Facing that group of people, Han Ying knew that she was doomed today—there was absolutely no way she would survive. So she made up her mind to drag them down with her. But even if they were all going to die together, she absolutely could not let them defile her corpse!
During the apocalypse, Han Ying had learned many wild, street-style fighting techniques. When all of them pointed their weapons at her, she exploded with a ferocity so intense it seemed she wanted to die together with everyone there—and with the entire world.
If gods blocked her, she would kill gods!
In the end, Han Ying intentionally lured the group toward a cliff on the outskirts. She was covered in blood, her eyes red with killing intent. After finally taking down three of them, she knew her body could no longer hold on. So she dragged Jian Qiutong with her and rolled off the cliff.
Han Ying didn’t know what Qin Qinghai told the school about her taking a leave of absence. She only knew he told her to fill out a leave application form. He said she could provide a medical report later. As for what kind of medical report—Han Ying could already guess.
Before she left the school, her advisor Qin Qinghai said he wanted to introduce a friend to her. She could visit that person when she had time, or talk to him instead. He told her not to overthink, to go out more, relax, and make more friends instead of staying alone all the time.
Han Ying knew her advisor was worried about her, so she accepted everything he said.
Leaving Pengcheng University, Han Ying went to a bank near University Town. She spent nearly one million to buy 20 gold bars, each weighing 100 grams.
Since gold could upgrade her space ability, these 20 gold bars were necessary for accumulating more stay-time inside her space.
She couldn’t wait until she got home. After getting in the car, she directly stored the gold into her spatial pocket. As expected, her space upgraded!
However, what disappointed her was that it only upgraded one level.
Twenty gold bars for just one level? That was far lower than she expected. She had assumed that after “eating” these gold bars, the space would level up to at least Level 3. But it only reached Level 2.
After the upgrade, the space now accumulated 1.5 hours per day. Including the previous two days, she only had 3.5 hours saved.
It seemed she had to bleed a bit more.
Without hesitation, Han Ying drove to another bank ten kilometers away and painfully bought another 20 gold bars. She refused to believe the space wouldn’t reach Level 3 this time.
Sure enough, after consuming these gold bars, the space gained an additional 0.5 hours per day. Now it could accumulate 2 hours of stay-time per day.
In three days, her “quick money-making plan” would finally begin.
These three days couldn’t be wasted. Although she didn’t have that much money left, there were still things she could start buying and preparations she could begin.
First, Han Ying needed a place of her own. Renting was possible, but if she wanted to modify the place to make it safer, buying was still better. She already had a location in mind. But before purchasing property, she had other things to take care of.
Pengcheng was a major city in the country, but like any big city, there were still villages and poorer areas on the outskirts.
Han Ying took out a makeup mirror and applied a dramatic, exaggerated eye makeup look. Then she put on a black mask, slung a black backpack over her shoulder, and jumped neatly out of the car.
“Driver, to Dawan Village!”
She flagged down a taxi at the intersection. After getting in and giving the location, she closed her eyes. There was still over half an hour before arrival—she couldn’t waste that time. She could cycle her cultivation method twice; the improvement was small but better than nothing.
The driver seemed familiar with the route and arrived in exactly thirty minutes.
“Driver, wait for me here for half an hour. I’ll give you an extra 50 yuan!”
After paying the fare, Han Ying made her request.
“Sure, but make it quick!”
The trip was nearly 30 kilometers, and the fare was not cheap. The return trip cost the same, plus the extra 50 yuan—no sane driver would refuse.
Han Ying didn’t come here to buy a house, but she was here to buy something.
Dawan Village was one of the large villages in Pengcheng and had its own small marketplace. A whole row of shops lined the street. Though it was almost noon and the weather was hot, most of them were open.
Following information she’d heard in her previous life, Han Ying found a small barbershop located in the farthest corner, called “Start Over From Scratch.”
She stepped inside.
“Pretty girl, here to get your hair done?”
The shop had probably just opened for the day—there wasn’t a single customer. That made things easier.
“I was recommended by Heizi. I need three ‘people’.”
Han Ying didn’t waste time. The moment she saw the owner, she said it straight.
“Come with me.”
The owner, a man in his thirties, glanced up and down at her, then closed the shop door.
Next to the shampooing chair was a staircase. Han Ying followed him upstairs.
As they walked, the owner said, “Since Heizi sent you, you should already know the rules here. Do you need me to explain again?”
“No need. I know everything.”
The owner nodded, satisfied. “Alright. Give me the photos.”
Upstairs, he brought her into the middle room and held out his hand. Han Ying pulled a 1-inch ID photo from her backpack. The girl in the picture looked about 70% similar to her—close enough that if you compared them directly, you could say it was the same person, but not similar enough for someone to recognize her from a quick glance.
“Alright. Wait here.”
The owner turned on a special computer—its screen filled with lines of code she didn’t understand. After scanning the photo, he opened a safe and took out three sealed bags.
From where she stood, Han Ying could see each bag contained an ID card and a phone.
He placed the three ID cards on a device linked to the computer and spent about twenty minutes operating it. Then he slipped the newly modified IDs back into the bags and handed them to her.
Han Ying took out seven bundles of cash from her backpack. A direct cash-for-goods exchange—another rule of the shop.
The owner ran the cash through a counting machine. “Exactly 70,000!”
Seeing how crisp and straightforward she was, he smiled and raised an eyebrow.
“If you want to deposit money into these accounts, use card-less deposit. The account numbers are saved in the notes on each phone. The passwords are also inside. Come back if you need more.”
“Okay.”
Han Ying replied, stored the items into her backpack, and walked downstairs.