Transmigrated Into an Ancient Famine Novel as a Scumbag Alpha (ABO, GL) - Chapter 13

Chapter 13

The tall man gave the shorter one a look, and the shorter man charged at Ye Qing with his wooden stick.

With a swing of her right hand, Ye Qing’s knife sliced through the stick. She kicked the shorter man, sending him sprawling, unable to get up.

Seeing Ye Qing’s skill, the tall man grew wary. He pointed his long stick at her, testing her.

Ye Qing’s reflexes were far beyond average. In the apocalypse, a moment’s hesitation meant being devoured by zombies—she wouldn’t have survived a decade otherwise.

As the tall man probed, Ye Qing’s knife flashed, cutting his meter-long stick in half.

The tall man stepped back, startled, but still believed they had the upper hand. He figured women, even female Qianyuan, were soft-hearted and wouldn’t dare kill despite holding a knife.

Then Ye Qing spoke, addressing Jiang Jinhuang. “Jinhuang, cover Yangyang’s eyes.”

Jiang Jinhuang opened her mouth but said nothing. Still weak from the tobacco scent’s suppression, she barely managed to cover Jiang Jinyang’s eyes.

The little one didn’t ask why, obediently staying in her sister’s arms, not causing trouble.

The tall man sneered at Ye Qing’s words. “What, you really think you can kill us? I could stand here and let you swing, and you wouldn’t dare touch me.”

Ye Qing didn’t respond. She stepped forward, raising her knife with her right hand. The tall man instinctively blocked with his stick, but Ye Qing used full force.

Her blade snapped the stick and kept going, slicing into the tall man’s left shoulder. Bl00d gushed out.

He collapsed, clutching the wound, screaming, “Ah, you—you actually dared?”

His face paled, sweat beading on his forehead. Ye Qing hadn’t held back; the deep, long cut bled heavily, pooling on the floor. He grew weaker by the moment.

The shorter man froze, terrified. When Ye Qing turned to him, he dropped to his knees. “Spare me, miss! I was wrong, I swear! I shouldn’t have broken in. Please let me go!”

Sweating profusely, he begged. Ye Qing looked at him coldly. “Get out of the room.”

“Huh?” The shorter man hesitated.

Ye Qing’s patience thinned. “Out. I don’t like repeating myself.”

“Okay, okay!” Too scared to stand, he crawled out, legs trembling, barely managing.

Ye Qing had seen such scum in the apocalypse. She usually dealt with them swiftly to prevent further harm and avoid trouble later.

As he crawled out, she followed. A scream echoed from the courtyard, then silence.

Her knife dripped with bl00d, some splattered on her clothes. Ignoring it, she returned to the room.

Jiang Jinhuang saw Ye Qing enter with the bloody knife. Holding back her discomfort, she pulled the little one closer, shielding her from the sight, while warily watching Ye Qing.

Ye Qing glanced at the man on the floor, bl00d pooling beneath his shoulder. His eyes were closed—he’d passed out.

She walked over, nudged him with her foot, and, seeing no response, grabbed his arm and dragged him out.

After a few pulls, he woke, screaming, “Ah, it hurts!”

Ye Qing ignored him, dragging him outside.

They weren’t leaving today, and she didn’t want them dirtying her courtyard.

She pulled the tall man by the arm to the street. The cold and her rough handling made his wound bleed more, and he passed out again.

Ye Qing didn’t care. She tossed him into the empty courtyard next door, then returned to drag the already-dead shorter man there too.

She didn’t finish off the tall man. With his bl00d loss and the freezing weather, he wouldn’t survive.

After eyeing them briefly, Ye Qing searched their bodies. Every bit counted—after paying for Jiang Jinyang’s doctor, she had only 310 wen left, not enough for three people in the south.

She searched the shorter man first, finding a greasy money pouch with 238 wen and three taels of silver fragments. She stored them in her space, then checked the tall man.

He was unconscious, his pouch clearly not his own—made of fine cloth and full. Inside were two five-tael silver ingots and 624 wen.

With her previous money and these finds, Ye Qing now had thirteen taels of silver and 1,172 wen.

Satisfied, she left them and returned to her courtyard. She filled a discarded basin with dirt to cover the courtyard’s bloodstains, then brought another basin to the room.

Pouring dirt over the bl00d on the floor, she approached Jiang Jinhuang, squatting down. “You okay?”

Seeing the bl00d on Ye Qing, Jiang Jinhuang trembled but nodded, noting no malice in her.

The room’s scent had faded. Ye Qing tried to help her up.

Jiang Jinhuang instinctively pushed her hand away.

Ye Qing looked at her rejected hand and asked calmly, “Think I’m ruthless, killing without blinking?”

Jiang Jinhuang shook her head, regretting her reaction. Ye Qing had saved her and Yangyang, even if her actions were terrifying. She hadn’t harmed them.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“It better not be. You’ve seen how the world is. If I didn’t deal with them, they’d harm others. If I let them go, they might come back with help, and then we’d be the ones dead.”

Ye Qing reached out again. This time, Jiang Jinhuang didn’t resist, letting her help her stand.

Ye Qing picked up the little one, startling her. Afraid but silent, she nestled quietly in Ye Qing’s arms.

Her action startled Jiang Jinhuang. “Why are you holding Yangyang?”

Ye Qing glanced at her. “Go to the next room. I’ll clean the floor, then you can come back.”

Carrying the little one, Ye Qing walked out, with Jiang Jinhuang hurrying behind. Seeing her head to the next room, Jiang Jinhuang relaxed.

Ye Qing set the little one down and said softly, “Stay with your sister. You’ll go back soon.”

“Okay, Yangyang’s good,” the little one replied in her soft voice. Though still scared of Ye Qing, she was grateful for saving her sister.

Too young to fight, she’d bitten the man and been thrown, her bottom still sore.

“Good.” Smiling at the cute child, Ye Qing stood and nodded to Jiang Jinhuang. “Wait here.”

She left the room.

Jiang Jinhuang, recovering, squatted and hugged the little one, asking nervously, “Does it hurt from the fall? How silly—you were told to run, but you rushed in.”

“My bottom hurts a bit. I had to protect Sister!” the little one said seriously, though her soft voice lacked conviction.

Jiang Jinhuang checked her sister’s pants, relieved to see no injuries.

The little one nestled closer, whispering, “Sister, I think Ye Qing’s getting nicer.”

Ye Qing gave them food, medicine, and saved them today. Though scary, she seemed different.

Jiang Jinhuang held her, warning, “Don’t trust her. Remember how she tried to sell you?”

“Oh.” The little one deflated, not daring to speak.

She didn’t know how to please Ye Qing to avoid being sold, sighing in frustration.

Jiang Jinhuang held her tightly. Yangyang was too young to understand what Ye Qing did to those men, but she knew.

Even if Ye Qing was right, Jiang Jinhuang was shaken. What if Ye Qing turned on them one day?

She shivered at the thought.

Ye Qing used dirt to absorb the bl00d, then wiped the floor with a discarded cloth and water. She shoveled the courtyard’s bloodstains outside. Sweating, she removed her bloodied dress, cleaned her knife, and stored it in her space.

She changed into a new dress from her space.

Returning to Jiang Jinhuang’s room, she pushed open the door. “It’s clean. You can go back. Hungry? I’ll make food.”

“Ye Qing, wait.”