Becoming the Villain's Discarded Wife
Chapter 509

Chapter 509: 509

A person amidst the clouds emitted a faint radiance, a disdainful expression was etched on his face, as cold and pure as white jade found on mountaintops.

Half a month had passed, and he had become more downtrodden.

Since he didn’t fear death, why should he hesitate?

The fate of the creatures who intruded into this world should be within his control.

Xiaohe raised his hand slightly, making a pressing down gesture, and number 0862 felt as if a thousand pounds was pressing upon him. An invisible force gripped him, restricting him from moving.

Without any virtues to his name, his constitution was now inferior to that of an average man. Within ten breaths, 0862 was almost suffocated.

Finally, the hateful and malicious glare in his eyes faded, replaced by an overwhelming fear and desperation to live.

"Spare... spare... spare me..."

He only managed to utter a few words before dropping like a fish out of water, unresponsive.

Xiaohe glanced at him, his face devoid of any expression.

In the past half month, he had traveled to the Northland and Nanhai.

Only after obtaining two divine treasures did he manage to recover to half his strength.

Even though he wasn’t yet able to maintain the balance of this world, he wouldn’t allow insignificant challengers to stand in his way.

The storyline shouldn’t occur in front of him—the Heavenly Path.

Just with one thought, 0862’s vitality was completely drained. His body was squashed by gravity and eventually became specks of starlight with a loud crush.

"Bunch of weaklings."

With a cold snort, Xiaohe watched Nanzhi’s hurried silhouette below with a slight frown.

Didn’t this woman realize she was pregnant?

Truly reckless.

Xiaohe shook his head slightly and lifted his hand slightly. The frost on the ground disappeared abruptly, and the originally wet and icy ground became dry. Nanzhi, who was busy with thoughts of oil, didn’t notice the change in the path.

Only Shen Miaomiao paused slightly as she felt the change on the path under her feet. She was puzzled but didn’t think too much, just catching up with Nanzhi.

In the yard, Xu Chou and Uncle Ping were burning some rats. When they heard the yard door being opened, the two old men, who were more than eighty years old combined, were startled.

They knew about the riots happening in the Northern City.

They feared that people with ulterior motives would take advantage of the situation to stir up chaos.

Both of them were already old and weren’t sure they could win in a fight, let alone just having a fight with the rats. They were worn out.

They were worried until they saw who was at the door.

"Boss? Why are you here so late?"

"I came to see you." Nanzhi unconsciously covered her nose at the sight of the burning rat carcasses on the ground.

The stench was different from the one on the rats; the burning carcasses had a strange meaty smell.

If one constantly inhaled it, one’s reaction would become sluggish.

"Boss, stay inside. It’s cold outside."

Uncle Ping said, standing before the fire.

"Sister Nanzhi, be careful."

Shen Miaomiao took Nanzhi by the arm and they entered the Main Hall.

"Uncle Ping, where is An Wazi?"

With the candlelight, Nanzhi looked around the surroundings.

Although the Restaurant hadn’t been active for a while, Uncle Ping and Xu Chou kept it clean.

Not a speck of dust was in sight.

"There was a rat commotion just now. He went to help the neighbouring courtyard." Uncle Ping explained as he poured them each a bowl of tea.

They weren’t suitable for the neighbouring yard where there were young girls. But An Wazi was young and nimble, so catching some rats was no problem.

In his opinion, those girls were pretty good too. They hadn’t started any trouble despite the circumstances and always encouraged each other.

"Uncle Ping, how’s the cellar?"

"All is well."

Nanzhi let out a sigh of relief. She instructed them to stay and be careful of the rats, before leaving with Shen Miaomiao for the neighbouring yard.

There was a fire in the yard, and the smell of burning meat wafted into Nanzhi’s nose.

"Boss!"

An Wazi was still clearing the rat corpses on the ground and throwing them into the fire when he saw Nanzhi and Shen Miaomiao.

The young boy’s face was full of surprise, and his eyes lit up at the sight of Nanzhi’s protruding belly.

"Thank you for your hard work, An Wazi."

"It’s not hard work!" The young boy was dressed in thick cotton clothes, but his movements weren’t impeded at all.

A mouthful of shiny white teeth was exposed, expressing his joy.

Everyone says this winter is tough, but it’s his favorite winter.

He could eat his fill, stay warm, wasn’t bullied, and had a great boss and people who cared for him.

He believes that the General would get rid of these rats and protect everyone.

The several young girls Linglong had just gone inside, but upon hearing that Nanzhi was here, they all rushed out.

It had only been a little over a month since they had seen her, and the girls seemed to have grown taller.

The "war" in the Northern City was still ongoing.

Unlike Shen Wenchen’s group, the common people didn’t have experience in battle. They’d swing their weapons at any rat they saw, but their actions lacked strategy.

After a while, the rats seemed to be dazed from the fight.

They didn’t seem to understand why there were suddenly so many people and why they were so indiscriminate. Hesitating for a moment, they suddenly heard a strange noise. The rats that had planned to jump and bite turned and rushed into He Residence.

The swarm of rats that had been as dense as a flood vanished in an instant, leaving behind confused faces and corpses on the ground.

What was going on?

The crowd looked at each other, not understanding why the rats fled. Only Shen Wenchen stared continuously at the plaque above He Residence.

He had seen it again.

A white rat just like the one in the ravine.

Could it be that in every pack of rats, there was a white rat commanding them?

These rats were indeed larger and smarter than the average rat.

But the idea of a rat commanding other rats was difficult to accept.

"We won!"

"We won!"

"Hahaha, those damn rats!"

Cheers erupted from the crowd.

They were celebrating the "victory" of this "war."

Everywhere they looked, everyone was splattered with rat blood, a mix of red and white, the stench mixed with the smell of blood was suffocating.

Yet they seemed impervious to it, their faces filled with pride.

They thought the rats were going to be tough!

But weren’t they scared off in no time?

Not only did they run away, they even left so many dead!

After the crowd finally calmed down and a count was taken, a fifth of the people were bitten by the rats.

Looking at the small wounds on their bodies, some people dismissed it, saying they just needed to clean the wound when they got home.

Only after Shen Wenchen solemnly told them the consequences did the crowd lose their smug expressions.

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