Walking the Path of a Workaholic in Cliché Novels (QT) Chapter 59

More and more people were hanging around his car at night. An Yinong was not one to sit still and wait for death. He polished his daggers and knives every day in preparation. He hoped that day would come soon, but also hoped that day would not come.

     “Forget about other people, where did the protagonist named Huang get his courage?” The system still couldn’t figure it out. It looked coldly at the protagonist who was probing his head and secretly colluding with others.

     “He doesn’t think that he can just find someone to cooperate with him, does he? With his size, he is destined to be hacked and taken advantage of by others.”

     “He has been eating tree bark for three days. If he continues to eat, he will be dead. Since he will die no matter what, it is better to risk everything and maybe find a chance to survive. From this perspective, he is quite decisive.”

     The system looked at An Yinong, who was calmly sharpening his knife: “He wants to rob you, but you still laugh?”

     “Otherwise you’ll cry?”

     Just when the smell of gunpowder among the victims reached a certain level, they finally met a city willing to give out food and accept refugees, but…

     “What? If you want to live here, farmers need to register as untouchables?”

     Untouchable did not mean that this person was a criminal, but that this person had a lower class status, cannot take scientific examinations, and can only do some work that no one else does…

     “No! If you become a lowly citizen, you won’t even be able to marry good people or take scientific examinations. Wouldn’t that harm your children and grandchildren?” Some people shook their heads when they heard this.

     “I can’t survive now. Where are my descendants?” Some people thought it was more important to survive. The merchant’s class was also low. Did this affect their status and marriage? Once they had money and land, it was not impossible for untouchables to change their household registration.

     A large group of refugees crowded into the open space outside the city. They looked for firewood to keep warm while waiting for an opportunity. The refugees themselves did not know what opportunity they were waiting for. They just squatted numbly in the small tents they had set up.

     Ren Yazi, who wanted to buy people, walked through the crowd of victims, looking for suitable goods. They could exchange ten kilograms or even more kilograms of food for a living person.

     People from Tianjia Village and the next were at the tail end. They stayed in the city for three days. One-fifth of the people entered at the cost of becoming untouchables, and four-fifths of the people stayed outside the city.

     Ren Yazi also came to them, offering to exchange grain for their wives or children. Some declined, some agreed, and some were hesitant. Many people no longer have food. Whether they leave or stay, it looks like they will be dead ends. They would be so cruel that they sell their children, their wives, or even themselves.

     Human life was worthless in disaster years. A young girl can sell thirty kilograms of millet, and others are less valuable.

     “Selling that child to a childless family might still be a way to survive. These ten kilograms of food can also give your family a breather, and maybe things will turn around next.” The buyer shed a crocodile tear.

     The father of that family was a little moved. He greedily looked at the grain bag.

     “Don’t sell it. If you sell my child, I will kill you!” The child’s mother was furious. She fiercely protected her children. In the end, that family did not sell the child.

     How many of the children who were sold had a good ending? No matter how nice this person’s words are, they were all lies, just like what they said to persuade women to sell themselves, they were all lies, filled with knives and extremely vicious disgusting intestines.

     At this time, there was a person who looked like an old bustard trying to persuade a couple to sell their daughter. When the old couple refused, she gathered around to persuade them and said many nice words.

     An Yinong got annoyed when he heard this, and deliberately pushed the cart to drive her away, and blocked her: “Food and drink? The girls there have to receive several customers a day. If they don’t obey, they will be beaten with whips and branded with irons. If they get angry, If you get sick, you just wrap them up in mats and bury them alive. The people there are not human beings, they are just meat sold by the pound, and it doesn’t matter if they are beaten to death or tortured to death.”

     In fact, he was a little nosy. Fortunately, the old couple loved their daughter and both smiled gratefully.

     The old bustard was a little displeased, but his eyes lit up when he saw An Yinong: “Brother, how old are you this year? Who is there at home? You must have worked hard all the way here, look at this haggard person.”

     An Yinong was almost disgusted by the look in his eyes: “You should go further away, there is no product of yours here.”

     A few months have passed, and Tian Xi’s original appearance has been assimilated by An Yinong. His peach-blossom eyes are all charming when he laughs and curses, and he looks good when he glares at people. How can the madam be willing to let it go?

