The four members of the Nan family, holding machetes, chased after them, but when they saw Nan Muran and Tank, they froze in fear and dared not move.

Today, they had heard from people in the building that last night, Nan Muran single-handedly killed 24 members of the security team. She was like a demon that had crawled out of hell—absolutely someone not to be provoked.

Nan Muran glanced at them indifferently before dragging Tank upstairs.

Behind them came the sounds of painful sobbing, followed by noisy curses and dragging noises.

It had been almost two months since the apocalypse began, and death had become the easiest punishment.

Back in the apartment, Nan Muran sat on the sofa for a long time. Was this outcome cruel to the old lady of the Nan family? Yes, it was cruel.

But she still had no hesitation, and she would never regret it. Perhaps in her previous life, she had struggled too much in the apocalypse, witnessing the collapse of humanity, people devouring one another, and her heart had long since turned into an unbreakable block of ice.

She stood up, gathered everything into her space, and the entire top-floor apartment, aside from the basic furnishings, was left empty.

Finally, she took one last look at the home she had lived in for so long, locked the door, and headed straight for the twelfth floor with Tank.

The moment the apartment door on the twelfth floor was opened from the outside, the four members of the Nan family, who had been trembling with fear, were now plunged into the panic and unease after committing murder.

They froze when they saw Nan Muran appear in the living room.

“Nan Muran, what do you want to do?” Nan Muting looked at her in fear, with no other emotions remaining.

Nan Muran’s gaze fell on the messy dining table behind them.

By this time, Old Lady Nan had already died. Her frail body had been dismembered on the table. Her head remained, her eyes wide open in disbelief, as if unable to accept what she was seeing.

This once arrogant old lady, who had been so loved by her descendants, had been brutally murdered by the ones she cherished the most, ending with her eyes wide open in death.

“Only one of you can survive.” Nan Muran looked at the four members of the Nan family and spoke coldly.

She was inexplicably curious to know just how far these four could go, devoid of humanity when it came to their own blood relatives.

“Nan Muran, are you crazy?” Nan Muran’s aunt shouted at her.

Nan Muran looked at them indifferently. “If you don’t make a decision yourselves, by the time I act, none of you will survive.”

“Nan Muran, you devil, why are you doing this to us?” Nan Muting was almost driven mad.

Nan Muran couldn’t be bothered to argue with her, her tone like a blade of ice. “Maybe it’s a grudge that has accumulated over several lifetimes. Now, the countdown begins: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6…”

The four members of the Nan family looked at each other, wanting to rush forward and kill this crazy woman.

Nan Muran responded to their intentions directly. She took out a pistol, playing with it in her hands, and continued counting down.

“Time’s up.”

“You… uh…” As Nan Muran’s voice fell, Nan Muran’s aunt, who had planned to curse her, suddenly had a machete appear in her abdomen.

She looked in disbelief at the bleeding blade and then at her husband, who was staring at her with bloodshot eyes. “W-why…?”

“I’m sorry, wife… I have to survive.” Nan Ping cried as he looked at his fallen wife, as if he hadn’t been the one to kill her.

“Mom, Dad, are you crazy? You…” On the other side of the table, Nan Muran’s younger brother, Nan Mufang, didn’t have time to finish his sentence.

Because a similar knife, wielded by his beloved younger sister Nan Muting, had been driven into his body from behind.

Seeing Nan Ping and his daughter being the first to strike, Nan Muran wasn’t surprised.

She had initially thought they would be cruel to her, an outsider, but it turned out that, in the face of their own flesh and blood, they were just as devoid of humanity.

Nan Muran smiled coldly, taking a step back to give them enough room to fight each other.

Nan Muting and Nan Ping exchanged a glance and, with tacit understanding, rushed toward the bedroom closest to the dining room.

But just as they got close, the bedroom door suddenly slammed shut, injuring their noses, and they heard the sound of the lock being engaged from the inside.

The eerie scene shocked them both. “Ah… there’s a ghost…”

“How can you monsters fear ghosts? Even ghosts would find it laughable,” Nan Muran mocked.

“I already said, only one of you can live.”

Nan Muting stared fearfully at Nan Muran. “You’re not Nan Muran. Who are you?”

“I’m a demon, so don’t think for a second that you can escape,” Nan Muran calmly reminded her.

No need for Nan Muting to answer. Nan Ping, having understood the situation, made the first decision. Without hesitation, he aimed his knife at Nan Muting.

Nan Muting nearly leaped up, bursting with energy. “Nan Ping, do you have no conscience? If I didn’t go out every day and exchange my body for things, could you have survived until now?”

“Sorry, daughter. I want to live too,” Nan Ping spoke with a vicious tone. Though he still had tears in his eyes, the earlier expression of crying had completely disappeared.

“Someone like you doesn’t deserve to live,” Nan Muting sneered as she raised her knife.

The two began to chase each other around the large dining table. They went back and forth, chasing with great speed, until they were both panting but still didn’t stop.

Bored watching from the side, Nan Muran subtly moved her finger. Nan Ping, running in front, suddenly collapsed, his face smashing onto the ground.

Nan Muting, who was chasing him, saw this and immediately took the opportunity to step forward, plunging the knife into his back.

As she saw the knife just as Nan Ping turned over, piercing his right chest, she couldn’t help but let out an arrogant laugh.

But a moment later, her laughter froze on her face. Looking down, she realized that at some point, Nan Ping’s knife had been lodged in her abdomen.

Nan Muran watched as Nan Muting struggled to sit up, and even kindly helped her. “Nan Muting, you really are impressive.”

“Don’t worry, I keep my word. I won’t kill you.”

“Ranfan, save me, I need medicine…” Nan Muting tried to grab onto Nan Muran’s pant leg but failed.

Nan Muran sneered. “You should stay here, with your family, until the end.”

After leaving the apartment building, Nan Muran only glanced back faintly, knowing that she would never return.

When they arrived at the mountain villa, it was already midnight. As soon as Nan Muran stopped the car, Tank started barking frantically.

In the range of the headlights, dark figures appeared in the pitch-black rainy night.

Inside the villa, White Rose, who had been monitoring the cameras, looked pale. “Jia Wu, Ranfan is back.”

Jia Wu, who had been loading his gun, immediately moved to the front door without hesitation.

The figures pacing in front of the villa were still wondering if the villa existed when they saw Nan Muran step down from the SUV in the distance.