After nine lifetimes of reincarnation, the yandere villainous heroine descends.

The sky was clear and undisturbed.

During the 745th year of the Cangli era.

In the Jiangshan area, frost has sealed the land.

The world was a vast expanse of white, with endless white snow as far as the eye could see.

The mountains and rivers were covered with frost, as if they were draped in a crystal-clear veil, radiating a cool glow.

Alas~

The cold wind howled like a tornado, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws.

This biting, cold wind came from the sky, stirring up clouds and sweeping across the desolate world beneath our feet.

There was a line of more than fifty people on the snow-covered land.

In this biting cold wind, everyone was dressed very thinly, their worn-out clothes resembling remnants left by the erosion of time.

The cold wind swept through like a knife, piercing through the tattered clothes and stabbing directly at the frozen skin.

Despair was on everyone's face. In such terrible weather, it was already a great blessing to be alive, but only for now.

Along their journey, they had already lost no fewer than a hundred refugees to the cold, their frozen bodies buried silently in the wind and snow.

"Hang in there, everyone. We're almost at Jiangyun County. Once we get there, we'll have a chance to survive."

At the very front of the line, a middle-aged man shouted.

Upon hearing this, a glimmer of hope immediately shone in everyone's eyes, and they even quickened their pace.

At the very back of the line was a little girl dressed in tattered linen clothes.

Her hair was streaked with dust and frost, her small face was red from the cold, and her lips were chapped with bloody cuts like the cracks in the parched earth.

Despite the weariness in the girl's eyes, she gritted her teeth and continued to move forward step by step, braving the wind and frost, as the line in front of her gradually pulled away from her.

Each step seemed to require all their strength, yet carried an indomitable determination.

The outskirts of Jiangyun County.

Several emaciated refugees huddled around a campfire, their eyes fixed longingly on the large pot on the fire.

The water in the pot had already boiled, and a wonderful aroma of meat wafted out.

There are several other large pots like this one burning in the flames.

This immediately attracted the attention of the refugees hiding in the corner, who kept sniffing and looking at each other with greedy eyes.

The refugees squatting around the large cauldron chatted amongst themselves, but whenever they saw other refugees approaching, they would immediately pick up the spears at their feet and shout at them.

Faced with the sharp blade of the spear, the remaining refugees could only show expressions of resentment.

Soon, the meat in the pot was cooked through, and the aroma of the meat became even more intense.

They swallowed hard, their eyes glued to the boiling meat in the pot.

Soon the refugees used spears to spear the meat out of the pot and placed it in the piled snow to cool it down quickly.

In no time, the surface temperature of the meat dropped, and everyone quickly held it in their hands and began to devour it. As the meat entered their taste buds, everyone showed an expression of enjoyment.

At this moment, an older migrant picked up a piece of meat and went to a simple shed not far away, gently knocking on the door.

A moment later, a boy opened the door and came out.

The boy had long, black hair, a long sword at his waist, and an extremely thin build, with the bones visible beneath his skin.

However, the boy's eyes were bright and piercing, containing an incomparably sharp and imposing aura.

"Young man Shen, the meat's cooked, do you want some?"

The old man handed the white meat in his hand to Shen Shuchou.

"I don't eat this meat."

Shen Shuchou shook his head slightly in refusal.

Eleven years have passed since he was born into this chaotic world. A year ago, he arrived in Jiangyun City ahead of time, just to wait for the female lead of this life.

In this inhumane and chaotic world, Shen Shuchou lived cautiously. The only help the system gave him was his unique bone structure.

This also gave him considerable strength, allowing him to temporarily gain a foothold in this chaotic world.

"You can't survive long-term without eating meat."

The old man hesitated to retract his hand.

"I told you, I don't eat this meat. Take it back."

Shen Shuchou's tone was cold and unyielding.

A flicker of fear crossed the old man's cloudy eyes, then he sighed softly and withdrew his hand.

He did not refute Shen Shuchou's words, for the old man knew all too well the terrifying power contained within the frail young man before him.

A year ago, the boy was targeted by a group of refugees as soon as he arrived in this area.

The boy was a sure thing, but what happened next chilled everyone to the bone.

The boy unleashed terrifying power, slaughtering the entire group of refugees; all thirteen of them perished under his blade.

Afterwards, the boy personally cut off the heads of the thirteen people in front of everyone and hung them outside the shed.

The scene was like hell on earth, and the boy was a demon crawling out of hell. Everyone who saw it was terrified.

From then on, no one dared to have any ill intentions towards this seemingly frail boy.

"More refugees are coming."

At that moment, someone shouted.

Upon hearing this, Shen Shuchou's cold eyes lit up slightly.

He knew that the person he was waiting for had arrived.

Shen Shuchou stepped over the old man and came to the outside of the shed. He saw a large group of refugees swarming into the outskirts of Jiangyun City like locusts.

"Sigh! Another person is going to become food for the enemy."

The old man murmured beside him.

The outer city of Jiangyun County is very large and can accommodate thousands of refugees, but in reality, there are only about a hundred refugees in the outer city, and these refugees are from many different groups.

Every time a group of refugees poured into the outer city, they would be controlled by these groups, who would tacitly select some meat from among them.

Women and children are usually the first to be distributed among several groups, while the remaining refugees are either selected into their respective groups or become lonely individuals unwanted by anyone.

At that very moment, the migrants from outside the area were completely under control.

"What are you going to do?"

The middle-aged man looked at the crowd with fear in his eyes.

"Listen up, all of you. If you want to live, don't even think about resisting. All the girls and women in your ranks, step forward."

A bald, refugee holding a spear coldly rebuked him.