     “Brother, don’t be upset. As the saying goes, people who laugh at the poor don’t laugh at the prostitutes. The way of the world…”

     “Stay away from me.” An Yinong didn’t want to hear what she had to say, so he pushed the cart and left. If it weren’t for the officers and soldiers in front, he would have wanted to take out his machete and show off.

     He pushed the cart forward. In front of him were the fleeing teams who had arrived earlier, some of whom had set off more than a month earlier. Their situation was even more tragic. An Yinong saw a man eating something. It looked like meat, and he could vaguely see white bones.

     The man in a gray and black cloak felt the gaze. He raised his head and saw An Yinong. His eyes are no longer human eyes, but animals looking at animals, weighing who can eat. An Yinong also saw him. His eyes did not give in, but were aggressive.

     After looking at each other briefly, the man looked away and turned to a child. He looked at it very vaguely and just glanced at it, but An Yinong paid special attention to him and saw the swallowing of saliva.

     Following the line of sight, the child was being held by her mother. An old woman carefully fed her a little grain from the bowl, so she looked fatter than the other children, and her braids with red ropes were combed. Gotta be neat.

     “You eat human flesh.” An Yinong’s car stopped in front of the man. The man was startled. Before he could speak, An Yinong kicked out the thing in his hand and chewed it into pieces. A broken child’s arm, with a faded red rope hanging on the wrist.

     “Isn’t this, isn’t this the missing child of the Liu family?” One person pointed at the arm on the ground and exclaimed.

     The faces of the victims all around turned pale, and they spread out, leaving a large space.

     The man looked at the meat on the ground, raised his head silently, and looked at An Yinong with a very cold look.

     But An Yinong just smiled, as if he didn’t take this threat seriously, and sweat broke out on his back: “I can’t sleep tonight.”

     “Don’t be afraid of the host. If he dares to come, I will definitely wake you up as soon as possible.” The system patted its chest.

     An Yinong: …I’d better do it myself.

     But before he decided to stay up all night, several men walked out of the crowd, holding hoes, machetes and other items in their hands. There was also a woman who came. She froze when she saw the arm, her eyes widened, and she fell down.

     Everyone threw stones at the man and said, “Get out.”

     The man-eating tigers will be locked up, and the man-eating people will be driven out. The cannibals were simply kicked out by other refugees, and even had their heads beaten to a bloody pulp. He turned back to look at An Yinong, his eyes in the black cloak were dim.

     That night, An Yinong didn’t sleep. He held the knife and opened his eyes at the slightest movement. By the second half of the night he couldn’t sleep at all, so he stayed up until dawn. In the end, the man’s body was discovered. He was beaten to death not far from the victims.

     After the porridge shack no longer supplied food, the victims of Tianjia Village set out again. At this time, their number was only two-thirds of the original number. The wind and rain on the road got worse, and snowflakes hit their faces.

     “I think it will snow heavily today. Find a place to avoid the snow. Go find some firewood before it gets dark, otherwise you won’t be able to survive.”

     “That’s fine.”

     The village chief and several men in charge were discussing matters when they suddenly saw a commotion ahead. A group of people were scattering to the side crazily.

     “What happened?”

     “The soldiers are coming, hide quickly, hide quickly!!”

     “Rogue soldiers?” They finally reacted and hid in all directions. The people fleeing the famine were completely in disarray, and there was almost a stampede among them.

     It took An Yinong a few seconds to react. Soldiers in this era were more like gangsters than robbers. He didn’t know where to run for a while, so he just stared at the village chief’s house. He would go wherever the family went.

     “Let’s go!”

     An Yinong pushed the cart lightly, and he was young and energetic. He was still behind at first, but soon he rushed to the front. Behind him he heard cries and screams, followed by the braying of cattle and the whirring sound of knives.

     Familiar voices began to appear there, calling for their parents, husband, wife, children, and cries of pain.

     “That’s my carriage, don’t steal my carriage!”

     “Daughter-in-law, wife-“

     “Food!”

     “Ah–“

     These people who had been walking together for more than a month to escape the desert, people with hope, entered a new purgatory in the blink of an eye.

