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Xingfuli Community, North District.

On the apartment building, the mottled walls are on the verge of collapse. Whenever the wind blows, you can see the faded paint mixed with bird droppings falling like dandruff, revealing the concrete walls built at the beginning of the century.

On the eaves, withered grass swayed in the wind, and under the snow cover, the dark patterns left by the rain erosion were faintly visible, like the wrinkles of an old man, densely packed together, and from a distance, they looked like the teeth of a wild beast.

The windows of the room were neatly arranged, their yellowed glass gleaming coldly in the winter sun, and the oxidized security bars gleaming with an iron sheen, like rows of pigeon coops.

Some pigeon coops were wide open, with a few short-sleeved shirts covered in bird droppings hanging there, fluttering in the cold wind like forgotten flags, waiting in vain for their owners to take them down...

Xingfuli North District is a representative of the old residential areas in the ancient university town. It is home to many elderly people, poor students who have just graduated, and migrant workers who are looking for cheap rent.

It was old and dirty, but it had never been so desolate.

It didn't snow today, and the sun was shining brightly, but it still couldn't dispel the chill in the air.

Squeak—squeak—

Downstairs, the faded corrugated steel roof shed shivered in the cold wind, like an old man in his twilight years coughing violently.

"Sigh...this world..."

A haggard middle-aged man stood at the entrance of the building, spat, and smacked his lips on the last bit of his cigarette.

"Cough cough cough... Damn, this is probably a green belt made of smoke."

His eyes turned red from the choking, and he coughed violently.

jingle--

A long, drawn-out bicycle bell rang, abruptly interrupting the man's cough.

The man suddenly looked up, a flash of terror in his eyes, and turned to run into the building entrance, shouting as he did so:

"The little devil is here to steal souls again! Everyone, lock the doors!"

"What? Those beasts are back again! It's only been a few days! Do they even want people to live?"

"Sigh, last time it was Old Sun and his gang, who will it be this time... Soul-stealing, soul-stealing, only stealing the old, turning the living into the dead."

Before he finished speaking, a dozen or so people on bicycles arrived, threw their bicycles into the bike shed, jumped off, and yanked open the unit door.

Da da da—

The faint sound of footsteps echoed in the corridor. The few remaining households were on tenterhooks, their eyes closed, silently pleading.

Soon, the last footstep landed, and everyone's heart skipped a beat, as if it had been gripped tightly by a hand.

slam-la-

The man in black at the head of the group lowered his head and flipped through the documents in his hand, seemingly looking for something.

He quickly found the page, glanced at the house number, and nodded slightly.

dong dong dong-

The knocking echoed, like the final tolling of a death knell.

"301, Liu Yaomin, is that the apartment?"

The man asked expressionlessly.

Several minutes passed without a response. The man frowned slightly and gave a cold snort.

"Old Liu, I know you're here. If you don't say anything, we'll break down the door."

"No, don't bang on the door, Nannan is still sleeping inside..."

A hoarse sigh came through the door, followed by the click of the lock and the creak of the door being pushed open.

A gaunt old man with gray hair stood behind the door, raised his cloudy eyes, and looked at the person in front of him, his wrinkles trembling slightly.

"Xiao Wang, do you have to be so ruthless? We've been neighbors for a long time. When you and your husband first came here, it was my Dingbang who helped you find jobs."

Wang Fugui's body trembled slightly, and a look of pain flashed in his eyes.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly chuckled softly:

"These past few days, who among those I've taken away wasn't one of my neighbors...?"

Wang Fugui shook his head with a wry smile, then looked at Liu Yaomin again, his expression returning to its usual cold and unapproachable state.

"Old Liu, as you know, winter is coming and we don't have enough resources here. We have no choice but to resort to this measure: to gather all the elderly people together for unified management, to save resources, and also... to ensure everyone's safety."

"Don't worry, the difficulties are only temporary. For the sake of the next generation, we'll endure the hardship; it just means eating less. Chairman Xu and the others have already gone out to find resources, and they'll be here soon..."

Before he could finish speaking, a sharp, angry shout rang out.

"You're lying!"

The little girl stood at the door, her face flushed, her clothes layered upon layered, making her look like a chubby pillow.

"Lingling, why are you out here!"

Liu Yaomin was horrified and tried to push her back into the room.

But that petite body unleashed astonishing power, standing firmly at the doorway, looking at Wang Fugui and the others with eyes full of anger and resentment.

"You're all bad people! I heard from Aunt Zhang and the others that the grandparents you took away will never come back!"

As she spoke, she looked at her grandfather, her lips trembled, and tears welled up in her eyes:

"Grandpa, Grandpa, please don't go with them, okay? I'm scared to be alone."

"well."

Liu Yaomin sobbed uncontrollably, looking at Wang Fugui with pleading eyes:

"Fugui, doesn't your wife love my Lingling the most? For Lingling's sake, please let me off this time. I don't eat much. From now on, I'll only take Lingling's food rations. Please."

"The bigger picture is what matters, Old Liu, don't make things difficult for me."

Seeing his businesslike expression, Liu Yaomin trembled with anger:

"The greater good is paramount. My entire family died because of those four words, and now they want me to die too... Waaah, I'd rather die than lose my daughter!"

