Quick Transmigration Hoarding: My Selfishness Leads to a Killing Frenzy

Qingmo arrived at the square in the center of the village, a large open space, which is usually used by the village for holding large meetings and drying rice.

Take out a chair and sit down. In front of you is a table with a plate of fruit and a cup of milk tea. Then take out a large speaker and connect it to the sound system.

"Hey Hey hey!"

I tested the sound effects, and they were great—deafeningly loud; she herself almost went deaf.

Wow, this sound quality is amazing! It even made me a little uneasy. I took out a talisman to seal my ears, recorded a message, and put it on repeat.

"Listen up, everyone in the village! Assemble in the village square. I'll be waiting for you here in half an hour. If you don't come, I'll come and get you one by one. Don't try to escape; you can't. You'll all die, hehehe..."

Don't say she didn't give them a chance. If they were grouped together, at least they would have a chance to fight to the death. If she were to go to each house one by one, wouldn't that be like delivering vegetables to someone else?

Okay! After saying all that, she admitted that she just didn't want to go to each store one by one; it was too much trouble.

Actually, she could have directly refined it using an array, but that would have been too boring. She had to at least make an appearance, so that no one could die with their eyes wide open in dismay.

When the villagers heard the sound coming from the loudspeaker, they didn't know what was going on. They were just confused and few people took it seriously.

However, most of the people who had nothing to do went to the center of the village to see what was going on.

Unlike the others, Zhang Jiajia immediately sensed that something was wrong; she instinctively felt that what Qingmo said was true.

Ignoring everyone else, he quickly packed his belongings in his room and prepared to run away.

Unfortunately, when she reached the village entrance, she couldn't get out no matter what she did. It was as if there was an invisible barrier separating the entire village, and no matter which direction she went, she couldn't get out.

Just like Qingmo said, no one can escape it.

Zhang Jiajia panicked and quickly told the other villagers the news. At first, they thought she was joking, but after trying and finding that they really couldn't get out, they realized that something was wrong.

Call the police? Sorry, the signal is blocked.

Everyone headed towards the village center, carrying a variety of weapons, including their own kitchen knives, wood-chopping knives, sticks, bows and arrows, machetes, and benches. The village chief even brought out an old-fashioned hunting rifle.

This village is quite united. When Qingmo's loudspeaker failed, everyone responded to the village chief's call to action.

Qingmo sat there waiting for them to arrive, spitting watermelon seeds all over the ground.

The procession was long and impressive, including men, women, young and old. Even an eighty-year-old man was helped along, as older people tend to be more superstitious and know a little about such supernatural matters.

The square was surrounded by circles of people, all staring blankly at Qingmo, their expressions blank, as they were unaware of what was about to happen.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, Qingmo turned off the speaker to restore her hearing, since a silent world is quite unsettling.

At this moment, the village chief spoke first: "Young lady, are you the one who dared to say we should die? What do you want to do?"

Qingmo chuckled and said, "Hehe, what do I want to do? Isn't that what you want to do? Don't you recognize me? A month ago, Village Chief, you saw me enter the village with your own eyes."

The village chief naturally knew that Qingmo was the wife brought back by the Zhang family, and he also knew what they had done, since that was how it was in their entire village.

Their village favored sons over daughters; if a family had a daughter, she was either thrown into the mountains or drowned.

Over time, fewer and fewer girls appeared in the village. Without girls, men couldn't find wives, and without wives, they couldn't continue the family line, creating a vicious cycle.

They could only bring wives from outside the village, but their village was too poor and didn't respect women, so there weren't many good families willing to marry their daughters into the village.

The number of bachelors in the village was increasing until someone bought a wife from outside. Once the door was opened, it couldn't be closed.

As more and more people bring wives back from outside, it has become a common custom in their village. Whether by deception or abduction, once a woman enters their village, she can never leave this mountain.

They didn't think they had done anything wrong. Every year, the girls thrown into the back mountain and the remains of disobedient women formed a mass grave, yet they still lived well.

The village chief pointed his gun at Qingmo and said disdainfully, "Girl, I advise you to obediently go back to the Zhang family. Our village isn't a place where just anyone can run wild."

As she spoke, she gestured behind her, and several tall men came out to make their move. The men leered at Qingmo and prepared to grab her.

Qingmo glanced at everyone and sneered, "Heh, karma is a cycle, retribution is inevitable. If Heaven won't take you away, I will. Hehehe, the wicked will be punished by the wicked."

The villagers burst into laughter upon hearing this, and the village chief scoffed, "What abilities could a little girl like you possibly have?"

Qingmo did not respond, but instead gently raised her hand, her sword flashing rapidly. She stabbed several men who came forward with a few strokes, but she did not hit any vital organs. Ending them with one strike would be too easy for them.

Sensing something was wrong, the village chief didn't hesitate and fired a shot at Qingmo. Qingmo didn't dodge; the bullet couldn't penetrate her defensive talisman and fell to the ground as if it had encountered an obstacle.

The village chief, refusing to believe it, fired several more shots, only to hear the crisp sound of bullets falling to the ground.

"She's a ghost, she's not human, she's a ghost."

Someone in the crowd shouted, "This scene is too shocking! Even bullets can't penetrate her. What else could she be but a ghost?"

The village chief was also terrified; he had never encountered anything like this before. However, no matter what, this girl was clearly up to no good and wouldn't let them go.

"Don't be afraid, everyone. Whether she's a human or a ghost, she's just a person. With so many of us, why should we be afraid of her? Let's attack together and kill her."

The village chief had a knack for rallying the people. The villagers thought it made sense, and with so many people emboldening them, they grabbed their weapons and charged forward.

It's ridiculous. They can't even get through with bullets, yet their broken knives can't even produce a spark.

These people can't even get close to Qingmo. She cuts them down one by one. She's a pure tank with no defense. Tell me, how are you going to beat her?

As villagers fell one by one, fear gripped everyone. They stopped rushing forward and hesitated, no one wanting to get stabbed.

This woman is strange; she's definitely not an ordinary person. That's what everyone was thinking.

The village chief knelt down with a thud, pleading, "Great Immortal, Great Immortal, spare our lives! We will never dare to do it again, please forgive us!"

With the village chief leading the way, everyone knew they were no match for him and knelt on the ground begging for mercy, but Qingmo remained unmoved.

Her indifferent gaze swept over the elderly, children, and women present. Perhaps some of them were innocent, but how innocent were those girls who had been abducted?

If they hadn't been so united, if someone had gone out to report them, or if they had helped the girls escape, this village wouldn't have existed for so long.

Evil people are not limited by age or gender.