Chu Qianxun lived in a zigzag building.

The building was very crowded. Each floor was divided into twenty or thirty small houses, crowded by hundreds of people. The sound insulation was very poor, and one could hear the sound of eating and drinking upstairs and downstairs.

Chu Qianxun carried a two-eared jar in one hand, firewood in one hand and got into the communal kitchen in the courtyard.

The walls in the kitchen were blackened due to smoke. A circle of earth stoves were built in it. In this era, electricity had become an expensive resource. If one wanted to eat a hot meal, they could only burn firewood to cook.

Chu Qianxun found an empty stove, skillfully boiled a small pot of water, broke open a piece of bean cake and threw it into the pot. This brown-yellow bean cake was made from the residue left by the juice of soybeans. It was hard and dry, difficult to swallow without soaking it in water, and had no nutrition. This food that was once even rejected by pigs, became the staple food of most people.

Chu Qianxun stirred the brown bean porridge in the pot, and thought about how many crystals she had left.

Nowadays, the common currency for humans was a green crystal called a magic crystal. One could get them by killing the demons in the wild and removing it from their bodies. All saints with abilities needed to use the magic crystals to enhance their abilities. Therefore, the magic crystal became the circulating currency to exchange goods.

Although her body had not fully recovered, Chu Qianxun knew that she could no longer rest. She planned to go to report to the captain that she wanted to participate in the next demon hunt.

The bean paste began to boil, and Chu Qianxun pulled out a half-green and half-red tomato from her pocket.

She planted a few tomatoes in the earthen basin on her window sill. She had not watered them for a few days, but not only did it not dry to death, but also produced a half-ripe fruit. Chu Qianxun was delighted.

The two women near the stovetop opposite her watched with admiration as she cut the precious vitamin-rich food and put it into the pot.

“Recently I had stored more food,” the woman said to her companions.

“We should save food. Now the “human demon” Ye Peitian is in Beizhen, just dozens of kilometers away. Who knows what it will be like in the end. If he comes to the Spring City, we, a few people, still have to make more preparations.”

“I heard that Ye Peitian is a murderous pervert, I hope that the big brothers will give us some help. This time, the demon must really be wiped out, so we could go out and hunt for demons.”

When the name Ye Peitian reached her ears, his face suddenly appeared in Chu Qianxun’s mind. The man had a clean smile, and often held her hands in the dream world.

Chu Qianxun shook her head and discarded the unrealistic idea in her mind.

Don’t think about it, it’s just a dream. Just hold your tail and live your small life. Don’t provoke horrible people.

She poured what she made in a dark pot and walked to the room with it.

Just while walking to the door, several saints separated the crowd, carrying a woman covered in blood.

“What’s going on?” Chu Qianxun put down the food in her hands and hurried over.Gao Yan was lying on the bed. Her face was pale and her delicate eyebrows were tightly screwed together. Her abdomen was bitten by a huge creature, seemingly missing most of her waist. The red blood oozed out of the bandages and instantly dyed the entire bed sheet.

She was still alive, but not far from death. Even saints who were far more resilient than ordinary people couldn’t survive such a serious injury.

The men who sent Gao Yan looked at Chu Qianxun, one of them was Wang Dazhi, the captain of Chu Qianxun’s team.

Wang Dazhi and others watched Gao Yan on the bed and shook their heads, they could do nothing more.

In this era where people faced death every day, it was good enough that they brought her back and let her die at home.

“When you were unconscious, Gao Yan took care of you. You look after her and then call us to take her body,” Wang Dazhi patted Chu Qianxun’s shoulder. As he was leaving, Chu Qianxun stopped him, “Wait a minute.”

“Please, captain, please help me find a healer.”

Wang Dazhi was a little surprised. He hadn’t noticed that the relationship between Chu Qianxun and Gao Yan was so good.

Saints with healing powers were called healers. A High-level healer was a very popular profession in this era. It was very expensive to invite them to come. No one wanted to waste money for a dying person who was already in such an irrecoverable state.

The invited healer was a tall, middle-aged woman. She glanced at Gao Yan who was in the pool of blood and turned away.

“She is already a dead person. Why did you even call me?”

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