Quick Transmigration Hoarding: My Selfishness Leads to a Killing Frenzy

I've been fleeing famine for over a month now, and all I see on the road are other refugees.

"Mother, Mother, come here quickly."

Qingmo was resting against a big tree in the morning when she saw her little daughter helping someone back.

She didn't move, and her brothers went to help her up.

"Where did he come from? Why did you bring him back?" Qingmo glanced at him; the man had been stabbed in the shoulder.

"I...I saw he was injured and helped him back." Da Hua lowered her head, twisting the hem of her clothes with her hands.

Qingmo: "Oh, really? And then? Let's leave it here. Dasen, hitch up the car, and set off once you've rested."

Da Hua: "Mother, aren't we going to save him? He might die if we leave him here."

Qingmo: "So you're the one who hurt him? How are you going to save him? There are so many refugees on the road, why didn't you help them? If you have shit for brains, you should stay and keep him company."

Upon hearing this, Da Hua's eyes welled up with tears.

Da Sen, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but speak up: "Mother, my little sister meant well. Although we are also struggling, we still have some herbs. It would be good to apply them to his wounds."

Qingmo snorted coldly: "Heh, it seems you've all eaten too much and have the leisure to meddle in other people's business. Then you can all stay and keep him company."

Qingmo turned around, drove the mule cart away, and when everyone saw that their mother was angry, they quickly packed their things and chased after her.

In the end, despite Da Hua looking back every few steps, they still abandoned the man.

Da Hua was sullen the whole way, which made her feel that her mother was a bit cold-hearted.

Judging from the man's clothes, he was clearly different from the others, so he must have fallen on hard times. What if he would repay her in the future?

Qingmo chuckled and said, "Don't just pick up any man on the street, especially a good-looking one. Da Hua only cares about looks; she doesn't even know what she's capable of."

They ate her food and drank her water, and even showed their saintly compassion by saving people. But they were too full, so we really shouldn't be too nice to them.

In the days that followed, Qingmo stopped looking for water and let them find it themselves; if they couldn't find it, they could just go thirsty.

The more people walked along the road, the more ragged their clothes became, their hair disheveled and their faces dirty. They were all thin and bony, and some of them had bloodshot eyes that looked at people with a sinister gaze, as if they were looking at a delicious meal.

Around noon, everyone found a place to rest and eat.

I don't know why, but it seems unusually hot today, much hotter than usual.

"Milk, water," Xia Hua wobbled over.

Xia Hua was the prettiest of the children. She was three years old and walked with a bouncy gait. She was adorable but not very bright, and she was always dirty.

"Sweetie, drink it yourself." He patted Xia Hua's head, which was covered in oil.

this...

"Little Xia Hua, are you hot? How about Grandma cuts your hair? I'll give you a pretty haircut and then you can have some candy."

Such a cute child, it would be a shame not to shave his head.

Without waiting for Xia Hua's reply, Qing Mo took out a razor and quickly shaved Xia Hua's head.

Touching her smooth head, the feel of it was simply wonderful. I popped a candy into Xia Hua's mouth and let her play.

Xia Hua ran away crying. Her grandmother had shaved her head, but she didn't dare to cry. She held back her tears and ran back to find her mother.

He could see clearly and laughed heartily.

However, Da Zhuzi and Er Zhuzi, seeing that Xiao Xia Hua got candy after getting a haircut, quickly ran over and wanted to get one too.

Finally, with two little braised eggs on his head, he left while eating sweet candy.

Xiao Chunhua looked on with envy, but she didn't want to get a haircut.

Xiao Chunhua didn't get a haircut, but she still got one; otherwise, people would say she was being biased.

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They traveled for another ten days or so.

"Help! Bandits are coming!!"

"Aaaaaah!!"

"Run! Run!!!"

A large group of people ran backwards, and the crowd was in chaos. Women and young women were so frightened that they screamed, and children were crying loudly.

A group of over a hundred bandits surrounded everyone.

"Brothers, charge! Kill the men, and take the women and children back to the village! Charge!"

The bandits charged into the crowd and slashed at anyone they saw. Some men were so frightened that their bodies stiffened, their thighs trembled, and some even wet their pants in fear.

"Mother, what should we do, what should we do?"

The brothers, including Omori, stood in front of them, shielding the others behind them, but they were also terrified.

No one dared to make a move and all stood still, because it seemed they had nowhere to escape, with bandits rushing towards them from all sides.

Qingmo went back to the mule cart and pretended to take out a submachine gun, attached a silencer, and told Dasen and the others to stay in the mule cart.

Without saying much, he grabbed his submachine gun and rushed out, taking down one kid with each shot. Those people didn't know what kind of hidden weapon it was, and a large number of people fell down in an instant.

They saw an old woman holding a strange-looking black object and pointing it at them. They slashed at her with their knives, but before she could even get close, she fell to the ground.

Submachine guns are really awesome! Qingmo just kept firing away, and nobody could get close.

The bandits realized what was happening and turned to run away.

Qingmo didn't chase after them when they ran far away from the firing range. There were fifty or sixty corpses lying on the ground, and thirty or forty of them had run away.

He blew on her gun with a cool gesture, struck a pose, and was completely satisfied.

Those who survived were all overjoyed and cried out in relief, and some even came to thank Qingmo.

Qingmo: "Let's all leave quickly. These might not be all the bandits; what if there are more?"

More would just die anyway, so if there are too many of them, just throw grenades, hehe.

Upon hearing this, everyone quickly packed their things and left.

"Mom, what is this?"

Qingmo looked at him coolly: "Dasen, I think you talk too much nonsense. Why don't you learn the family's martial arts skills instead?"

"No, no, no, Mother, I don't want to know anymore."

Da Sen scratched his head, not daring to say another word.

"Feel the corpse to see if there's anything valuable."

They only checked if people had money, so the refugees were stripped down to their underwear.

Qingmo led everyone to speed up their journey, and they were safe and sound along the way.

Qingmo sat in the mule cart, and the four children looked at her with admiration. Grandma was so amazing; she had chased away the bad guys.

Qingmo fed each of them a piece of fruit candy. The three bald heads still felt quite nice to touch.

Chunhua: So, I'm the one who doesn't fit in?

I also saw people grilling meat on the road. It goes without saying what kind of meat it was. Those people were eating with great enjoyment, and after they finished, they looked at the people around them with greedy eyes.

Qingmo frowned. As long as they didn't bother her, what they ate was none of her business.

Such is human nature; mind your own business. Survival of the fittest.

Don't try to be a saint; you can save others for a while, but not forever.

No one can define good and evil.

If it were Qingmo, she would have nothing, and if she were starving, she wouldn't even be able to guarantee that she would eat.

After all, being alive is more important than anything else, isn't it?