"Grandpa, don't cry, Grandpa, don't cry."

Read Chapter 158 now, where all people suffer and no gods or Buddhas are seen, to begin today's exciting chapter.

Liu Lingling hurriedly wiped the tears from his face, twisting her body to stand between Wang Fugui and her grandfather.

"You bunch of bad people! I saw it all! You never arrest the people who live in the big houses, so why are you only arresting my grandfather!"

Wang Fugui was speechless for a moment, a cold glint flashing in his eyes:

"What do kids know? Get out of here!"

He shoved Liu Lingling aside and gave orders to the people behind him:

"Go! Do it! Carry him away... Ah! Let go!"

He roared and looked down at Liu Lingling, who was biting his hand.

"Replenish it!"

Liu Lingling growled like a crazed little beast, biting even harder.

"You son of a bitch!"

A struggle flashed in Wang Fugui's eyes as he suddenly thought of the mother and daughter who were still at home waiting for him to bring back the resources.

"sorry……"

He sighed softly, drew his sword from its sheath, and slammed it down at Liu Lingling.

Wang Fugui intended to knock Liu Lingling unconscious, but unexpectedly, seeing him about to make a move, Liu Yaomin rushed forward like a madman.

The old man, half-buried in the ground, somehow found the strength to pounce on Wang Fugui, who was in the ninth rank.

boom--

The man fell to the ground, and Wang Fugui was stunned for a moment before he was caught off guard.

And in that very instant, tragedy struck.

"Protect the captain!"

Hearing the scream behind him, Wang Fugui snapped back to reality and hurriedly tried to stop him.

"Don't move, damn it! If I can't subdue an old man, are you guys crazy for credit?!"

But it was too late.

call out!

With a whooshing sound, the old man on top of her froze, a hoarse moan escaping his throat like a blower.

Tick-tick-tick-

Blood dripped onto his face, and Wang Fugui was stunned.

"grandfather!"

A heart-wrenching scream rang out.

Wang Fugui looked at Liu Lingling, who was lying on the old man's body and crying. He opened his mouth several times, but his throat seemed to be choked with phlegm and he could not make a sound.

"Bad people, bad people! I'll kill you all!"

Liu Lingling roared, picked up the knife that Wang Fugui had dropped on the ground, and charged straight at him.

"don't want!"

Wang Fugui cried out in alarm and hurriedly stepped in front of the knife.

He didn't want to stop Liu Lingling; he just wanted to stop the group of madmen behind him who were willing to kill for credit.

But it was too late.

The long-planned arrow shot through the air, slicing through his face and heading straight for Liu Lingling.

At such close range, even a ninth-order archer couldn't dodge a shot, let alone a little girl.

A wave of helplessness washed over him, and Wang Fugui closed his eyes in anguish.

hiss hiss hiss—

The world fell silent, with only the faint sound of flesh being torn apart echoing.

But it's not in front.

Wang Fugui suddenly opened his eyes.

From the void, countless invisible threads stretched out, pinning the arrow firmly in place.

A young man dressed in a white and gold robe appeared, took the long sword from Liu Lingling's hand, patted her head, and sighed.

"We're still a step too late..."

Snapped--

The arrow, which had been suspended in mid-air, suddenly shattered into tiny fragments the size of rice grains, which fell to the ground.

Wang Fugui's body trembled, and his face turned pale as he smelled the blood behind him.

"Soul-stealing, soul-stealing! Today, finally someone has come to steal my soul."

Hearing the footsteps getting closer behind him, he shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Brother Yun, what should we do with this guy?"

Upon hearing Kong Changhao's question, Xiao Yun slightly turned his head, glanced at Wang Fugui, and remained silent for a long time.

This wasn't the first incident they'd dealt with since they'd dealt with the guards at the entrance and arrived here. Xiao Yun naturally knew that under the pressure of absolute power from above, everyone was powerless to resist.

"He's a poor fellow too..."

Xiao Yun sighed softly, turned slightly, and met Wang Fugui's gaze:

"Although you were forced into this situation, what's done is done. We're sparing your life now; you can atone for your mistakes by doing good deeds. But whether you live or die in the end is up to the other neighbors to decide. Any questions?"

Wang Fugui swayed, and looking into those crimson-gold eyes, he couldn't help but feel tears welling up in his eyes.

Boom boom boom!

Wang Fugui slammed his head heavily on the ground, choking back sobs:

"Thank you, thank you!"

……

A few minutes later, Zhong Mo and the others left with Wang Fugui.

Xiao Yun was about to help Liu Lingling up when he suddenly saw her raise her big, watery eyes and ask:

"Big brother, are you a god?"

Xiao Yun was taken aback, then silently shook his head:

"no."

A hint of disappointment flashed in Liu Lingling's eyes, but the next second, she raised her little head and tugged at Xiao Yun's clothes.

"But, big brother, you defeated the bad guys so easily. They're all afraid of you. You must be really, really amazing. So, could you... could you..."

As she spoke, Liu Lingling suddenly burst into tears, her small hand trembling as she pointed to Liu Yaomin lying on the ground:

"Waaaaah... Please, big brother, save... save my grandpa, he's all I have left."

Warm tears dripped onto my hand, instantly turning icy cold.

Xiao Yun trembled and closed his eyes in pain.