Ruthless Host and Her Little Darling Quick Transmigration

Chapter 237 Apocalypse 2

A creature was rapidly approaching from behind, and Qin Baobao quickly turned around.

An old woman appeared before them, her face covered in blood, drops of blood dripping from her chin to the ground. Her cloudy eyes gleamed with an inexplicable light, and coupled with her expressionless face, gave off a chilling feeling.

But no matter how frightening it was, the person in front of me still looked like a human being. There was no decay, no maggots, and no unbearable stench. It was a living, breathing person who could speak.

"Young lady, what are you doing here?" The old woman stopped in her tracks, the light in her eyes slowly fading, and she regained her composure and became calm.

Qin Baobao did not answer the other person's question, but simply looked the person up and down, finally fixing her gaze on the bloody rabbit in the old woman's hand.

The rabbit's neck was torn open, its eyes staring wide-eyed and motionless. When the two stared at each other, there was always a chilling, agonizing feeling of witnessing death.

Qin Baobao glanced at it only once before looking away. Her gaze was calm and unwavering.

"This is a rabbit from the kitchen. Clean it up, and we'll make braised rabbit tonight. The master and mistress both love it." The old woman waved the rabbit in her hand, confident and utterly disregarding the young girl in front of her. A flower in a greenhouse, growing under someone else's protection—what is there to fear?

The old woman's eyes never left Qin Baobao, staring intently, with a restless look in them.

Taking the rabbit from the kitchen outside to clean it up? That's quite a unique hobby.

Qin Baobao's gaze lingered on the other person's mouth for a moment, then looked into the old man's eyes, her expression indifferent and calm.

The old woman's arrogant yet malicious eyes flickered slightly, and she hesitated.

Is that nonchalant look because he has something to rely on? Or is it just ignorance?

"I still have some things to do in the kitchen, so I'll head back now." The old woman had seen that look before, and although it was only a fleeting glance, she dared not gamble.

He was a powerful man, incredibly wise, and insightful; it seemed there were no secrets in front of him.

That same look in her eyes that day has stayed with her ever since.

It penetrates the soul, leaving no place to hide.

The old woman lowered her head, bent her back, and, carrying the rabbit whose body was gradually stiffening, staggered step by step into the shadows behind the artificial hill.

Sure enough, even though the man's children aren't related by blood, they're not so simple. This family, stepping on everyone else, occupying the best resources, and being so clever, they practically leave no way for others to survive.

The old woman stroked her chin, recalling the sweet scent from just now, and couldn't help but have wild thoughts.

As long as you bring people down, there will always be opportunities.

The old woman glanced at the rabbit in her hand and suddenly lost interest.

He casually tossed the rabbit on the ground, took two steps forward, then turned around and picked it up again.

I promised to give the little lady an extra meal. Will she think of me when she sees this dish tonight?

The old woman's throat bobbed, and she couldn't help but let out a low, hoarse laugh. In broad daylight, it added an eerie and terrifying atmosphere to the beautiful manor.

After the old woman left, Qin Baobao went behind the artificial hill.

Scattered bloodstains gleamed on the ground, nothing else. It looked like it had been eaten raw; no wonder there were a few white hairs at the corners of its mouth.

Poor rabbit.

Qin Baobao withdrew her gaze and continued to wander aimlessly.

The place is very large, but there are very few people.

Besides the original owner's family of three, there was only a cook and the old woman from before.

That immortal lord must have known some inside information, which is why he chose such a sparsely populated place.

Qin Baobao went up to a pavilion on the water, and the little fish in the water became active again. They leaped up and then fell back into the water, making a constant splashing sound, like a heavy rain, which was quite strange.

Qin Baobao closed her eyes and listened quietly, experiencing a tranquility akin to listening to the rain in a pavilion. It was a pity she couldn't write a breathtaking poem about listening to the rain like the ancients, one that was either lingering and melancholic, or carefree and unrestrained, a poem about a life of contentment.

"Slap, slap slap slap."

Something fell at Qin Baobao's feet and swayed closer and closer. A tiny life, radiating a faint light.

Qin Baobao bent slightly, resting her arms on her legs, and looked back through her spread legs. A small fish, covered in dust and dirt, was jumping around, its belly heaving as if it were resting or gathering strength.

Qin Baobao stood up, held onto the railing, and looked down.

The little fish continued to jump happily, and seemed even more frantic when it saw her.

Do fish see with their eyes? Qin Baobao has never cooked fish, so she doesn't know.

A few fish, whether lucky or unlucky, jumped onto the pavilion, thrashed around a few times, and then lay down on the dirty ground. Their bright red scales were covered in dust, their bellies heaving as they gasped for breath and struggled desperately.

Qin Baobao didn't overflow with compassion to save them; she simply watched indifferently. She watched them go mad, watched them fall one after another, losing their lives.

Qin Baobao stood up and left.

Although she was curious, she wasn't very curious. Mainly, her fastidiousness overcame her curiosity; the fact that it was suppressed shows that Qin Baobao wasn't that interested.

It's almost time.

When Qin Baobao returned to the living room, she indeed did not see the perfect couple there.

The dining table had been cleaned spotlessly by the robot, and the sunlight reflected off the surface.

Qin Baobao chose a room on the first floor. The room contained a bed with clean, soft, royal blue sheets. Qin Baobao settled into a comfortable position and lay down, intending to have a proper conversation with the original owner of the body. There was no other way; the patriarch was watching her closely from above…

Thinking of those unreliable parents, Qin Baobao paused for a moment, deciding to assume they were just watching her closely; otherwise, the original owner of this body would have been too miserable.

Qin Baobao was somewhat surprised when she first saw the original owner of the body. As the offspring of those two, the original owner wasn't particularly outstanding in appearance. In Qin Baobao's eyes, the original owner was even quite ordinary-looking. With her soft, round face and feigned composure when she looked over, she gave off a very naive and easily bullied impression.

It's understandable that the woman would call her "baby".

The thought of sharing the same name with the other person made Qin Baobao feel a little uncomfortable.

How can someone as powerful and domineering as myself, capable of taking down ten whiny girls with a single punch, share the same name as a soft-hearted bun?

Moreover, the nonsensical story that was inexplicably assigned to him, and the origin of the name "Immortal Lord Qin," both disgusted him.

Qin Baobao firmly believes that she needs to change her name.

"Hello, hello, can you hear me? Answer me if you hear me. Who are you? Where is this? Why am I here?"

"Could it be a language barrier?"

"You can hear me even if we don't speak the same language, right?" Why isn't there any response?

Mo Qing approached little by little, and finally lay down directly on the barrier.

"Could it be that the sound is blocked and you can't hear it?" Mo Qing stared at the person opposite her, let's just call her a person for now.

"Are you Ultraman, here to save the world? I've heard that Ultraman grows in light, but your outfit doesn't quite look like it."

Mo Qing suddenly widened her eyes. "You're not a demon, are you? Father Mu said it's not peaceful outside and told us not to go out. I've been on this mountain for six months now."

"By the way, could you tone down that light around you? I can't even see what you look like."

Qin Baobao watched the other person ramble on, unsure how to interject. What can a quiet person do when faced with a natural chatterbox?

"You finally saw me!" Mo Qing's eyes shone with surprise.