He Mingxuan was digging a hole.
There were many holes here, and the number buried was not few.
Human lives were as worthless as weeds, not worth mentioning.
He looked at Miao Yan lying on the ground, very weak, with blood on the corners of her mouth, clearly having suffered inhuman abuse.
For him, it was truly heartbreaking—these people were truly twisted, not human. He, He Mingxuan, might rant and spit, talk big and talk flowers, but had never thought of beating a woman to such a state with his own hands.
Honestly, he knew Miao Yan was a good person, one of the few good ones in this apocalyptic world. If she were a bad woman, he wouldn’t have said much, at most just one word:
He Mingxuan, with a cigarette in his mouth, dug the soil while saying, "Hold on yourself, it’s better you take care of your brother yourself. When I bury you later, I will leave a gap for breathing. I’m no hero, nor a good person, just thanks for saving me and bringing me back to prison, giving me my first meal."
The weak Miao Yan looked at He Mingxuan, as if saying thank you.
In the distance, on the second floor, Brother Long leaned on the railing, smoking a cigarette, watching busy He Mingxuan, and couldn’t help but smile. Indeed, such tiring work was best left to the fatty. He lived well in prison, hanging out with Brother Yong, without worries about food and drink—very comfortable.
He knew He Mingxuan and Sun Neng had their little secrets.
Otherwise, just this fatty, at most a cannon fodder, could never become so-called squad leader.
He Mingxuan dragged Miao Yan into the hole, shovel in hand, burying the dirt efficiently, without any pause.
Supervisor Brother Long watched with satisfaction, stamped out his cigarette, and turned to leave.
The working He Mingxuan pretended to wipe sweat, not seeing Supervisor Brother Long, increased the pace of burying, leaving a gap for Miao Yan to breathe.
Without saying much, he picked up his shovel and left.
"Brother Mingxuan, where’s my sister? They said she died..." Miao Yi ran up to He Mingxuan, head tilted up, eyes red and brimming with tears.
The surrounding survivors watched as He Mingxuan emotionlessly said, "She’s dead, I buried her."
Miao Yi opened his mouth; for his young age, hearing the beloved Brother Mingxuan say he had buried his sister was cruel, horrifying.
He ran crazily outside, wanting to dig his sister out.
He Mingxuan grabbed him, hoisting him up in front of him, glaring fiercely, "Your sister is already dead. She was buried by me. What else are you looking for?"
"Let me go, I want to find my sister." Miao Yi struggled.
He Mingxuan delivered two heavy slaps to Miao Yi, causing his mouth to bleed, "Find your mom, your sister is already dead, buried by me. Keep acting up, and I’ll beat you to death."
He looked fierce—surrounding survivors trembled with fright. They were no longer the naive people from the beginning of the apocalypse, thinking everyone was human and daring each other to act. Now they understood, the apocalypse was truly dark, human lives were worthless, and to survive, they had to be as lowly as worms.
"No, I want my sister." Miao Yi depended on Miao Yan for life, even being threatened by He Mingxuan, he still ignored the warnings, "Bad man, you are a bad man."
"Fuck, see how I beat you to death." He Mingxuan fiercely slapped Miao Yi across the face, then dragged him toward the back toward the abandoned warehouse, "See how I deal with you."
Watching He Mingxuan’s departing back.
The meek survivors whispered among themselves.
"What a vicious guy, absolutely inhuman."
"Yeah, that kid always called him Brother Mingxuan, and he ended up burying his own sister."
"Don’t provoke him, this guy somehow got lucky, became our leader. Following him to find supplies, I’m scared he’ll just step on the accelerator and leave us all behind."
In the abandoned warehouse.
Filled with various trash.
No one would come here.
Miao Yi struggled, looking at He Mingxuan desperately and angrily, he kept calling Brother Mingxuan, only to end up burying his own sister.
He Mingxuan looked around, dragged Miao Yi to a corner, hands on his shoulders, "Listen, you listen to me, your sister’s not dead. If you don’t want anything bad happening to her, just pretend you don’t know anything, and cry here in a moment. Don’t act like nothing is wrong. From now on, I’m not your Brother Mingxuan, you should hold a seething hatred for me, do you hear me?"
Miao Yi stared blankly at He Mingxuan, sobbing, his nose sniffing in and out.
He Mingxuan shook his shoulders, lowly saying, "Did you hear me clearly? If you don’t want your sister truly dead, then act as if you have no sister, got it?"
"Hmm, I heard clearly, Brother Mingxuan, when can I see my sister?"
"Don’t think about it, don’t ask, it’s not the time yet. If you show any slip, then your sister must die, and I’ll die too."
He Mingxuan really didn’t want to put himself in jeopardy.
He just wanted to survive.
But his heart was shaken, this damn shaking really pained him, clearly without so much nonsense, but because of the shaking, danger loomed over.
He knew Chen Zhiyong was ruthless. Since the apocalypse began, so-called morals and ethics had vanished into thin air. Looking at those buried holes, one could tell how many survivors had been killed.
The night was deep and silent.
In the prison, a shadowy figure sneaked to the place where the holes had been dug during the day, scanning the surroundings to ensure no one was there, pulled the person out of the hole, then reburied the dirt, carrying the shadowy figure hastily away.