Quick Wear: Let go of the desire to help others and respect the burial of the insane.

"Host, what do you mean?"

"Fortunately, the host's family had completed the necessary procedures when they went to the United States for tourism, otherwise I might have had to ask Mazu if I could sneak over there."

A week later.

Ning Jun went to a nearby small restaurant for a meal.

The small shop is run by a husband and wife team, both unassuming business owners. There's an old-fashioned television set in the center of the restaurant.

The news channel at 7:30 pm reported on a fire that was taking place at a well-known laboratory in a certain country.

The fire raged fiercely, even turning half the sky red, but the cause of the fire was unknown, though it was said to be an explosion.

The lab was reportedly embroiled in a scandal involving the theft of samples by a temporary worker.

But before the investigation could continue, the entire laboratory was blown into the air by an explosion.

Rumors suggest that the lab's owner is a well-known major investor.

The goal is to develop a drug that can grant immortality and rejuvenate the body.

The person involved neither confirmed nor denied the rumor.

And it was stated that all of this was slander against him, slander!

He never funded any research institutes of this kind.

In the section about people's livelihood, there was a report about a retired director from a certain country who decided to make a comeback and spend 300 million US dollars to make a zombie survival blockbuster.

Visually, it will employ cutting-edge technology. Emotionally, it will stitch together increasingly fractured people. Let's look forward to his new work.

The Reincarnation Bead was astonished by this.

"You...you...you actually stole the virus and then blew up the research institute to bury the evidence?"

Ning Jun pondered his plan of action for a moment, and after confirming several times that he had left no trace, he said:

"Is there anything wrong with it? I'll improve it next time."

"....without"

"wrong!"

"Then don't put it in the reincarnation space! I'm not a trash can!"

"Wouldn't that make you look capable? The people here don't have the ability to handle this virus yet, so I'll leave it with you for now."

Reincarnation Bead: Right...right?

No, no.

"So what are you going to do with this meteorite carrying the virus?"

"If you allow us to take it out, then take it; I'll handle it myself. If you don't allow it, I'll give it to someone who can handle this stuff."

Ning Jun smiled, her eyes crinkling:

"...Since there is a virus, there should be test subjects."

"And this test subject suddenly exhibited an unusual physical condition, so he had to be brutally bled and skinned."

The Reincarnation Bead shivered.

"Host...you"

They truly squeezed out all their value, consuming them completely, leaving them with no way to live and no way to die.

This is the proper way to deal with such immoral scum.

Going in to work for the government and not having to think about anything else is too good for them.

"Reincarnation Bead, a bead as 'saintly' as you won't last long in the apocalypse."

Ning Jun packed up the leftover food and walked down the street.

Suddenly, the cell phone in my pocket started buzzing.

Take a closer look.

It was Grandma Chen's phone call; the call screen was filled with images of blooming flowers and wealth.

Ning Jun didn't answer immediately, but instead checked the original owner's call history with her.

Before the original owner's parents died.

Grandma Chen didn't call once; it was Zuo Qinghe who called during holidays.

Each call lasted no more than 13 seconds, and the other party always hung up.

But ever since the original owner's parents died.

Grandma Chen was incredibly proactive in making phone calls, often in the dead of night.

Every time, the questions were about the house and the inheritance. If Zuo Qinghe hung up first, Old Mrs. Chen would go around telling everyone how unfilial Zuo Qinghe was!

It was only after Zuo Qinghe's death that it was discovered that the old woman, at the instigation of Zuo Guangzong and Zuo Yaozu, had been recording every phone call, just waiting for her to give in.

Even if the apocalypse doesn't come, Old Mrs. Chen's recordings are enough to give Zuo Qinghe a hard time.

A deep sense of revulsion, disgust, and resentment welled up from within me.

She was a woman, and also Old Lady Chen's granddaughter. The original owner couldn't believe that her grandmother could go to such lengths to become Zuo Guangzong, and only wanted to completely drain her dry.

This was before the assassin even reached Zuo Mingmei's body, yet the Zuo family was already eager to step on her and rise to power.

Say nothing.

Ning Jun blocked all of Chen Laotai's and Zuo Guangzong's family's contact information in one go.

They also used some technology to turn Zuo Guangzong's entire family's mobile phone numbers into "fraudulent" numbers.

How can someone like this survive until the New Year?

He also posted a striking message on his WeChat Moments:

If someone claims to be my grandmother or uncle and asks to borrow money, please do not believe them; they are a scammer.

My parents have passed away, and shameful relatives and elders are now fighting over my family's inheritance.

Please do not trust anyone claiming to be my relative, especially my uncle, grandmother, or cousin. Also, please do not lend them money.

[The message has been delivered. If you have been scammed out of your money, it is not my responsibility. Please seek reimbursement from the scammer.]

After thinking for a moment, Ning Jun forwarded the message to the loving clan group and then forwarded it to every acquaintance she knew.

Before the apocalypse began, the male protagonist, Zuo Mingmei, borrowed the original owner's identity and borrowed a lot of money in the original owner's name.

The main reason is that if you don't pay, you'll easily lose your reputation.

As soon as the news came out.

The entire relatives' group chat exploded.

The Zuo family relatives were all present, and they never expected that the Zuo Guangzong family would fight to such an extent over their eldest brother's inheritance.

"Wow, isn't that the girl from the rice seedling family?"

"I never imagined that the Mitsuzu family would be so shameless in their fight for my eldest brother's inheritance."

"This girl is so pitiful, even her grandma doesn't care about her."

Countless calls flooded Ning Jun's phone.

Ning Jun had nothing better to do, so he answered the calls one by one.

Aunt said, "Qinghe, why can't I get through to your grandma on the phone? Do you know how hard she has worked? How can you be so unfilial?"

“As long as my uncle and grandmother stop eyeing the property left to me by my parents, I can be a dutiful child.”

"Aunt, you know how awful your family's eating habits are."

Before her aunt could finish speaking, her phone was smashed by the angry man next to her.

Zuo Yaozu's wife called.

"Sister Qinghe, how could you say that about your uncle? It wasn't easy for him to support this family..."

She even started crying as she spoke, saying, "We're still living in a rented room, and the landlord is going to raise the rent again because there are so many of us."

“Mingmei will be starting school soon, and only your area has a suitable primary school.”

Province S allocates primary schools according to regions.

There weren't any good schools near Zuo Guangzong's place, so he turned his attention to the original owner's place.

But this place where the original owner is... is the new district! Where are there any schools?

They don't even bother to draft their lies.

"Sister Qinghe, I'm begging you, could you let Grandma, Mom, Mingmei and I stay at your place?"

Wow, Ning Jun gasped in surprise. This was like cramming the whole family in to live here all at once.

Ning Jun said in a deep voice, "That's possible."

The person on the other end was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed.

"No problem, no problem, we'll be right there. You can prepare some wine and food first. Yaozu said he wants to keep that bottle of Moutai that he and your dad have been collecting for ten years."

Tsk tsk, Ning Jun sighed. It's true that this person has a thick skin; the abacus beads are practically jumping into her face.

"...Stop."

Ning Jun then changed the subject. "Now that you're here at my place, you must be paying rent, right?"

“My location is so good, it’s in a good school district, and there will be a subway line passing through it in the future.”

"The monthly rent is 10,000, no bargaining."

"If any damage occurs to the house during occupancy, such as a crack in the ceramic floor or a piece of peeling paint from the wall, the compensation will be more than ten times the original price!"