I Am Cultivating in the Apocalypse
Chapter 75: The Villa Trap Shines Brightly
CHAPTER 75: THE VILLA TRAP SHINES BRIGHTLY
What kind of feeling was this?
Her pores began to open, and Jing Shu felt her heartbeat accelerate, her body temperature rise. She was getting excited, unlike the last time. This time she was also very agitated, bloodthirsty, and eager to personally snap their necks.
"There’s no escape now; they’ve already come. Grandma, you, Mom, Third Aunt, and Cousin, stay in the living room. Have you forgotten the traps Dad and I set up last time? You can rest assured they won’t be able to get in."
Mrs. Jing clutched Jing Shu’s arm tightly. "No, you can’t go out! It’s too dangerous outside. I... I don’t want to end up like Wang Xue Mei..."
As she spoke, tears streamed silently down her face; what had happened to Wang Xue Mei had clearly left a deep scar on her.
Mr. Jing stepped forward. "Don’t be afraid. Anyone who wants to hurt you will have to step over my dead body first!"
Seeing her mother so terrified, Jing Shu clenched her fists. I’ve already got a few ’death packages’ lined up for them.
"Mom, I’m going upstairs to get some things."
She went upstairs and came back down, having actually retrieved repeating crossbows, arrows, and a gun from her storage space.
Under the stunned gazes of her family, she handed a repeating crossbow and arrows to each person. Jing Shu then holstered the gun at her waist.
"Let’s go. I’ll explain more when we have time later. I never thought we’d actually need to use these one day. Repeating crossbows are simple to operate; Dad can teach you."
Jing Shu spoke rapidly as she led her family into the villa’s yard.
Since her family was so resistant and fearful, Jing Shu thought it better for them to hold weapons by the door to bolster their courage, rather than hiding inside consumed by fear. Isn’t this how everyone gets through their first time? The apocalypse is here, and they need to learn to accept it and become mentally stronger. My first time, I also just cried in Mom’s arms, but what good did that do? In my previous life, on the verge of death, I realized that true reliability comes from one’s own strength.
"CLUCK! CLUCK! CLUCK!" The fat chicken shrieked with unusual ferocity today. Its blood seemed to boil, waiting only for Jing Shu’s command to charge into a desperate fight.
Jing Shu equipped the fat chicken with a custom-made, one-piece stainless steel helmet. It featured a fifteen-centimeter-long stainless steel spike and a blood groove, designed to make blood spurt the moment it pierced flesh. Wu You’ai’s eyes gleamed as he watched the fat chicken, lost in thought.
"Mom, all of you, just stand here and don’t move forward. The area ahead is filled with dangerous traps. If someone breaks in, wait for my signal, then shoot your arrows towards the door. Mr. Jing and I will be by the chicken coop to activate the traps there."
Mrs. Jing’s hands trembled uncontrollably. Finally, she took out her phone. "I’ll call Minister Niu first. He surely has connections and can send the police."
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The group outside drew closer and closer... Their arrogant laughter and conversation could now be heard. Jing Shu kept her head down, watching the infrared monitor on her phone, while she and Mr. Jing took their positions.
The traps had been personally made by Mr. Jing and Mr. Jing. Both were very clear about their functions and where to deploy them. Mr. Jing and Jing Shu quickly conferred on the activation points.
"Gou Yitian said this villa is loaded, with a whole warehouse of food. Who knows if it’s true?"
"They’re the only ones in the complex with an energy car. They can’t be too badly off. Brother Dari has his eye on their car."
"Let’s just climb over the wall. It’ll be quicker."
"Alright, brothers! Grab your weapons! Follow Brother Dabi over the wall, and then we’ll pry open the door!"
They’re finally here. In the darkness, Jing Shu’s eyes shone with an exceptional brightness.
Hearing the commotion outside, Jing Shu’s family was terrified. Jing Shu counted the figures on the monitor. "There are over forty of them, almost all armed. Fortunately, no destructive weapons like axes."
THUD. THUD.
"Ouch, FUCK! It hurts so damn much!"
"My legs! My legs! Something pierced deep into my flesh!"
"Help!"
Then came several blood-curdling screams.
They had just climbed over a one-meter-high low fence and stepped onto wooden boards when, in the blink of an eye, they missed their footing and plunged into a two-meter-deep pit. Of course, if it were merely a pit, it wouldn’t have elicited such horrific screams.
It had taken Jing Shu and Mr. Jing a whole month to dig this two-meter-deep trench all the way around the villa, using hundreds of wooden boards to construct the trap.
Of course, unbeknownst to her family, Jing Shu had also buried many five-centimeter-long nails in the soil at the bottom of each pit. If anyone fell headfirst or chest-first onto them, they’d be beyond saving.
"A pity, only eight of them fell in," Jing Shu murmured, counting the figures on her phone’s surveillance feed as she monitored the situation outside.
"I can’t get up! Damn it! What the hell is this place? It couldn’t be a trap, could it?"
"Dazhuang! Dazhuang, where did you fall? Where are you? Say something!"
The group outside descended into chaos. Those inside the pits couldn’t get out, and those outside were helpless. The camouflaged wooden planks were so close together that they couldn’t tell who had fallen into which pit.
After considerable effort, they finally figured out which pits held their comrades. However, the men inside were injured and couldn’t stand, and those above couldn’t reach down to pull them out, especially since they had nothing like ropes. It was an awkward predicament.
After several minutes of fruitless commotion, the group walked a large circle around the fence before someone said, "This villa is fucking deadly! With a whole ring of these pits, there’s no way we can cross. Even if we scale the wall, there’s a glass barrier on top. I threw rocks at it, but it wouldn’t break. Must be tempered glass."
"And what does that mean? It means these people are filthy rich! Alright, lads, perk up! We’ve got a big haul on our hands! Let’s go! Through the main gate! We’ll get the guys out of the pits later!"
The large group swaggered towards the main gate.
"Brother Dabi, there are no more traps at the entrance."
"Brother Dabi, the main gate will need prying. I brought professional tools; give me a few minutes."
"Be careful once you’re inside. Who knows what other nasty surprises they have cooked up," Brother Dabi said, quietly taking a step back. He had a nagging feeling that this villa wasn’t going to be easy.
The sound of CLICKING and SCRAPING reached them. Jing Shu’s family had just breathed a collective sigh of relief, thinking the group wouldn’t get in, when this new, ominous sound sent their hearts leaping into their throats. They involuntarily tightened their grips on the repeating crossbows they had only just learned to use.
With a sharp CLICK, the main gate was pried open!
With a BOOM, the gate was kicked wide open!
"Charge! Leave the women, kill all the men!" Brother Dabi, brandishing his knife, roared from his position at the rear, his voice booming. At his command, a wave of men surged forward.
The next second, as Brother Dabi himself rushed forward, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his ankle. Something had cinched tightly around it. His forward momentum, combined with his trapped foot, sent him sprawling onto the back of the person in front of him.
Simultaneously, a dozen or so men bringing up the rear also stumbled; their own momentum caused them to become Qiqi, pitching forward and creating an instant pile-up.