temple.

The subtle and delicate feeling brought by the friction between her fingers and the skin on her face startled her.

Luo Xiaoran stretched out her hand and held it in front of her eyes to examine it carefully. It was obviously a pampered hand, white and tender.

She originally had a pair of hands like this, but the arrival of the end of the world forced her to take up weapons to protect herself and her family.

So the previously delicate hands were now covered with scars of varying sizes and calluses from long-term labor.

Hiss, her head hurts so much, as if someone is stirring her brain with a blade.

In severe pain, various life scenes of an ancient little girl flashed through Luo Xiaoran's mind.

Strangely, the people and things in the scene were blurry, making it difficult for her to remember them clearly.

She should have traveled through time and space to become the body of this little ancient girl, but the memories in her mind were hazy.

Most importantly, the background of this little girl and how she died and allowed herself to be resurrected are not very clear.

But none of this matters. What matters is that God brought her back to life!

She can finally get away from the life of chopping zombies with a machete!

She can finally eat her fill and not feel hungry!

She can finally live a peaceful life!

Thinking of this, Luo Xiaoran almost screamed, but the severe pain in her throat immediately brought her back to reality from her sweet dream.

Resisting the discomfort brought by hunger and thirst, Luo Xiaoran slowly stood up and looked around carefully.

This should be an abandoned temple.

There is only one big house, and looking inside from the door frame where there is no main door, you can see everything.

The room was bare, without even a table to place offerings.

There is a large window on each side, and the window paper is densely covered with holes of varying sizes. The afterglow of the setting sun shines through these holes and casts mottled shadows on the ground.

There was some straw on the ground, piled here and there, mixed with dirt, and it was very dirty.

Luo Xiaoran raised her head and looked upwards. The roof made of thatch mixed with yellow mud was almost rotten, leaving only the bare beams swaying in the air.

The only thing worth noting was the stone statue of a mountain god placed at the innermost part of the temple, although one of the arms of the statue was also broken.

This could be the ancient version of the Venus de Milo, right?

The original body was lying in the small space behind the mountain god statue, with no one around.

Judging from the material of her original clothes, she should be a young lady from an ancient family with some assets.

But she really couldn't remember why she was abandoned alone in this dilapidated temple.

"Brother, look, there is a dilapidated temple here!"

A slightly rough voice full of excitement came from outside the door.

"Go in and take a look. Let's rest here tonight."

Another slightly cold voice sounded.

Luo Xiaoran quickly ran back to her previous hiding place and pricked up her ears to listen carefully to the noise outside.

The rough voice outside sounded again:

"I haven't had a good night's sleep since I fled north. Today I can relax here. As for this woman, hehehe..."

Before he finished speaking, he had already started laughing obscenely.

Luo Xiaoran cautiously stuck out half of her eye and looked outside.

There were three people in total, two men and one woman.

The man who spoke just now was a tall and burly man, holding a faceless woman in his hands like a chicken.

His hand had already reached into the woman's collar, and he was grinning wickedly at the tall and thin man.

The tall and thin man was not so impatient. "It's getting dark. Let's gather the firewood and light the fire."

"Okay!" The burly man actually listened to the tall and thin man very much.

Luo Xiaoran gently retracted her head, continued to listen to them with her ears perked up, and thought in her heart.

The era she is in now seems to be experiencing a natural disaster.

The two people outside should be refugees fleeing famine, while the woman is still unconscious and her clothes are very different from those of the two.

It doesn't seem like he followed them voluntarily, but more like...

"Let me go! Where is my husband? What have you done to him?"

The unconscious woman suddenly woke up, and a strange ugly head came into her sight. She was so scared that she screamed.

The burly man approached the woman and replied:

"Hehehe, your husband was chopped to death by me a long time ago. If you don't want to reunite with him in the underworld, just be obedient and I will love you."

The tall and thin man watched his younger brother's ridiculous behavior but did not stop him.

He was eating a delicate pastry that looked out of place in the surroundings with one hand, and adding wood to the fire with the other. He did not forget to enjoy the farce happening opposite him, with a strange light in his narrow eyes.

Luo Xiaoran had a blank expression on her face, but her trembling hands still revealed her feelings.

It turns out that this has been the case since ancient times.

When order is disrupted, when civilization is destroyed, when Pandora's box is opened, the darkest things in the human heart will be like a beast breaking out of a cage and counterattacking the weaker groups.

This will be true for the future apocalypse, and it is also true for the present famine.

Women have become a resource, a tool, and a being that can be bullied at will!