Quick Transmigration: Refusing to Be a Victim's Child

Grandma Shao was both anxious and angry. She couldn't reason with these bandits, so she simply closed the bedroom door tightly and pulled out a piece of steel bar that she had prepared beforehand from next to the shoe cabinet.

"Have you no shame? Why should you use my things? And pay me? Bah, those scraps of paper are too hard to even wipe my butt with."

Grandma Shao, her old bones taut, gripped the steel bars with both hands and slammed them hard against the door, making a loud bang.

She roared:

“If any of you dare to come in, this old woman will risk her life to drag you all down to hell with her.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the corridor outside immediately fell silent.

But then, a deafening burst of laughter erupted outside, and then someone began banging on the door even more recklessly.

"Bang bang bang!"

More and more debris fell around the door frame, and the gaps began to widen.

Grandma Shao was panting heavily when she saw the iron gate crash down in front of her. Just as she was about to raise her hand to knock on the burly men who had barged in, a thick, bright green vine appeared behind her and lashed out at the men.

"Bam—"

Before the tall, burly men could even see what was happening, they were instantly sent flying out of the door, crashing into the opposite wall, then rolling down to the ground, spitting blood.

"what!!!"

Seeing the miserable state of these men, the others in the corridor retreated several meters. Before they could leave, countless emerald green vines scrambled out of the house, binding them like earthworms and piling them on the ground, whipping them relentlessly.

In an instant, the corridor was filled with screams of agony, the sounds of which could be heard several buildings away.

"Sweetie, are you alright?!"

Inside the house, Grandma Shao happily threw away the steel rod, squatted down in front of her eldest grandson, pressed her cheek against the child's forehead, and found that the fever had really subsided. Only then did she have time to look at the things in the child's hands.

"Shen Shen, is this the superpower you told Grandma about?"

Grandma Shao tentatively touched the handful of cowpeas that her eldest grandson was holding.

The vegetables, which were originally in the same shape in the eldest grandson's hands, became longer and longer as they extended outwards. If it weren't for the fact that the color hadn't changed, Grandma Shao would have thought that the weapons binding those people were some kind of iron chains.

but,

"Didn't you tell Grandma that your special ability is lightning? This doesn't seem like it at all. Could something be wrong?"

Grandma Shao nervously touched the child's chest and back, but didn't notice anything unusual.

Shao Linshen didn't stop her. After the old lady finished her check and found nothing wrong, he smugly wiped his nose, chuckled, and pulled the old lady to the group of trash.

He raised his left index finger and pointed it at the people. A purple electric current shot through them instantly, giving them all an afro.

"Wow, this current is pretty strong."

Grandma Shao was so frightened that she hugged her grandson and backed away repeatedly, afraid that she would also shock the child.

"Grandma, don't worry, I have control over the electricity, it won't hurt us."

Shaolin's chubby little face was full of pride, and he childishly showed off a set of supernatural attacks to the old lady.

All that could be seen were those men, their heads steaming and their mouths foul, who, with a light touch of Shao Linshen's finger, began to sing a tuneless opera song.

After tormenting them for a long time, seeing that the faces of the group of people on the ground had turned a shade darker, Shao Linshen withdrew his supernatural power amidst the fearful gazes of the crowd.

"Cough cough, spare...spare me!"

"Grandma, please save us."

The leading men were quite shrewd; they knew who to beg for mercy from, so they quickly crawled to Grandma Shao's side and pleaded incessantly:

"Grandma, we were just... truly desperate for food, and lost our minds when we caused you trouble. We won't do it again next time, please ask this little tyrant to forgive us!"

The burly men who had been so arrogant just moments before were now covered in smoke, trembling and kowtowing repeatedly to the old woman, looking utterly pitiful.

Grandma Shao snorted, not buying their act.

If it weren't for his own grandson's ability, he would be kneeling on the ground begging for mercy right now.

Seeing that the old lady was not soft-hearted, Shao Linshen smiled and happily raised his hand to give everyone another lash with his whip.

Then, with a frown and full of disdain, she said:

"Who are your ancestors? I don't have any descendants as old as you. Call me boss, or I'll continue to deal with you."

"Yes, yes, you are our boss."

A group of burly men were beaten into submission, and Shao Linshen now did whatever he said.

Shao Lin gave a satisfied hum, looking at the people lying all over the corridor. He knew that this heavy rain would end in two days, and then the zombie outbreak would begin.

Taking advantage of his free time these past two days, Shao Linshen decided to earn some extra money by clearing out a wave of zombies for the nearby residents, and also give these trash a place to shine.

"Little ancestor, no, I mean boss, it's raining outside and we can't go out. Even if we wanted to go kill zombies for you, there's nothing we could do."

Some people peered fearfully through the window at the occasional zombie floating in the water, struggling to climb the wall, and their legs went weak, almost causing them to fall.

Despite their imposing physiques, these men were timid and hesitant when faced with zombies, making up a whole host of excuses.

"You don't need to worry about that, I have a way."

Without wasting words, Shao Linshen directly activated his spiritual power, turning the cowpeas into long ropes that connected several nearby buildings. He then tied each person up tightly with the "ropes" and hoisted them across.

Once Pangu Banner discovered which house had people who had mutated into zombies, he gave each person a steel rod to loosen their muscles.

"Ahua, I'm giving you a task: keep a close eye on them. If anyone misbehaves, yell at them a couple of times, and I'll make sure they know why the flowers are so red."

Shao Lin patted the dog, which was now as tall as him, stuffed a large piece of beef jerky into its mouth, patted the dog's back and told it to keep watch, while he himself sat on the balcony, leisurely "fishing" with a cowpea rope.

"God, when will this end? If we had known this little rascal was so troublesome, we shouldn't have tried to break down that door in the first place."

The group of burly men were on the verge of tears. They wanted to fight back but were no match for the brat. Occasionally, someone would try to escape, but they were used as a "chicken" to be slaughtered and displayed to everyone...

"My dear grandson, stop playing and come in to eat. Grandma made your favorite sweet and sour pork, garlic ribs, salted egg baked pumpkin, and fresh meat wontons."

As darkness fell, Grandma Shao's voice faintly drifted from inside the house, almost making the group of grown men burst into tears of joy.

On the balcony, upon hearing this, Shao Linshen lifted his little bottom, jumped off the stool, and at the same time pulled the "fishing line" in his hand, stabbing several zombies hanging on the fishhook to death.

Only then did he take pity on them and wave his hand, allowing those who were killing zombies in the nearby buildings to go back to their rooms and rest.

After a day of cleaning, quite a few rooms were vacant, and now no one would covet the Shao family's small one-bedroom apartment anymore.

As for the food and supplies collected after killing zombies, they were naturally handed over to Grandma Shao for safekeeping, since it was Shao Linshen who had put in the most effort.

However, anyone who wants to eat can come and exchange for food. You can exchange one or two ounces of rice for every zombie you kill. As much as you want to eat, you just need to work harder.

"Oh, I'm so kind."

Shao Linshen, with his hands behind his back, sighed repeatedly.