Natural Disaster Strikes: I Stockpiled Billions and Carved My Way Through the Apocalypse

Mu Jiuyue was the thinnest, so she was sandwiched between Lin Zhen and Wei Lie. The three of them found a bed and squeezed together to sit on it.

Everyone around us was sitting like this.

The room was filled with a sour smell and an indescribable odor.

Fortunately, it's winter now, so the flavor is a bit mild.

Imagine what it would feel like if it were hot.

Just then, a rustling sound and a woman's muffled groan came from behind.

Lin Zhen subconsciously turned around and saw a man covered in foul odors pressing down on a woman, about to commit a heinous act in broad daylight.

Lin Zhen instinctively wanted to make a move, but unsurprisingly, he was suppressed by Wei Lie and Mu Jiuyue working together.

The woman's expression was unreadable, but she did not resist violently, letting the man do as he pleased.

After finishing his business, the man left behind half a vegetable pancake, picked up his pants, and walked away, completely satisfied.

The woman picked up the pancake and wolfed it down.

No one around them gave it a second glance.

Clearly, this kind of thing is nothing new.

This scene had a significant impact on Lin Zhen; his lips trembled several times, but he ultimately remained silent.

At this moment, someone sneaked in from outside and immediately spotted that Mu Jiuyue and the other two were unfamiliar faces.

This person quietly approached and said to Mu Jiuyue and the other two, "Do you want to be well-fed and clothed? Do you want to live a life of luxury?"

Lin Zhen asked curiously, "Who doesn't want to have enough to eat and wear? But I have no money!"

"What's the use of money these days? You can't even use it to wipe your backside." The man lowered his voice, becoming increasingly mysterious. "Let me tell you, there's a great place where you can not only eat and dress well, but also have people who can lead us to a better life. Want to come?"

Lin Zhen immediately turned to look at Mu Jiuyue.

Mu Jiuyue nodded silently.

Lin Zhen then asked, "When are we going?"

"Let's go." The man said, pulled his clothes tighter, and squeezed out with his head bowed.

"Follow me." Mu Jiuyue took the lead and walked out, with Lin Zhen and Wei Lie following closely behind.

After leaving the shelter, the man walked and stopped intermittently, stamping his feet and breathing out warm air in the cold wind, and mumbled, "You three are lucky to have met our leader. No one else has the fortune to receive his guidance."

"Master?"

"Yes, we are from the Qinghua Sect." After wandering around for a while, the man led three people to a very inconspicuous little building.

He knocked three times, and someone immediately opened the door. The person looked at Mu Jiuyue and her two companions with the same eye one would use to appraise goods, then winked and smiled at the man: "Oh, you've brought three this time. Have you met your quota for this month?"

The man's eyes were also smiling as he vaguely replied, "More or less."

Lin Zhen had already sensed that something was wrong.

He paused, then asked casually, "How many people are there in the Qinghua Sect?"

"Not many, just a few dozen. The rest are peripheral personnel, not qualified to be here." The other party's attitude suddenly became arrogant, unlike before when they were so enthusiastic. They even pushed Wei Lie: "Hurry up and leave, don't dawdle."

Wei Lie was pushed and stumbled.

But his acting was superb; he muttered angrily, "What are you doing? Let's go, don't hit me!"

He perfectly embodies the image of a man with a volatile temper.

The other person grinned, looking at him like he was looking at a dead man, and strode inside.

After walking a few steps, Mu Jiuyue and the other two felt the chill on their bodies gradually dissipate. After walking a few more steps, they even felt warm all over.

At this time, having enough heat to keep warm can indeed help rally a team.

After turning a corner, we entered a large hall.

A brazier was burning in the hall, making it very warm.

A group of people were kneeling on the ground, worshipping a man sitting on a sofa in the center.

"May the Lord live a long and prosperous life!"

The person who brought Mu Jiuyue also knelt down to one side, devoutly chanting slogans.

Only Mu Jiuyue and two others remained standing in the same spot, appearing so out of place.

The man sitting on the sofa's eyes lit up when he saw Mu Jiuyue and the other two, and he said, "Kui Shi, is this the new member you invited?"

Kui Shiyi replied respectfully and devoutly, "It is the leader. The three of them have long admired our Qinghua Sect, so I brought them here."

The cult leader immediately beamed with joy: "Well done, reward me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, someone came over carrying a five-pound bag of flour and threw it in front of Kui Shi.

Kui Shi happily accepted the bag, kowtowed repeatedly to the cult leader, and went downstairs in high spirits.

Lin Zhen's palms clenched instantly!

The flour sack was clearly printed with the words "For the exclusive use of the xxx Military Sub-district".

These are the life-saving supplies he had sent out!

How would it appear here?

The next second, someone carried over a large pot, poured in water, threw in a few bones, and looked like they were going to make a meat soup.

The group of people who had just been kneeling now stared at the large pot like hungry wolves, eagerly awaiting their share of the meat soup.

The cult leader chuckled and said to Mu Jiuyue and the other two, "Although you are newcomers, now that you have joined our Qinghua Cult, you are our brothers. We have always shared everything, from meat to happiness! Here, give each of them a bowl of meat soup!"

As soon as he finished speaking, someone ladled three bowls of meat soup from the pot and brought them over.

Just as Lin Zhen was about to reach out to take it, Mu Jiuyue tilted her head and whispered quickly in his ear, "Look carefully, what's cooking in the pot?"

Lin Zhen was tall and had excellent eyesight, so he spotted it immediately...

"Ugh!" Lin Zhen couldn't hold it in and turned around to dry heave!

Others might not know, but how could he, a soldier for many years, not know?

What was being simmered in the pot was, in fact, a human skeleton.

Wei Lie wasn't much better off; he squatted on the ground next to Lin Zhen and vomited violently.

Seeing their behavior, the leader's smile faded slightly: "Gentlemen, are you disrespecting me? This bowl of meat soup is a pledge of allegiance. Drink it, and you'll be one of us."

Mu Jiuyue's lips curled into a smile: "Then let's not be on the same side. We have different paths, so farewell!"

Mu Jiuyue pulled Lin Zhen and Wei Lie to leave, but after taking only two steps, they heard the sound of a bolt being pulled.

Looking up, they saw the dark muzzle of a gun pointed directly at the three of them.

"These three are really asking for trouble! Take them away!" the cult leader said sinisterly. "Since they're so ungrateful, we'll pick one of them to cook tomorrow."

Wei Lie wiped his mouth and looked at the cult leader with icy eyes: "You really have a lot of nerve, openly eating people not far from the shelter!"

The cult leader laughed disdainfully: "Those above are too busy taking care of themselves to care about me. Once you're on my territory, you either become my subjects or my food! There's no third option!"