Chapter 3: Fighting Evil with Evil, Using Violence to Combat Violence

However, as for getting married, there is no rush for that right now.

Shi Qingluo’s thoughts stirred as she silently chanted, "Come out."

Soon, a small space appeared in her mind.

This was something that had suddenly appeared after she saved a life in the modern world. She couldn't enter it herself, but she could retrieve items from it.

The space wasn't large, only about three or four square meters, and it contained a natural spring.

She had tested the spring water; it couldn't cure illnesses or transform one's constitution, but regular consumption could strengthen the body and make one less prone to sickness.

Its greatest effect was promoting plant growth. It didn't accelerate growth, but as long as the plants were watered with it, they basically wouldn't die, and their taste and quality would be much better.

As an agricultural expert in the modern world, this spiritual spring was incredibly useful to her.

She looked around and discovered that the various seeds and saplings she had previously placed in the space were still there.

In a corner, she also saw a batch of various cold, anti-inflammatory, and fever-reducing medicines she had bought specifically because she had to work overtime for months and couldn't leave the laboratory.

Medical care in ancient times was backward; a simple fever could be fatal. Having these medicines meant she had a significant guarantee for her life.

Besides seeds and medicine, there was also a book titled "Transmigration Handbook" in the space.

For a while, transmigration and rebirth dramas were popular, so her cousin had compiled a "Transmigration Handbook," made a copy, and shoved it into her hands.

She had insisted that Shi Qingluo read it carefully, saying that if she ever really transmigrated, it would come in handy.

This handbook recorded recipes for various delicacies.

It included methods for making various secondary food products, such as how to brew soy sauce, vinegar, and wine.

There were also various formulas for skincare products, cosmetics, soap, and scented soap.

It even covered how to manufacture cement, smelt iron, refine steel, and so on.

In short, it basically collected everything needed for farming, getting rich, and building infrastructure.

She hadn't taken it seriously at the time and had just tossed it into the space after flipping through it casually.

Now, she was truly grateful for that casual action back then.

Discovering that the space and everything inside had followed her, Shi Qingluo finally felt at ease.

She took out some anti-inflammatory and hemostatic powder, sprinkled it on her bruised head, and swallowed an anti-inflammatory pill with a sip of the spiritual spring water before falling into a tired sleep.

She was very alert when sleeping; no matter how soundly she slept, she would wake up at the slightest movement in the room, so she wasn't afraid of the "extremes" in the family sneaking in to do anything bad.

Because of this, she didn't know how long she had slept before the woodshed door was gently pushed open, and a half-grown boy snuck in on tiptoe.

He wanted to grab the little black ball tied to Shi Qingluo’s waist, but before he could even get close to the bed, Shi Qingluo opened her eyes sharply.

She asked, "Are you looking to die?"

The boy was startled, terrified that this madwoman would blow him up, and hurriedly turned and ran.

Then, Shi Qingluo heard the sound of whispering outside. She couldn't be bothered to pay attention and went back to sleep.

Ever since the original owner returned, she had been rising earlier than the chickens, working harder than the oxen, and eating poorly, leaving her body quite weak.

More than an hour later, a girl of twelve or thirteen walked in.

She looked at Shi Qingluo and called out, "Sister, get up and eat."

This was the original owner's younger sister, but their relationship wasn't good. The girl was favored by Niu-shi, while the original owner was despised by her.

Only then did Shi Qingluo open her eyes, stretch, and get out of bed to go outside.

As soon as Shi Qingluo appeared, the Shi family members looked at her with cold eyes.

She ignored them and sat down on her own.

In the Shi family, Old Mrs. Shi distributed the food. Previously, she always gave the original owner the smallest portion, and this time was no different.

Shi Qingluo wasn't the original owner who would just endure it; she tapped the table with the little black ball in her hand.

"How can I be full with this little bit of food?"

With the air of a gang leader, she continued, "I was injured by Niu-shi earlier, and my head is still spinning. I want to eat eggs to nourish myself. Go steam some for me now."

The Shi family: "..." Could you stop tapping that little black ball? We're scared.

"Eat eggs, my foot! Do you want me to cut off my own flesh to feed you, you..." Old Mrs. Shi began to curse out of habit.

But seeing Shi Qingluo pull a fire starter from her bosom and move it toward the little black ball, she was immediately frightened.

Old Mrs. Shi said with a huff and a pained heart, "Steam it, I'll steam it for you." *I hope you choke on it.*

Then she ordered a granddaughter to go steam the eggs.

After Shi Qingluo finished eating, she returned to her room.

The next day was the same. At lunch, she even clamored that she wanted to eat meat for dinner, threatening that if she didn't see any, she would blow up the Shi house, making the Shi family so angry they dared not speak.

They could only sullenly go buy meat to cook for her.

On the third day, just after lunch.

The Shi family noticed that Shi Qingluo hadn't tied the little black ball to her waist today, but had only placed a kitchen knife on the table.

So, the third son of the Shi family joined forces with the eldest and second sons to launch an attack, rushing toward Shi Qingluo to restrain her.

However, Shi Qingluo had been prepared. Having eaten and slept well for the past two days, her body was no longer weak, and she had the strength to fight.

In the modern world, she had learned combat, Sanda, and Taekwondo.

For a time, she had been rebellious, often fighting, racing, and hanging out in bars, so her grandfather had thrown her into the military to train with special forces for over half a year. Taking on a few people was absolutely no problem.

She quickly dodged the third son, kicked over the second son, and gave the eldest son a shoulder throw.

She then took the initiative to step forward and gave the three of them a sound beating.

This beating stunned everyone in the Shi family; they couldn't believe the dead girl was so good at fighting.

Only after beating them until they were sprawled on the ground wailing did Shi Qingluo clap her hands and look coldly at the Shi family.

She even picked up the kitchen knife from the table and began to twirl it skillfully, a dazzling display.

Then, she picked up a thick wooden board in the courtyard and began to rotate the knife like a circus act.

She had learned this from a chef in the logistics department when she was in the special forces; she had thought it looked cool at the time and pestered him to teach her. It was perfect for scaring these "extremes" now.

Soon, the Shi family's jaws dropped as they watched the thick wooden board turn into a pile of thin wood shavings. This knife skill was just too good...

"Don't get any crooked ideas, otherwise, I don't mind turning you into this board and letting you experience my knife skills."

The Shi family swallowed hard: "..." No, they didn't want to experience it at all.

They wanted to cry. How could such a disaster and bane be born in their family? What a sin!

Before, they were afraid she would blow them up at any moment; now, they had to worry about her slicing them up. They couldn't beat her, so how were they supposed to go on living like this...

After using evil to control evil and violence to control violence, the Shi family never dared to harbor any crooked ideas openly again.

They were even forced to cook special meals for Shi Qingluo every day; otherwise, at the slightest disagreement, this wicked woman would whip them with a rattan cane, making Niu-shi and the others howl.

The Shi family wanted to ask the village chief and the clan elders for help, but Shi Qingluo had threatened them in advance: if they dared to speak of these things, they could just wait to "ascend to heaven" in the middle of the night.

The Shi family was furious, but they didn't dare to gamble. They could only pray that the dead girl would leave the Shi family quickly, or better yet, die of a sudden illness.

(End of chapter)