When it came to Yang Silong, Xu Qingrou’s sorrow became much more genuine.

Tears welled in her eyes, and her entire expression was filled with grief.

Why wasn’t it Yu Xifeng who died?

Her son was so obedient and so young.

Upon hearing the news of Yang Silong’s death, although Yu Xifeng had already known for some time, he still feigned shock and then sighed.

Yu Xifeng said, “I’ll go ask about it. You all go back first.”

He Yuan quickly interjected, “Is your father in the rescue team? I can ask around for you.”

Yu Xifeng glanced at He Yuan, then at Xu Qingrou. “How did you two end up together?”

Even though He Yuan was a bit of a fool, he could tell that Yu Xifeng wasn’t very fond of this mother and daughter.

He explained, “I came looking for you, and happened to meet them at the gate today, so I brought them in.”

They had only just met today.

Yu Xifeng carefully observed He Yuan’s expression.

He truly knew nothing.

He only brought these two women in hoping to get closer to Yu Xifeng.

Yu Xifeng’s face turned cold. “This is my business. You don’t need to worry about it. You should go back.”

He Yuan didn’t want to leave. He wanted to ask what those two had returned to Yu Xifeng.

But wanting to win favor with a beauty, he glanced around and reluctantly left.

After sending He Yuan away, Yu Xifeng turned to Xu Qingrou. “You all go back first. Once Yang Rong comes out, I’ll come find you.”

Yu Xifeng promised to save Yang Rong!

After all, that was still her biological father.

Xu Qingrou seized the opportunity: “Xiao Yu, your sister isn’t well. Could she rest at your place for a while and recuperate?”

Yu Xifeng flatly refused, “Don’t even think about it.”

Yang Sizhu’s expression darkened as she stared hard at Yu Xifeng, seemingly lost in thought.

Suddenly she called out, “Did you also have a dream?”

A dream? Also?

What did Yang Sizhu dream of?

How did she even know the importance of the jewelry?

Yu Xifeng lowered her eyes.

In her past life, the bracelet containing the space fell into Yang Sizhu’s hands—was that a coincidence or something else?

Yang Sizhu’s arrival reminded Yu Xifeng of some old memories.

From childhood until now, Yang Sizhu’s luck was strangely good.

Whatever she wanted, she always got through some unbelievable means.

Anything Yu Xifeng liked,

Yang Sizhu would show unusual interest in.

Because of this, Yu Xifeng often pretended to like some worthless junk,

only to trick Yang Sizhu into becoming the sucker.

That was many years ago.

Two lifetimes as a person, and the memories of the previous life grew hazier the more she thought about them.

Things had changed now.

In her previous life at this time, she had already met the solitary Old Man Cai.

But in this life, Zhang Qiu was still alive and kicking.

These people, these events had changed.

Would the disasters still follow their previous course?

Yu Xifeng suddenly wasn’t so sure anymore.

As for Yang Sizhu,

the bracelet with the space had returned to Yu Xifeng’s hand.

But Yang Sizhu had dreamed about it.

The dream seemed to be guiding her to come and ask Yu Xifeng to return the bracelet with the space.

Could Yang Sizhu really be some kind of girl of fate or destined child?

“It was you who took my space.”

The moment those words “space” were spoken,

even though Yu Xifeng had expected it, she still took a deep breath to control her expression.

Yu Xifeng said nothing further, maintaining a “I don’t know what you’re talking about” look to dismiss them both.

Yang Sizhu wanted to keep arguing.

The patrol team was coming this way, so Xu Qingrou had no choice but to drag Yang Sizhu away.

Xu Qingrou didn’t even forget to leave Yu Xifeng an address: “We’re family, remember to visit if you have time.”

Yu Xifeng smiled meaningfully.

It was time for her to go practice boxing with Old Man Cai.

Yu Xifeng expressionless, went on her way as planned.

Old Man Cai, sitting on a bench, glanced at her: “Where’s your mind wandering off to? What kind of practice is this? Go away, go away.”

If any hint of the space leaked to Zheng Weiyang,

what would he do?

