After leaving Tan Wanwan’s house, Yu Xifeng returned to her home and sat on the couch for a while.

She had seen worse in Lin Mansion—“rivers of blood” would not be an exaggeration.

In her past life, she had come across more than a few hideouts where people feasted on “two-legged sheep.”

But those had nothing to do with her.

Though shocking, they never made her dwell on them.

Tan Wanwan, however, had some connection to her. However faint, it was real.

Yu Xifeng thought of Tan Wanwan’s mother—a shrewd woman, who followed her husband around for construction work and had placed high hopes on her daughter.

Yu Xifeng couldn’t help but feel regret.

From the moment Tan Wanwan took in Chen Caifeng and Ma Tian, in a way, her fate had already been sealed.

Ma Tian had moved into the corridor.

For two days in a row, Yu Xifeng had seen through the surveillance cameras that Ma Tian was lingering outside her door.

He still had his eyes on the “fat meat” on the 15th floor.

A young woman living alone, with so much food.

Sister Yun was so disturbed by him that she couldn’t sleep at night.

That day, Yu Xifeng broke from her routine and left her apartment.

She declined Sister Yun and Hu Qiangyong’s invitation and set off alone in a kayak, leaving the neighborhood.

This time, her target was the villa district behind Tianwu Road.

The villas were built along the mountainside, and many high-ground structures remained intact.

Despite the floods, it was clear the scenery here had once been beautiful.

The gates were open, the interior in disarray.

Others had already been here.

The leather sofa in the living room was of excellent quality, soft to the touch.

Yu Xifeng touched it once, then stored it in her space.

Many ornaments appeared valuable, but nobody cared for them. The intruders had only emptied out the warehouse and kitchen.

Yu Xifeng tossed a wooden carving into her space.

The spatial fluctuation confirmed it was a good item.

A jade Buddha, Su embroidery, even the hanging paintings—she took them all to test in the space.

The jade Buddha was real, the embroidery had some use, the painting turned out to be worthless.

In the storage room, she found unopened bedding sets and even two functioning generators.

She packed them into her space.

The walk-in closet in the bedroom truly amazed her.

Bags, clothes, shoes—it looked like a full-on exhibition, filling two entire rooms.

Yu Xifeng spared them only a few glances before grabbing the toilet paper from the shelves.

In the other side of the villa, she collected an elegant-looking set of solid wood furniture and a handmade bamboo recliner.

She was planning to set up a bedroom and living room inside her space.

With what she’d accumulated over time, she could now stay in the space for nearly three days and nights.

While not suitable for permanent living, it was more than enough for emergencies.

On her way back, Yu Xifeng disposed of a corpse in the space.

It was the first person she’d killed—back when she went to the supermarket with Sister Yun. That man had tried to steal her kayak.

After this trip, she peeled two tea eggs for a snack and had a bowl of beef over rice for lunch.

On the mountaintop, the trees were still lush.

The leaves rustled.

Startled, Yu Xifeng’s hand immediately reached for the gun at her waist.

A brightly colored rooster shook out its feathers and emerged from the grass.

Yu Xifeng was both surprised and delighted.

A chicken—alive.

It must’ve been someone’s pet, probably let loose before they fled.

Since it was here, there was no reason to let it go.

She lightened her steps and, to lure the rooster, pulled out a handful of rice from her space, scattering it while slowly retreating.

The rooster hesitated, but eventually followed.

Pecking with its head lowered.

Just as it was absorbed in eating, Yu Xifeng struck quickly and grabbed it.

Cluck-cluck!

It flapped its wings wildly, claws digging into her wrist, almost breaking free.

A flash of white light—and the rooster was stored in her space.

Yu Xifeng breathed a sigh of relief.

Inside, the rooster hopped around wildly.

Fish bobbed in the water, bubbling up to the surface.

Yu Xifeng could feel it—the space was nearing its limit for storing living creatures.

Living things consumed a significant amount of energy.

That’s why she could only stay inside for limited periods, and the soil in the flower bed wasn’t enough to plant much.

Though there was dirt on the slope, the transplanted jujube tree hadn’t grown at all.

To house more living beings or stay inside longer, the space needed to be upgraded.

She needed to find more antiques.

She held onto that thought and continued searching the area. Half an hour later, she caught a hen behind an earthen slope.

Even better, the hen had hatched two fluffy chicks.

The hen was far more aggressive—clearly hostile toward Yu Xifeng.

She got a painful peck on the webbing of her thumb before she could store the fierce, protective mother in her space.

With the hen inside, the space seemed to hit its threshold.

No matter what she tried, the two chicks wouldn’t go in.

Yu Xifeng looked at them. She couldn’t bear to just leave them behind.

Chicks grow into chickens. They could lay eggs or become food.

Compared to raising fish, this seemed more profitable.

Decision made, Yu Xifeng confirmed no one was nearby and slipped into her space.

She had to kill some fish to make room for the chicks.

Inside the space, the hen hadn’t yet figured out what had happened. When it saw Yu Xifeng—the one who separated it from its babies—it went berserk.

Seeing the enemy, it screeched and leapt two meters into the air, flinging itself at Yu Xifeng’s face.

Yu Xifeng ran around trying to avoid it, looking thoroughly disheveled.

Grabbing fistfuls of feathers, she half-joked to herself—next time she meets an enemy, she’s letting this attack-hen loose on them.

It took quite a bit of effort to lock the hen in a room.

With her hands finally free, Yu Xifeng turned to the fish.

Her method of killing was crude but effective:

Smash them against the ground.

The flooring on the front porch was made of some bright, asphalt-like material—firm underfoot.

After smashing three six-jin grass carp to death, she figured it was enough.

She went back out and brought in the chicks. Only then did the hen finally calm down.

She gathered her chicks under her wings, grooming their feathers and ignoring Yu Xifeng completely. Then she strutted off to inspect the backyard like a general.

Yu Xifeng thought about building a chicken coop in the yard.

By the time she returned to the neighborhood, it was already dark.

Outside the residential buildings, water rippled faintly.

In the shadows, figures with ill intentions moved faintly.

Yu Xifeng’s lips curved slightly.

In her past life, Ma Tian had partnered with others to ambush people at the neighborhood entrance.

He’d chosen a cunning position—right in a blind spot.

Today, Yu Xifeng had deliberately gone out alone. On her way back, she even tied three of the freshly killed fish onto her kayak, their phosphorescent scales gleaming.

Ma Tian didn’t disappoint.

Yu Xifeng acted as if she hadn’t noticed anything and continued paddling into the neighborhood.

In the darkness, Ma Tian’s eyes gleamed with greed and malice.

What did it feel like to kill someone?

He licked his lips.

Before the apocalypse, he hadn’t even killed a chicken.

But the moment the knife plunged into a human body, when blood gushed out and life drained away—

Even the fiercest resistance would eventually vanish, leaving the victim at his mercy.

He had followed Brother Yuan and had long wanted to conquer the thorny beauty Yu Xifeng.

But for some reason, Brother Yuan had suddenly disappeared.

That’s the only reason this woman was still alive today.