Quick Transmigration Hoarding: My Selfishness Leads to a Killing Frenzy

Their family then broke away from the middle of the group, though they didn't walk very fast.

But it still feels more comfortable; I can set off whenever I want and rest whenever I want.

The two daughters-in-law had some objections, since their families were all in the village, but they were honest and law-abiding people and dared not talk back to their wicked mother-in-law.

When she stopped to rest, Qingmo would take all the water bags and pretend to go looking for water. Then she would find a place, secretly go to her space to eat and drink her fill, lie down for a while, and then fill up her water bags and go back.

The people took the water bags but dared not make a sound.

"Mom, where did you find it?" Da Sen asked in a low voice.

She slapped Da Sen on the back of the head and realized that her eldest son was very talkative. Why did everyone else not ask him anything, but he was the only one who made a fuss?

"You talk too much, you talk too much. How come your younger brother and the others don't talk as much as you?" *Slap slap slap*

Omori felt wronged, but he didn't say anything.

"Grandma, don't hit Daddy anymore, Grandma, Daddy will listen to me," Xiao Chunhua almost cried.

Qingmo: "Oh my, look how sweet my daughter is! Look how happy Dazhu is over there."

Da Sen looked over and, sure enough, Da Zhu Zi was grinning with his big teeth showing. That brat, he'd better wait.

Big pillar...

As darkness fell, the family finally found a place to stop and rest.

The entire Liang family sat together, munching on flatbreads. Eating flatbreads made them thirsty, but it still saved them some water compared to cooking.

At night, the three brothers would take turns keeping watch. The surrounding area was full of refugees, and it was hard to say what might happen.

They all slept outside, except for Qingmo and a few children who slept inside the carriage.

Night, silent.

After everyone had fallen into a deep sleep, five or six furtive figures got up from the ground and crept over to Qingmo and the others, eyeing the luggage on the mule cart and the handcart.

In the darkness, their greedy gazes were laid bare.

"Monkey, is there only three men in that family? There can't be any really powerful figures here."

A lewd-looking man whispered, his eyes practically brimming with greed.

After saying that, the group sneaked over.

Dalin leaned against the big tree, sensing someone approaching.

"Mother, eldest brother, second brother, get up quickly, someone's here."

Upon hearing this, everyone quickly got up. Qingmo also heard it and came out with her sword.

Seeing that they had been exposed, the six men immediately prepared to attack, swinging their fists at the brothers. Both sides were about to unleash their full power.

Qingmo walked up from behind and stabbed one of them to death with a single sword strike.

"Knife, boss, there's a knife."

Upon hearing this, the group huddled together and saw that Mo was an old woman holding a sword. They prepared to attack her first.

Qingmo smiled, giving off an old witch vibe. She walked over and finished them off with a sword. They were all little karami now, hehe.

Everyone was speechless.

After Qingmo easily dealt with these people, she clapped her hands. The rest of the Liang family were still in shock.

"Mother, when did you become so amazing?" Dalin asked, his eyes wide.

Qingmo raised an eyebrow. "Do you think I'm only good at washing clothes and cooking all my life? The world is in chaos, how can I protect you without some skills?"

Everyone nodded in agreement, their eyes filled with admiration as they looked at Qingmo.

"What are you looking at, Omori? Go loot the corpse, tidy up, and go back to sleep."

He glanced around, and the surrounding refugees quickly lay down to continue sleeping; this was a ruthless person, not to be trifled with.

"Mom, you're so amazing!" Da Hua exclaimed with admiration.

My sons' eyes were sparkling. Hehe, they're tired, time to sleep.

The next day, after waking up, I cooked some porridge, ate it, and continued on my way. Every day, Qingmo would pretend to go find water and come back.

Although everyone was puzzled as to how the hell they managed to find it, they dared not ask, for they dared not challenge the authority of the patriarch.

"Mom, you're so amazing! We want to learn too."

The sons all believed that their mother must be a reclusive heroine who married their father under an assumed name. This was the conclusion they reached after discussing it for half the night.

Qingmo glanced at them with a half-smile, and thought, "Heh, they have potential."

"You guys are going to train this hard too? Okay, but Da Mu, you can't, you're not married yet." A slight smile played on his lips.

Da Mu looked frustrated. Could it be that his two older brothers were okay, but he wasn't? What did that have to do with marriage?

Da Mu: "Mother, why can't we get married?"

Qingmo: "Because you don't have a son, but your older brother and his family do, so they can train with him."

Da Sen: "Really, Mom? Then teach us quickly, so that we can protect you when we've mastered it."

Dalin: "Yes, yes, Big Brother is right."

Qingmo handed the sword to Dasen. "Son, come on. Just one cut. To practice this technique, you must first castrate yourself. Do you know what castration is? It's like slapping a pig. You two have both carried on the family line, so it's fine."

"No, Mom, we're not practicing anymore." Omori said.

Crazy Erkang's Hand jpj, help! He still has a wife. It's better not to practice this skill. He should just be a useless person and let his mother protect him.

"hhhhh~"

These little brats want to learn her skills? Dream on! If they were all that powerful, what would she do?

Passing through a city, they found it surrounded by refugees who needed to go inside to replenish their supplies.

She told the others to keep going and find a place to hide and wait for her. These useless guys might get robbed if she wasn't there.

Qingmo drove the mule cart and went to the city for a short trip, buying some oil, salt, and other consumables. She only took out the grain from her spatial storage after leaving the city.

However, a dozen or so vagrants surrounded her, trying to rob her, and the surrounding vagrants were also eager to join in.

Qingmo raised an eyebrow, her face showing no fear. "Oh, a bunch of grown men, bullying an old woman like me?"

The leader burst into laughter, "Old woman, seeing that you're driving a mule cart, you must have some money and grain. If you know what's good for you, hand it over."

Qingmo sneered, and a sword appeared in her hand without her noticing.

"Then let's see if you have the ability to take it."

As he spoke, he flicked his wrist, and the sword, like a nimble snake, stabbed towards the leading man.

The man didn't expect Qingmo to dare to resist. He couldn't dodge in time and was stabbed squarely. He died without uttering a sound.

Upon seeing this, the others rushed forward.

Qingmo's figure flashed and disappeared from the spot in an instant. The next second, she appeared behind a person and kicked him away.

The refugees nearby were so frightened by Qingmo's power that they dared not move.

The robbers, unwilling to give up, attacked again.

Qingmo wielded her sword with impenetrable speed, each strike taking a life.

Before long, their bodies lay scattered on the ground.

Qingmo clapped her hands, calmly drove the mule cart away, heading towards where her sons were hiding.

When the sons saw Qingmo return safely, they cheered with joy and admired their mother even more.

Some people dragged away several corpses; the people were starving and desperate to survive, so they would eat anything.