The Vicious Female Character at the End of Days: C9.1

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Chapter 9. (1/2)

They’ve Gotten Their Turn!

After Bai Qing Qing’s spatial dimension reached level three, she hadn’t had time to search for vehicles or other means of transportation in the city’s warehouses, so the two of them had to walk to Zhou Village.

Two kilometers wasn’t far; a normal person could walk there in about half an hour.

Zhou Village was surrounded by high walls, further reinforced with wooden spikes and barbed wire, making it difficult for either zombies or humans to approach, effectively creating a closed-off area.

Passersby needed the owner’s permission to pass. The lookout, seeing two figures slowly approaching, warily raised his gun.

“Not zombies, but humans, a man and a woman.”

Fu Chen, keeping a safe distance, called out, “I have friends in your village. Can you let us in?”

After confirming they weren’t zombies, someone quickly came and opened the gate for them.

The people of Zhou Village have lived off the mountains and rivers for generations, in a village with its own indigenous culture. Nestled between two mountains to the north and south, the villages are divided by roads that form a watershed.

From ancient times to the present, it has been called a paradise, yet it also inspires fear. An ordinary person trapped in these mountains would have no chance of escape.

The houses built by the people of Zhou Village are quite distinctive. Every household is constructed of wood, and the courtyards are planted with banana trees, camellias, and other plants, creating idyllic courtyards that inspire a desire to stay and relax

The locals are also dressed in a distinctive ethnic style. The men, wearing silver earrings and carrying curved knives, surrounded the two men and asked, “What are your names?”

Fu Chen replied, “I have friends in your village; I’ve come to find them.”

The guards, without any politeness, immediately demanded money: “Whoever enters the village must pay.”

“How much?” Fu Chen asked calmly.

The man seized them up and said, “Twenty thousand per person, cash and gold only.”

“Poor mountains and bad waters breed unruly people.” Zhou Village was closed off; anyone wanting to pass through or stay had to pay a large sum. If you didn’t have the money, you’d have to find another way.

Fu Chen led Bai Qing Qing aside, took out some gold and silver from her spatial storage, waited a moment, and then handed it over to the gatekeeper. “Is this enough? Can we go in now?”

Bai Qing Qing obediently followed him without saying a word. With Fu Chen’s strength, as long as she stayed with him, she was safe, no matter where they went.

The gatekeeper questioned the authenticity of the gold, took a bite, and laughed, “It’s real gold. Come in. What’s your friend’s name?”

Fu Chen said, “Xiao Yang.”

A strange light flashed in the gatekeeper’s eyes, and he laughed heartily, “So you’re a friend of Brother Xiao Yang.”

“Can friends be friends without paying?” Bai Qing Qing asked.

The man looked embarrassed and said, “No, the rules can’t be broken.” He put away the gold and said, “Your friends are on the north mountain, but if you want to stay, you’ll have to come with me to see the clan chief first.”

The man led the two into Zhou Village. Just inside the village entrance, they saw the imposing modified vehicle, its tires now chained shut, preventing anyone from starting it.

It seemed that the Thunder Squad was really in Zhou Village. They wondered how the situation was for them.

The village was deserted, except for a few burly men carrying weapons patrolling. They cast scrutinizing glances at the newcomers.

Bai Qing Qing felt those unsettling, eerie gazes and couldn’t help but move closer to Fu Chen.

Fu Chen quietly took her hand and whispered, “Don’t be afraid.”

“I’m not afraid,” Bai Qing Qing whispered, “I have my brother with me.”

Fu Chen tightened his grip on her hand and pulled her along with the gatekeeper into an ancient building—the ancestral hall of Zhou Village.

Several people sat in the ancestral hall. An elderly man with white hair, appearing to be over eighty years old, sat in the main seat. The other men were around fifty or sixty years old.

“You are the newcomers from out of town?” the clan chief’s aged voice asked.

“Yes,” Fu Chen replied, “I have some friends here.”

The clan chief asked, “What are your friends’ names?”

“Xiao Yang,” Fu Chen said calmly, “I accidentally got separated from them and came to find them.”

The clan chief instructed the young man behind him, “Hu Zi, you take them to find them.”

The man named Hu Zi responded, “Yes, clan chief.”

Leaving the ancestral hall, Bai Qing Qing finally felt a little more at ease. She had felt something was off in the hall, as if she had been scrutinized like merchandise.

Hu Zi was wearing a vest and shorts, with a silver necklace engraved with intricate runes around his neck, and several red and blue marks painted on his face.

He said as he walked, “Your friends arrived the day before yesterday and have all settled in the mountain village; they’re not leaving.”

A look of surprise flashed across Bai Qing Qing’s eyes. How could those guys be willing to stay in a small mountain village? There must be something strange about it.

Hu Zi led them along the winding road north of Zhou Village, climbing halfway up the mountain where they encountered a group of people carrying timber.

In just two days, the Thunder Squad had undergone drastic changes. Cheng Rui and Xiao Yang wore silver jewelry around their necks, their muscular upper bodies bare, clad in black, baggy pants and cloth shoes, as they carried two logs between them.

Bai Qing Qing looked at them with admiration, teasingly saying, “Brother, it seems they really don’t want to leave. They’re planning to stay in Zhou Village and become sons-in-law.”

Fu Chen blocked her gaze, frowning as he looked at Xiao Yang and Cheng Rui, asking, “When do you have time?”

Cheng Rui and Xiao Yang, carrying timber, replied, “In half an hour.”

Fu Chen nodded slightly, glancing at Shen Mingxuan and Liang Zhiyu, who were walking down the mountain path. They, too, had been dressed in ethnic clothing and attire.