In the apocalypse of natural disaster, I am reborn to stock up and win

Song Jinhe smiled but did not answer. She had seen many bloody scenes in her previous life, and she had seen them all, no matter how disgusting they were. The scene just now had no impact on her.

"I usually like to watch gory horror movies and the like. Come on, eat quickly, and go back to the house to rest. I'm still busy tonight."

She changed the topic, and the two of them reached a tacit understanding and did not mention the matter again. They stayed in the house until dark before setting off with the rubber boat.

Song's house is not far from the city center and can be reached in half an hour, so it doesn't take much effort.

Song Jinhe originally wanted to deal with them when the order became more chaotic, so that these people would suffer more, but he was always a little afraid that someone would get there first.

This group of ruthless people must die in her hands, otherwise it will be considered an advantage for them.

The heavy rain was still falling, and the two of them, wearing raincoats and rain boots, rowed the rubber boat in perfect harmony. The ripples of the rain covered their whereabouts, as if no one had ever passed by.

It was terrifyingly dark, and the strong wind whipped by and stirred up layers of waves. Even the rubber boat was shaking a little. They had to speed up and finally arrived at the community where the Song family was located.

The terrain of this community is a bit low, so the third floor has been completely submerged. However, the Song family is located on the ninth floor, so it has not been affected at all.

The two people put away the rubber boat and went upstairs one after another. The water stains on their bodies spread on the stairs, bringing a damp smell.

There was a knock on the security door, and the three knocks were particularly clear in the silent night.

Because of the power outage, nothing could be seen through the peephole, and only the knocking on the door could be heard from the darkness, which made one's hair stand on end.

"Who? Who?"

Liu Cuiyan's voice came from inside the house, her tone trembling with fear, and she didn't dare to get too close to the door.

Song Yuan heard the sound and came over, but heard a familiar voice.

"It's me, I'm here to deliver fever-reducing medicine."

The two of them woke up instantly. Song Yuan raised a proud smile and came to the door with a curse and opened the locked security door.

"You fucking know how to get back here? Let me break your legs!"

After he opened the door, he wanted to grab Song Jinhe and do it directly. His eyes were closed by the bright light of the flashlight. The next moment, he was pushed in, and the security door clicked and was locked from inside the house.

Song Jinhe turned on the flashlight and hung it on the wall. The room was instantly bright and he could see everyone's faces.

Song Yuan frowned when he noticed Cheng Qianhuai's presence, looked him up and down a few times before speaking disdainfully to Song Jinhe.

"If you don't come here to deliver medicine these days, you'll be hanging out with this pretty boy, right?"

Cheng Qianhuai frowned, but still stood behind Song Jinhe without saying a word and did not take any action.

Today is her home court, he can only be a bystander and cannot participate.

Old Mrs. Song walked out of the house wrapped in a large flowered coat. Traces of acrimony could still be seen on her face covered with age spots. The first time she saw Song Jinhe, she held up a cane and wanted to hit her.

"You're a money loser who's made our Goddess have a fever and no medicine to take. Get the anti-fever medicine quickly! Let's see if I don't let your dad break your legs!"

Song Jinhe chuckled, grabbed the crutch and knocked Old Mrs. Song to the ground, and then hit her hard on the back several times.

"You've been beating me with a cane since I was a kid. How about you try this for yourself now?"

Old Mrs. Song was in so much pain that she couldn't even speak. Her entire face was bruised and she was so painful and angry that she almost suffocated to death.

Song Yuan was furious when he saw his old mother being beaten by a weak daughter. He stepped forward and was about to pull Song Jinhe away, but she stabbed her directly in the lower abdomen with a dagger, causing blood to flow out.

"You rebellious girl! What do you want to do!"

He inhaled in pain, fell on the sofa and trembled, covering the wound, his lips turning blue and white instantly.

Song Jinhe didn't care. He took out a tablet of antipyretic medicine from his backpack and waved it in front of Song Yuan.

When Liu Cuiyan saw the medicine, she immediately came over to grab it, but Song Jinhe took a few steps back with threatening eyes. She opened her mouth but did not dare to make any next move.

Thunder exploded with a roar, and Song Jinhe stood there holding the dagger, like an evil ghost coming to seek his life.

"Song Yuan, how about you choose between your mother and this mistress? The one you choose will survive, and the other one will die."

Song Yuan's face turned pale: "What did you say? Song Jinhe, are you going to break the law? Believe it or not, I will call the police to arrest you! You murderer! I want you to go to jail!"

Song Jinhe frowned: "You choose or not, if you don't choose, both of you will die."

After saying that, she squatted down and put the dagger against Mrs. Song's neck. With a slight exertion on her wrist, a gash was opened in the fragile neck, and black and red blood flowed out.

Song Yuan understood now that Song Jinhe was really not joking.

"Son! Son, please save mom!"

Old Mrs. Song screamed hoarsely, almost fainting from the smell of her own blood.

When Liu Cuiyan saw something was wrong, she immediately turned around and rushed out the door, but was blocked by Cheng Qianhuai.

Song Yuan swallowed: "I choose your grandma, please let her go!"

Song Jinhe nodded with satisfaction: "This is so good."

Then he took a few steps forward, pulled Liu Cuiyan's hair, and inserted the tip of the knife directly into her heart.

"Song Yuan, you..."

Liu Cuiyan widened her eyes and wanted to scold Song Yuan angrily, but she became silent the next moment.

Song Yuan's painful forehead broke into cold sweat: "Is it okay now? You killed Liu Cuiyan to avenge your mother. Now leave my house quickly."

Song Jinhe shook his head with regret: "It's not over yet. Which one do you choose between the antipyretic medicine that can save my son's life and this old lady?"

Song Yuan's pupils shrank suddenly: "Song Jinhe, what do you mean? Don't go too far, you will go to jail!"

Song Jinhe turned a deaf ear and waved the antipyretic medicine in his hand and said, "Strangle this old lady to death with your own hands, and I will give you the antipyretic medicine and let you save your precious son, the only Miaomiao of the old Song family. How about that?"

Take your pick, it's up to you. "

Old Mrs. Song was lying on the ground twitching feebly, but Song Jinhe smiled: "Don't you love your precious grandson the most?

Aren't you willing to give up everything for him? Then you can commit suicide. As long as you die, I will give Song Tianci antipyretic medicine. How about that? "

Old Mrs. Song's eyes were full of fear of death. She grabbed the smooth tiles on the floor and subconsciously moved farther away from Song Jinhe.

Song Jinhe smiled sarcastically: "Look, you don't love your precious grandson very much. You can harm others for him, but you are not willing to sacrifice yourself for him.

Isn't he your sweetheart? Isn't it the only Miaomiao of the old Song family? Please save him quickly. If you die, he will have medicine. "

Lightning tore open the night sky and cast a bright light on Song Jinhe's face, illuminating the dried blood on her face.

Song Yuan sat on the sofa tremblingly, his clothes wet with blood, he opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

Song Jinhe said that his whole family would suffer a terrible death. No matter how he chose or who he chose, the result would be the same in the end.

None of them can escape.