The middle-aged man hesitated for only a moment, but still chose to obey. Soon after, some girls and women in the line were separated from the queue.

The bald man counted briefly; there were fifteen people in total.

Arrest him.

A greedy glint flashed in the bald man's eyes, and he immediately ordered some of the refugees to arrest the fifteen people who had been separated.

Shen Shuchou kept his eyes fixed on the fifteen people, and soon he spotted a girl hiding at the back.

Shen Shuchou smiled slightly. The person he was waiting for had arrived, but he was not in a hurry to go forward and bring her back.

"What are you trying to do?"

The middle-aged man immediately realized something was wrong and tried to step forward to stop him.

But the next moment.

A cold spear pierced through his chest, and the middle-aged man's eyes widened instantly, bloodshot, as he stared in disbelief at the bald man who had made the move.

The remaining refugees were thrown into a panic and chaos, never expecting that this person would actually kill someone.

The bald man glanced at the group and said, "I told you, if you want to live, you'd better behave. I'm not afraid to tell you, these people are meant to be eaten."

Upon hearing this, the refugees' faces instantly turned pale with fear. No wonder they smelled a rich aroma of meat as soon as they entered; it turned out to be rice meat.

Many people even bend over and vomit at the mere thought of that scene.

"I imagine you haven't eaten meat in a long time! Now I'm giving you a chance. You can kill these fifteen people. Whoever kills them can eat meat and even join the fight."

The bald vagrant grinned maliciously and continued.

Upon hearing this, the newly arrived refugees reacted in various ways. Some glanced furtively at the aroma wafting from the pot and at the refugees sitting not far away eating meat, and involuntarily swallowed.

A moment later, a man stepped forward and said in a trembling voice, "Is it true that if I kill one, I can eat meat?"

The bald man walked up to him, patted his shoulder lightly, and grinned, saying, "That's right. As long as you kill one, no matter what method you use, you can go over there and get a piece of meat."

Without hesitation, the man rushed toward a little boy and, to the boy's horrified surprise, mounted him.

He gripped the boy's neck tightly with both hands, watching the boy's face contort in pain as he struggled.

A look of fear appeared in his eyes, his heart trembled, and his blood seemed to surge.

Having gone without enough to eat for a long time, he was extremely weak. So he gritted his teeth, picked up a cold stone from the side, closed his eyes, and frantically smashed it against the little boy's fragile head.

Don't blame me, don't blame me.

I want to eat meat! I want to eat meat!

As he slammed the object down with all his might, he shouted inwardly.

Within moments, his skull shattered, and warm blood splattered into the air, splashing onto his face.

The blood, which was clearly warm, seemed even colder at this moment.

The gruesome scene terrified the refugees, and he collapsed to the ground, limp and weak, until someone pulled him away.

Seeing the little boy's head smashed into a bloody mess by his own hand, he felt a sharp tremor in his heart.

"Good, go over there and get a piece of meat."

The bald-headed vagrant smiled with satisfaction.

Upon hearing this, the man immediately cast aside the fear on his face, which was replaced by a longing, and even his limp body seemed to be filled with strength.

He strode over to the large pot of boiling meat, and with trembling hands, he stretched out a piece of meat about the size of a thumb and placed it in his palm. Although it was a small amount of meat, it was something he had been dreaming of for a long time since he had eaten meat.

Without any hesitation, they stuffed it directly into their mouths. Because the meat was so small, they swallowed it before they could even chew it.

When the remaining refugees saw that people were actually eating, many more stepped forward, eager to get their hands on the meat.

The bald man looked at the group and said, "If you want to eat meat, do what he did and kill someone first."

Upon hearing this, no one hesitated any longer and rushed towards the remaining fourteen people.

Soon, a skinny refugee fixed his fierce gaze on the last girl.

Upon seeing this, Shen Shuchou knew it was time for him to make a move, and immediately walked over there.

"Hey! Shen boy, what are you doing?"

The old man's face immediately showed surprise.

When the girl saw the wolf-like look in the eyes of the skinny man in front of her, despair instantly filled her heart. She had seen everything that had just happened.

At that moment, a voice seemed to be asking itself in the girl's heart.

Why did she live so desperately, even the biting cold and heavy snow couldn't take away her fragile life?

But now they are about to die in the midst of human nature, which is colder and more ruthless than a blizzard.

The girl's eyes were dim, and she forced a smile at the corners of her mouth, a smile that seemed to contain an indescribable meaning.

It seems to be mocking the fragility of life, or perhaps it's ridiculing the ruthlessness of this world, or even the extinguished humanity.

Seeing those hands about to grab her, the girl did not resist at all, because she knew it was all in vain. The girl slowly closed her eyes.

At that moment, Shen Shuchou's figure blocked the girl's path, his eyes coldly fixed on the refugees before him.

Without any hesitation or pity, the sharp blade hidden in its sheath slashed across the sky in an instant.

A cold glint appeared from the wind and snow, and in an instant, a huge head was thrown high into the air.

Blood covered the cold blade, gleaming with an eerie, bloodthirsty light.

At this moment, the girl slowly opened her eyes, and she stared in surprise at the back of the figure blocking her way.

At this moment, the person in the back slowly turned around, and the faint sunlight shone on his youthful face, casting a faint shadow.

His eyes held a coldness beyond his years, as if he had seen through the vicissitudes of life.

His youthful face contrasted sharply with his indifferent expression.

The wisps of hair on her forehead fluttered slightly, but instead of looking messy, they added a touch of mystery.

Are you scared?

Shen Shuchou said softly.

The girl stared blankly for a moment, then shook her head and nodded.