Apocalypse: Transmigrated General's Daughter Uses Space to Survive
Chapter 237: Chu Hao’s Cleverness

Chapter 237: Chapter 237: Chu Hao’s Cleverness

Now, her mouth was wide open as she tried to make a sound but she couldn’t. All that came out were unintelligible sounds.

He couldn’t understand what she was saying but he could see that where her tongue was supposed to be was now empty.

Her tongue had been cut off. Not only that, but it had been fed to her. That was probably why she had been clutching her throat.

Even though she looked like a mess, Mr. Fang didn’t feel a single ounce of pity for her. If she hadn’t kept on slandering other people’s daughters and sisters, nothing would have happened to her.

Moreover, she seemed to have forgotten that the person she was slandering, Chu Miao, was their son. Not only was she ruining Chu Miao’s reputation, but she was ruining their son’s as well.

What kind of a mother would do that? Instead of protecting her child, she was exposing him to the malice of rumors.

Didn’t she know that rumors could kill? If they were still in the internet era, her slander would probably be all over the internet by now and people would be shouting to discredit her son and the Chu family girl.

What a terrible person! He couldn’t master the slightest feeling of pity for her.

Mr. Fang simply pulled her up by her hand, not caring about the blood, and took her to their apartment.

Mrs. Fang was still throwing a tantrum, but unfortunately, now, she couldn’t make a sound.

"Continue causing trouble and I’ll let you bleed to death in this corridor." He said with a stern and cold voice.

He had come to realize that compromising and letting her have her way would end up ruining his son’s life.

Now, he couldn’t indulge her anymore.

He forcefully pulled her into the house and closed the door with a slam.

Mrs. Fang jumped from fear for the first time since she married this man. She had always led him by the nose and he did whatever she said. She had not expected him to change so much after only a few days.

Now he acted like he would hit her if she crossed the line. How could he change so much? Moreover, that boy had cut her tongue and even used some kind of magic to force it down her throat and she was unable to resist.

She didn’t even know how he had cut her tongue when he had been so far. It was clear that the Chu family had some unorthodox methods of dealing with people.

But now she couldn’t even tell anyone because she couldn’t talk. She was both frustrated and afraid. What would happen to her in the future? How would she live without her voice?

However, Mrs. Fang probably shouldn’t have worried about such issues because she was never meant to see the sunrise the next day.

Even though Chu Hao had not killed her on the spot, he had left a thread of his mutated fire spiritual energy in her meridians.

At that moment, Mrs. Fang’s brain had not registered the pain of having her meridians burned little by little because she was too focused on her cut tongue.

By the time she realized it, she wouldn’t associate the pain in her body with Chu Hao. She would probably think she had caught another virus.

It wasn’t that Chu Hao couldn’t have just burnt her to ashes on the spot, but that she didn’t want the father and son who remained behind to have any resentment towards their family.

It wasn’t because he was afraid of them, but judging by his sister’s actions, she probably planned to include them in their sect. It was better not to leave any lingering danger behind.

So, instead of killing her outright, he had opted for a slow and discreet method. Cutting her tongue was just a distraction. They will focus on that and ignore everything else that seems unusual.

The family will also understand that he was protective of his sister and couldn’t stand her being slandered, hence taking action to cut off her tongue.

This feeling would probably resonate with them as they also had that same thought but lacked the courage or ability.

Therefore, at that moment, Mr. Fang was tending to his wife’s wound and didn’t notice anything else unusual.

This was also what Chu Hao was counting on. Mr. Fang was personally tending to his wife’s wounds but didn’t find anything else amiss.

So, once the woman died, he would not think it had anything to do with the attack and since the tongue wound was doing fine, her death would have nothing to do with Chu Hao.

After all, if she hadn’t died, the wound on her tongue would have healed well.

After tending to her wound, Mr. Fang instructed his wife to rest as he went to make her a bowl of porridge.

The truth was, he knew why his wife had carried their son out shouting for help. She had intended to use his illness to ask for supplies from others because they had run out of food.

They were only left with a few packets of noodles and less than a kilogram of rice.

He had said a few times that he wanted to borrow a boat from the neighbors if anyone had any but his wife always opposed his idea.

She insisted that it was dangerous and they could ask the neighbors for help.

He had always compromised, but this time, it looked like he really had to go out and look for supplies.

As he put the pot on the gas stove and added a handful of rice to boil porridge, he wondered how long they would be able to survive in this environment.

They were still struggling to survive because that was human instinct. Even a drowning man would beat the water around them to try and grab onto anything that could help them survive.

But, was life in the future really worth living after fighting so hard to survive?

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