He might not necessarily believe it,

but being a careful and sharp person, he would definitely try to verify it.

Yu Xifeng obviously couldn’t withstand careful scrutiny.

Where had her RV gone?

She had made deals with people, traded rice for pork.

Although done secretly, it might still be found out.

Where the rice came from and where the pork went.

She couldn’t let Yang Sizhu run around and talk nonsense.

Only the dead can keep secrets.

And the sooner the better.

Zhang Qiu came out of the house, overhearing Yu Xifeng talking with Old Man Cai.

“Old man, I see your grandson’s forehead is dark, there will be blood disasters soon. Help me out, I’ll break his calamity for you.”

Zhang Qiu: “…”

When Yu Xifeng came out of the public restroom in Zone 2, she was a changed person.

Her clothes were tattered, her hair fully silvered, and her face carried a deathly pallor.

She lowered her head and shakily walked out.

At the junction between Zone 2 and 3, she saw that mother and daughter pair.

They couldn’t go back to Zone 8 anymore, only able to wander in the underground shelters.

Yu Xifeng followed them.

Xu Qingrou, carrying Yang Sizhu, was also trying to avoid crowded and conspicuous places.

This aligned with Yu Xifeng’s own plan.

At first glance, Yu Xifeng looked like just an old woman.

Xu Qingrou didn’t think she was a threat and even took the initiative to approach.

In the shadow of a pillar corner, a blind spot of the camera,

Yu Xifeng suddenly reached out and grabbed Xu Qingrou.

In the blink of an eye, Xu Qingrou disappeared in front of Yang Sizhu’s eyes.

Yang Sizhu clearly saw the old woman’s face.

The shadows exaggerated the deep wrinkles—It was Yu Xifeng!

Yang Sizhu wanted to scream out loud.

Yu Xifeng’s hand was like an eagle’s claw, firmly gripping her neck.

The two vanished simultaneously from where they stood.

Xu Qingrou hadn’t yet understood what had happened.

Tall houses, roosters crowing, ducks quacking, mountain springs flowing,

fat fish jumping inside.

The air was filled with the scent of fruit.

On that mountain, there was so much grain, snowy white rice bags piled high, endless as far as the eye could see.

Even before the apocalypse, Xu Qingrou had never seen this amount.

She must be dreaming.

Until Yu Xifeng dragged Yang Sizhu out and appeared on the front yard.

Yu Xifeng straightened up, her silver wig half-fallen and thrown to the ground.

This was the first time Yu Xifeng had brought someone in.

These two seemed no different from the pigs raised inside the space.

Strange.

Only she needed to save up time every day.

What was this space all about?

Yu Xifeng shook the chaotic thoughts from her mind.

“Space, space, my space.” Yang Sizhu stared fascinated at everything in front of her.

“Why are there living things? Why can you come in?” Yang Sizhu murmured.

The space was in Yang Sizhu’s hands. Could it not be entered by living beings?

Well, saving up time now seemed more acceptable.

The space was Yu Xifeng’s domain. Anything could be moved at will, as long as she wanted.

It was just more mentally taxing to do often.

Yang Sizhu looked at everything inside the space, things that should have been hers!

But were stolen by Yu Xifeng, the little thief.

Xu Qingrou said, “Xiao Yu, you have such a treasure, why didn’t you tell your family earlier? They could’ve helped you…”

She couldn’t even finish her sentence.

With what she saw, Yu Xifeng didn’t need any help from them.

Xu Qingrou forced a smile. “Don’t worry, we won’t say a word about today.”

Yu Xifeng waited a little longer, seeing Yang Sizhu couldn’t say more about the dream.

She stepped forward.

Though she held nothing in her hand, Xu Qingrou was extremely nervous.

She stood in front of Yang Sizhu and shouted harshly, “What do you want?”

The Tang Dao sword instantly appeared in Yu Xifeng’s hand, piercing through Xu Qingrou’s heart.

Yu Xifeng withdrew the sword, blood dripping to the ground.

She softly said to Yang Sizhu, “You have a good mother.”