Ruthless Host and Her Little Darling Quick Transmigration

Chapter 256 Apocalypse 21

"Ding Dong"

Mu Lingqi rang the doorbell of another neighbor.

Li Nian'e's eyes were filled with shock. Being trampled underfoot and easily crushed was something she had never imagined. The more people she ate, the more she felt a surge of power, and tearing the little girl in front of her apart was no problem at all.

But why is this happening?

Li Nian'e's cheeks pounded against the ground with all her might, her fingers clenched and twisted outwards, but she couldn't budge the person above her even slightly.

Mu Lingxi let out a rare sigh.

Why be so impulsive? Can't we just sit down and talk things over?

His confidence and audacity must stem from something he's relying on. Is he some kind of lamb entering a wolf's den, tired of living, willingly offering himself up for food?

Did the apocalypse cause their brains to atrophy? Acting without thinking—what's the difference between them and brutes? Besides, someone as humble and talented as myself would never do something like delivering groceries to someone's door. Even using my left brain a little, I wouldn't easily draw such bizarre conclusions about the world's strange tilt.

The people beneath his feet were struggling fiercely.

After a moment of reflection, Mu Lingxi finally lowered her head to look at the people at her feet.

The woman's cheeks were sunken, and her already large eyes seemed about to pop out of their sockets. Her eyeballs rolled upwards desperately, as if in disbelief, or perhaps facing her father's killer. Her withered hands, veins bulging, scratched incessantly at the ground. Blood gushed from her fingers, adding to the frenzied, savage energy of this maniac. Completely gone was the feigned gentle, taciturn introverted persona she had presented when opening the door. But that persona was, after all, a facade she herself had created, lacking any real basis in historical accuracy.

"Click."

Mu Lingxi took out her phone from her spatial storage and captured the woman's ugly appearance in a photo.

"Look at this, this is what you look like now." Mu Lingxi's voice came from above, it was hard to tell whether it was pity or something else, she just handed the phone to Li Nian'e.

The woman's aggressive movements suddenly subsided.

"This is me..."

The voice was very soft, as if in disbelief.

Ignoring her self-harmingly twisted fingernails, Li Nian'e took the phone from Mu Lingxi's hand, smearing the screen with ink.

Blood streamed down his clenched fingers, across the screen, and splashed onto the ground, mixing with the blood already there.

Li Nian'e completely ignored it, staring intently at the photos on her phone.

Was that woman, who looked like a demon, herself?

Wasn't she a stunning beauty with some looks? How did she end up like this?

Li Nian'e blinked gently to make sure it wasn't a hallucination.

The face being trampled underfoot was grinning and terrifying, clearly reflected in Li Nian'e's eyes, remaining there no matter how many times she blinked.

The glare from the phone screen stung my eyes, making them sting. Then, large tears streamed down my nose, hitting the ground and quickly wetting a large area.

My wide-open eyes were filled with confusion; the world before me went from clear to blurry, and then from blurry to clear again.

Li Nian'e just stared blankly, motionless.

Is this repentance?

It looks pretty bad.

When he came to his senses, he realized he had already killed his entire family. He was still in this state, neither human nor ghost.

How agonizing it must be to live alone in this world all the time?

Mu Lingxi silently withdrew her foot, offering a dry word of comfort: "You're just sick. If you can control yourself, you might be able to go back to how you were before."

That's not convincing at all!

What's the difference between saying this and not saying it?

Moreover, the world is about to be destroyed, so talking about going back to the past is nothing but self-deception.

Mu Lingqi moved her lips, lowered her eyelids, and quietly left the courtyard.

What is there to regret about a person who killed his entire family, not even sparing his two children?

Is it remorse for the deaths of her family? Then she should have died with them!

As Mu Lingxi left the courtyard, she realized that she was the only one left at her neighbor's house, and suddenly it dawned on her.

Indeed, people shouldn't act on emotion; it's easy to lose your head.

She felt nothing when she killed her husband's family, nor when she ate her two children. But when she saw herself, neither human nor ghost, she remembered that she was originally a human being.

That's absolutely inhuman!

A typical egoist! Even if others are willing to live or die for her and give everything for her, she can only see her own temporary gains and losses.

Mu Lingqi grew angrier the more she thought about it, angry at herself for not seeing things clearly, and angry at that person for being such a performer. Perhaps feeling that she couldn't escape her fate, she staged a performance to soften her heart.

Mu Lingxi stood outside the courtyard, wanting to turn back and reclaim her comfort.

What's the point of talking about feelings with a wild beast?

but……

Just as he was about to make a move, the image of the woman's eyes filled with the deepest sorrow of despair, her tears soaking the ground, mingled with the blood of that time, appeared before his eyes—a truly tragic scene.

So, would a wild beast restrain its emotions and put on a show for itself?

With her head down, Mu Lingqi was caught in a dilemma. In the end, she quickened her pace to avoid seeing or worrying about the problem.

Whatever, I don't care anymore! Why is this so annoying?

Would such a selfish woman really commit suicide?

Even if she tries to fight back, she can't escape this world. What's there to worry about?

Humanity sows the seeds, and humanity must reap the bitter fruit; no one can be blamed.

Mu Lingqi was walking with her head down when she suddenly bumped into a wall of flesh.

You thought it was a hug? Woman, you've successfully caught my attention.

In reality, he was a young man in his early twenties who was knocked to the ground with a light, frail motion, as if he had kidney deficiency.

"I'm sorry, are you okay?"

Despite her obsessive-compulsive disorder, Mu Lingxi still reached out to help the person up. After all, she was the one who was in the wrong for not watching where she was going.

"Ruiguang, are you alright?"

Before Mu Lingxi could help the person up, a girl in a pink dress stepped in front of her and helped the person up first.

Mu Lingxi withdrew her hand almost immediately.

This girl is quite possessive of her food.

"Ou Weiyang, what are you doing? Still standing there! Didn't you see your good brother fall down?"

"Oh...oh!" He knew his roommate well. Despite his refined appearance and boyish looks, once he took off his shirt, he was a muscular man with eight-pack abs and a body as strong as an ox. In all the time his classmates had known him, he'd never seen him sick once, and his strength was astounding.

It's rare to see a good brother act like a delicate flower, so fragile. Ou Weiyang was stunned for a moment, unable to react for quite some time, so much so that he didn't immediately notice that something was wrong with his girlfriend.

He cares too much about his brother.

"How badly did you fall? Can you stand up? If you've hurt yourself, your aunt will be very upset."

Liao Huanhuan seemed to have thought of something, and turned her head to glare fiercely at Mu Lingxi.

"And you! Don't even think about getting away; there are security cameras around here."

Mu Lingxi walked past Liao Huanhuan and looked behind her.

"Don't worry, I won't leave."