     The sounds of vehicles overturning, the sound of metal objects hitting each other, the sounds of people crying and struggling… An Yinong did not dare to look back, fearing that he would no longer be able to lift his feet once he stopped. His eyes gradually became red, and tears fell one by one. Smash it down: Why am I just an ordinary person?

     Ordinary people can’t do anything!

     The last thing the victims want to meet is not wolves, wild dogs, or other victims, but deserters. These deserters range from hundreds to a dozen. They may not necessarily know how to fight, but they must be good at robbing and killing.

     Unfortunately, this group of refugees seemed to have encountered deserters, dozens of them armed with weapons.

     These deserters were losers on the battlefield. They had no organization and discipline, and were just a group of plundering gangs that got together. So when they saw the victims, they went crazy, rushed in with weapons, and killed each one with red eyes.

     An Yinong dragged the car for a long time, but the sounds got closer and closer. Finally, it was time to avoid them. He looked up and saw Gu Zhengzhong sitting in the car. This man just looked at everything indifferently, and his inhuman aura was stronger than ever.

     “Do you want me?” he asked.

     An Yinong said nothing. He took out the spear that had been placed on the car and turned to look at the rushing soldiers.

     Gu Zhengzhong looked at his back and tightened his fingers: “…I’ll wait for him to beg me.” A crow landed on the car silently, looking at the man with its dark eyes.

     An Yinong had already met the intruder. He had prepared a machete and wooden sticks in the car, but the best thing to use at this time was the ‘spear’ with a dagger tied to the front.

     “Ah!” When the front end of the dagger pierced the chest of the soldier who was trying to rob him of his property and kill someone, his eyes turned completely red.

     “It’s just killing people, who can’t do it anymore?!”

     The smell of blood stimulated some kind of animalistic instinct in the human body. His mind went blank, but his hand had already picked up the machete placed on the car, swung it up and slashed directly: one hit, two hits… The blood spattered, and it was warm.

     “Dead…” Facing the severed head, An Yinong’s brain was as ‘calm’ as if it had just been taken out of the refrigerator. He picked up the sharp knife left by the soldier and walked towards the next one.

     This group of soldiers had no leader, so they all worked on their own and dispersed one by one. This made it easier for An Yinong to defeat them one by one.

     He did not attack directly, but looked for soldiers who were killing for fun and took advantage of them when they were not prepared. The soldiers were no taller or stronger than them. After overcoming their fear, these people are just ordinary people with weapons in their hands.

     “A defeated army is worse than a bandit; a deserted army is a thief.”

     The deserters in exile lived in fear. They were keen on killing civilians to vent their fear and use their screams to soothe their anxiety. Kill them without any burden – he told himself.

     “The second one.” The first knife stabbed the heart and lungs in the back, the second knife stabbed the back of the neck, and the last knife slashed the throat to ensure the death of the opponent. An Yinong’s hand was sharp and sharp, unlike a novice, “Next one.”

     The self-protection moves he had learned in modern society turned into murderous skills in actual combat. An Yinong’s hands became more and more steady, his heart became colder and colder, and no one of his men could breathe.

     “Take it.” He kicked a knife to a girl who was almost bullied, “Take it up.”

     “Finish the knife?” The girl picked up the bloody knife. She was both frightened and filled with hatred.

     “Can you kill a chicken?”

     The girl nodded: “Yes.”

     “Like killing a chicken, for every soldier on the ground, slit his throat.”

     An Yinong stood there with a weapon, half-covered with blood and filled with evil spirits. The victims who had thought about his car didn’t even dare to look at him, and they were even more grateful in their hearts that they didn’t actually do anything.

     They would not have expected that such a quiet boy could actually be a hidden killer.

     There were also some victims who were infected by An Yinong’s blood and couldn’t help but think: “He can do it, why can’t I?”

     When the victims arrived here, they were supported by their families and a glimmer of hope for survival. But all this hope will be destroyed.

     “You killed my wife, I will fight with you!”

     “Kill them!”

     The blood aroused people’s fiery nature, and the victims running around realized at this moment: “Since you can’t run away, why not fight to the death!”