Rebirth Stockpiling: The Little Girl Sweeps Through the Apocalypse

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"Mom!"

Yun Xiaoxiao immediately struggled, her eyes filled with hope as she looked at Jiang Rui'an.

At first, she thought she had mistaken someone else for her.

But now, her mother was truly standing right in front of her—this time, there was no way she could be wrong!

Yun Xiaoxiao was overjoyed.

Even though Jiang Rui'an had abandoned her, she had been kind to her when she was little.

She used to hold her and play with her.

But for some unknown reason, one day, she suddenly began to treat her coldly.

Still, no matter what, Jiang Rui'an was the only familiar face here now—she was her mother, and Yun Xiaoxiao had no choice but to pin all her hopes on her.

She didn’t know where the man was taking her, but her heart was pounding with fear.

She prayed Jiang Rui'an would take her away.

But in the end, it was nothing more than a futile wish.

Jiang Rui'an only glanced back at her once.

When their eyes met, she seemed momentarily surprised.

But soon, a flicker of indifference flashed in her gaze.

"Do you know that kid?" the man beside Jiang Rui'an frowned and asked.

Jiang Rui'an shook her head and replied flatly, "No, I don’t."

Then, she linked arms with the man and walked into a nearby room.

Yun Xiaoxiao’s eyes welled up with disappointment.

"Move it, stop dawdling!"

The man shoved Yun Xiaoxiao impatiently.

Soon, they arrived at a locked room.

Inside, it was completely empty—nothing but bare walls.

The man lifted a wooden plank, revealing a downward passage beneath.

He pushed Yun Xiaoxiao to descend.

The moment she stepped in, the thick stench of blood assaulted her senses.

Once fully inside, the horrifying sight before her became clear.

She immediately vomited.

This place was nothing short of a slaughterhouse!

A large wooden table stood in the center, bearing a half-dissected corpse.

The table had long lost its original color, stained over and over by layers of dried blood.

Beside it stood two tall crosses.

Each had a child tied to it—children who had been locked up with Yun Xiaoxiao earlier.

Only then did Yun Xiaoxiao realize the truth.

This was where everyone who had been taken away ended up!

One of the children on the cross was covered in wounds, lashed countless times with a whip.

His head hung limply, devoid of any sign of life.

The other cross held a little girl, suspended upside down.

Blood dripped steadily from the fingers of both her hands.

Beneath each hand was a bowl, catching the crimson drops—drip… drip…

Beside these two bowls, two more sat filled with blood, already congealed.

Yun Xiaoxiao was petrified, her face deathly pale.

The man scoffed, unfazed by her terror.

Ignoring her, he strode toward the wooden table.

Since her hands were bound behind her back, he saw no threat in her.

Another man stood by the table—a burly figure wearing an apron and gloves, wielding a knife as he sliced a piece of flesh from the corpse.

He stuffed it into a bag and handed it to the man who had brought Yun Xiaoxiao in.

The man chuckled. "We’ll have meat tonight."

After saying this, he grabbed the bag of flesh and picked up the two bowls of congealed blood.

"Perfect for a spicy blood curd stew."

With that, he swaggered toward the ladder and climbed out.

Meanwhile, the burly man resumed his work, hacking away at the corpse with his blade.

Yun Xiaoxiao’s entire body turned ice-cold with fear.

These people… they ate human flesh and drank human blood!

And soon, she would become one of their victims.

At just five years old, she had no idea what to do.

She wanted to run, but the sight of the burly man relentlessly chopping away paralyzed her with terror.

Later, she watched as the upside-down girl, drained of blood, was carried to the wooden table.

What followed was so gruesome that Yun Xiaoxiao vomited violently.

Even though she had barely eaten anything, the horror was too much—it seared into her soul.

Meanwhile, the boy covered in whip wounds was moved to the girl’s former position, hung upside down.

The burly man pierced each of the boy’s fingers deeply, one by one.

Despite his agonized pleas, the man showed no mercy.

Once the boy was moved, Yun Xiaoxiao took his place, tied to the cross.

Every day, people would come down to the cellar—to collect flesh, drain blood, or whip her.

She heard that this made the meat taste better.

This cellar was a living nightmare, a hell on earth.

Days later, Yun Xiaoxiao was hung upside down.

Excruciating pain shot through her fingers as blood dripped steadily from her body, her life force ebbing away.

Tears streamed helplessly down her face.

She didn’t understand what she had done wrong.

Why had her father abandoned her? Why did her mother turn her back on her?

In despair, she waited for death to claim her.

But suddenly, a cold, imposing figure appeared in the cellar.

"Who are you?!"

The burly man, sensing an intruder, immediately raised his guard.

He brandished his bloodied cleaver, demanding an answer.

When the stranger remained silent, the burly man swung the cleaver at him.

Lu Chen didn’t flinch. With lightning-fast reflexes, he dodged—and in the next instant, the cleaver was lodged in the burly man’s own neck.

Blood gushed out like a fountain.

Wide-eyed in disbelief, the burly man looked down at the blade embedded in his throat.

"Aaaahhh—!"

A bloodcurdling scream echoed before he collapsed, lifeless.

Lu Chen glanced at the mutilated corpse on the table, his brow furrowing slightly.

But beyond that, his expression remained impassive.

Then, his gaze shifted to Yun Xiaoxiao.

He walked over and checked her pulse.

Finding her still alive, he untied her from the cross.

Yun Xiaoxiao slowly opened her eyes.

Staring back at her was a pair of cold yet strikingly beautiful dark eyes.

Overwhelmed, she burst into tears.

She didn’t know why—she just couldn’t stop crying.

Seeing her tear-streaked, pitiful face, Lu Chen’s gaze softened ever so slightly.

For a fleeting moment, she reminded him of his late sister.

She had been small and fragile too, always quick to cry.

Lu Chen took two bread rolls and a bottle of water from his backpack.

After a brief pause, he added two more.

Then, he stood up, ready to leave.

As much as Yun Xiaoxiao resembled his sister, he couldn’t take her with him.

A grown man traveling with a child was impractical.

Besides, he had his own mission—one far too dangerous for her.