Several people were taken to another room, each with half a bowl of water and a black-faced steamed bun made of mixed grains. 

They were all hungry and thirsty, their eyes lighting up at the sight of food. They reached out to grab it like evil spirits, gulped it down, and stuffed the cold and hard steamed bun into their mouths desperately. There was no delicacy at all. 

They ate in a hurry, swallowed it down desperately, and coughed violently. 

Doudou was still unconscious. Some people saw that there was still a portion of food on the table and rushed over to grab it. 

The woman taking care of Doudou pushed her away, “We’re all women here, don’t be too greedy.” 

The pushed woman grumbled discontentedly, “She’s not your daughter anyway. You don’t even know if you’ll survive yourself, yet you’re worrying about others.” 

The woman’s eyes turned cold. “Believe it or not, I’ll kill you.” 

Several people were unwilling, but seeing her cold expression with murderous intent, no one dared to argue. 

After drinking water and food, they slowly recovered. Someone asked in panic, “Why did they capture us?” 

No one answered her. 

The woman fed Doudou water and crushed the steamed bun into her mouth. 

After resting for about half an hour, seeing that they had recovered a little, the man took them to the pool and said, “Wash yourselves clean. If you are alive and well later, I will treat you to good food and drink.” 

He kicked them in one by one. 

The bathwater was also water, and several people were too busy drinking to even scream. 

Doudou washed her face and said to the person taking care of her, “Thank you, sister.” 

Just after washing, clothes were delivered. 

Half new and half old, it was obvious that they had been worn by someone, and it was unclear whether the person was dead or alive. After putting on the clothes and coming out, several men stared at her. 

Doudou was so dizzy that she almost bumped into them. 

The weak little sister couldn’t even walk steadily. It was really pitiful to see her. 

They rarely softened their hearts and did not harm her. 

Doudou smiled gratefully at them, “Thank you, brothers.” 

Her voice was hoarse, with sweetness and innocence, which made some men’s hearts tremble, and they inexplicably thought of their daughters who had died many years ago.  

At this age, she was still just a child. 

Doudou followed the crowd and walked at the end, with her eyes slightly lowered, but her ears were alert; she was listening intently. 

After three years of eternal night, most of the survivor’s hearing had improved. She vaguely heard the sound of the wind outside and estimated that the cave was not very huge. 

These men appeared fierce, but for now, she hadn’t noticed any firearms. 

Several people were quickly taken to a cave house similar to a living room, where seven or eight men sat. On the table were steamed buns and rice, fragrant bacon and sausage, and bottled white wine. They devoured them one by one. 

Under the protection of her older brothers and sisters-in-law, Doudou had not seen many people. But even if it was her first time seeing them, she was very clear in her heart that these people in front of her could no longer be called human. 

They wore human skins, but the aura they exuded told her they were demons. 

Demons who eat sheep! 

The environment has been deteriorating over the years, and they can’t get anything good even if they rob people on the road. In order to survive, they don’t even spare people. 

The group of skinny women imprisoned in the cave are proof of their crimes. 

This time, they were able to drink and eat meat, all thanks to the sandstorm. They took advantage of the danger to rob and acquire a lot of valuable items. 

Not only Doudou, but the other women also sensed the danger. Despite the tempting smell of food, they trembled in fear, desperately trying to hide in the back. 

Their eyes looked like they wanted to devour someone. 

Doudou wasn’t afraid; there was no point in being afraid now. They were just fish on a chopping board, ready to be slaughtered. 

The more she showed fear, the more excited they would become. 

She glanced at them discreetly. Although they were eating and drinking, each of them carried a knife or a dagger. The leader had several hideous scars on his face and a gun on his waist. 

The gun looked familiar; it was the one Huo Yishen had given Doudou. 

In the entire room, he was the only one with a firearm. 

However, those who could form a group to rob could not be underestimated. 

A few people were pushed inside. The men looked at them like beasts eyeing their prey, excited and bloodthirsty. 

One of them swallowed his saliva first. After finishing a steamed sausage, he rubbed his greasy hands together and revealed his yellow teeth. “Boss, this batch is really good.” 

“Oh wow, there’s even a rosebud about to bloom.” 

“Such tenderness. Once the boss eats the meat, we’ll be content with just the soup.” 

Not only did they talk, but they also pushed Doudou, almost causing her to fall onto the leader. 

Doudou stumbled and steadied herself. 

The other women screamed in fear, but the more they resisted, the more excited the men became. Soon, they were all being held, either being groped or having food stuffed into their mouths. 

Seeing Doudou standing still, the man raised an eyebrow in displeasure. “Do I have to do it myself?” 

He like his women to be proactive. 

Doudou’s face showed fear, but she still stood timidly in front of him and slowly lifted her skirt… 

To his surprise, the little bean sprout was so sensible. The man’s eyes lit up, and he took a large gulp of white wine. Just as he put down his glass and was about to get rough, a cold light flashed before his eyes, and the gun at his waist was taken. 

He cursed and moved to hit the little bean sprout. Today, he wouldn’t stop until she was crying for her parents! 

But as soon as he moved, blood suddenly spurted from his neck, followed by intense pain. 

Like a broken faucet, blood kept gushing out. 

He couldn’t breathe, no matter how wide he opened his mouth. 

The man’s eyes were as big as copper bells, and he clutched his neck tightly, but he couldn’t stop the warm liquid from flowing through his fingers. 

The other men were eager and impatient. They hugged and groped the women, but Doudou stood in front of him, blocking his view. She skillfully played with the gun; her eyes cold as ice. 

She looked at him with eyes like a lamb’s—innocent, pure, and romantic, like a flower blooming in the morning light. 

“You, you…” 

Air entered his throat, and the man couldn’t speak. He desperately pointed his finger at Doudou. 

He never expected that the seemingly harmless and innocent girl would kill without hesitation, even smiling as she did so. 

With a swift motion, Doudou raised her hands and effortlessly snapped his neck. 

Accompanied by two more sounds, someone finally noticed that something was wrong. “Damn, you bitch!” 

Before he could finish speaking, a petite woman kicked him, sending him flying. 

She then grabbed a bottle from the table and smashed it over another man’s head. Without blinking, she clenched the broken bottle and stabbed him in the chest repeatedly, more than a dozen times. 

Another woman, with a sturdier build, shattered the jaw of the man next to her with a punch, then snatched the knife from his waist and plunged it into his heart. 

“Ah!” 

The sudden violence caused the other women to scream in terror, their faces pale with fear.