Chapter 144: Good, Now Shi Yuebai Still Has 686.7 Jin Left

The university history professor that Commander Qiao had gone through so much trouble to buy was named Shi Chengyu.

He hobbled over, dragging the curled-up Shi Chengyu in front of Shi Yuebai.

“Professor Shi, don’t be afraid. This is Shi Yuebai—she’s a good person.”

A good person? Shi Yuebai’s eyes flashed with sarcasm as she glanced at Commander Qiao.

Had he already forgotten how his own backside got so bruised?

She looked at Shi Chengyu again.

Shi Chengyu was cowering, trying to shrink into the corner. No matter how much Commander Qiao tried to pull her out, she refused to budge.

Commander Qiao didn’t dare use force.

In truth, Shi Chengyu didn’t have much strength left.

She was not only skin and bones, but also covered in wounds.

It looked like she’d been beaten.

Shi Yuebai’s face was full of disdain. “She can’t even speak. How is she supposed to tell stories to my kids?”

Still, she was willing to give Shi Chengyu a chance.

But in her current state, Shi Chengyu was clearly mentally unstable, barely able to communicate at all.

Tell stories? She’d be lucky to string a sentence together.

Commander Qiao looked a bit embarrassed and mumbled, “She wasn’t like this before.”

Back in university, Commander Qiao had been lucky enough to attend a few of Professor Shi’s lectures.

The grand sweep of history came alive in her classroom—her lectures were always captivating.

It was hard not to be drawn in.

Before the wasteland, Shi Chengyu, like many other outstanding people from various fields, was supposed to be protected.

But later, even the institutions meant to protect them could barely protect themselves—they collapsed.

Commander Qiao’s position was lowly; there wasn’t much he could do.

But even if he’d held a high position, what difference would it have made?

Faced with the overwhelming disaster of the apocalypse.

Everyone had thought about saving the world, whether from the top down or the bottom up.

They’d tried every method they could think of.

They even tried the supernatural.

Can you imagine? A group of die-hard materialists turning to prayer and incense.

But what good did it do?

Everything collapsed at breakneck speed.

Commander Qiao no longer had grand ambitions. He didn’t dare dream of being a savior anymore.

He’d just happened to find Shi Chengyu on the road to the big city.

If he could save one more person, he would.

That was all.

Shi Yuebai glared at Commander Qiao impatiently.

He silently covered his own backside.

Honestly, he couldn’t take another beating. He was a commander, after all—he had to save some face.

At that moment, Shi Chengyu, still curled up in the corner, lowered her head and covered her ears with her wrinkled, slack-skinned hands.

Shi Yuebai’s gaze fell on the top of her head.

Her hair was not only gray and sparse, but there was barely any left.

There was a scar the size of a bowl on her scalp.

“Fine, let her stay,” Shi Yuebai said, putting away her staff and letting Commander Qiao off the hook for today.

Commander Qiao was about to kneel and sob in gratitude, playing the weakling.

But as he bent his knees, he froze.

He asked Shi Yuebai in disbelief, “Stay? Where? Outside the second wall?”

“She’ll stay in the Shi household.”

Shi Yuebai pointed at the top of Shi Chengyu’s head.

“See that? She’s bald.”

Commander Qiao looked confused. “Bald?”

To be honest, Shi Yuebai had a strict sense of hierarchy.

Anyone allowed to stay in the Shi household was considered family.

Either they were close relatives who treated her extremely well,

Or they were highly useful, loyal people who could help take care of her family.

For example, Nong Yasi was one of the latter.

Next were those allowed to stay in the “Tong” enclosure.

Those were people Shi Yuebai trusted and who would never betray her.

Then there were people like the Qiao family, who lived in the ditches outside the enclosure.

Those were people she used for outside work.

By this logic, Shi Chengyu was being allowed to live directly in the Shi household.

That meant, in Shi Yuebai’s eyes, Shi Chengyu was someone who could help take care of her family.

Commander Qiao asked curiously, “Is being bald really a reason?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Shi Yuebai looked at him in surprise. “Only people who overuse their brains go bald. Look at Guai Guai—how many hairs does he have left on his head?”

Guai Guai, who was buried in a pile of parts, silently grabbed a hat and put it on.

Now no one could see his bald head.

Commander Qiao lowered his head. He had to admit, Shi Yuebai’s reasoning made sense.

He squatted down and said to the still-curled-up Shi Chengyu,

“Professor Shi, from now on you’ll stay here. Everyone here is a good person, don’t be afraid.”

“I have a lot to take care of, so I’ll be going now.”

Commander Qiao left decisively, without a hint of worry.

If you left someone with Yuebai, they’d never die.

Even the dead could come back to life.

Once Commander Qiao was gone, Shi Chengyu occasionally peeked up, only to see Shi Yuebai’s fierce face.

“What are you looking at?” Shi Yuebai threatened. “Keep staring and I’ll eat you.”

Shi Chengyu immediately curled up even tighter, exposing her bald head.

Shi Yuebai reached out and patted the top of Shi Chengyu’s head, channeling her soul power directly into an acupoint on her scalp.

This woman was already eighty years old.

If she hadn’t run into Commander Qiao, she probably wouldn’t have lasted a few more days.

Her head had suffered serious trauma—someone had bashed her skull with a blunt object, clearly trying to kill her.

And Shi Chengyu’s body had multiple fractures.

“You really are weak,” Shi Yuebai muttered.

She pressed her palm against Shi Chengyu and infused her with ten jin of fat in one go.

“But you’re lucky you met me.”

After adjusting her own weight, Shi Yuebai thought, Good, now I still have 686.7 jin left.

The benefit of directly infusing someone with fat energy was that you didn’t have to worry about a starving person going crazy and overeating when they saw food.

What could she say? Shi Yuebai was just that considerate.

She’d found yet another virtue in herself.

Having too many virtues was such a burden. This habit of slimming herself down to fatten others was just so moving, even to herself.

When Shi Yuebai withdrew her hand, Shi Chengyu still didn’t move, as if she hadn’t noticed any change.

Shi Yuebai didn’t care.

She used a water-gathering spell to conjure up a bit of water and washed her hands with obvious distaste.

Shi Chengyu’s scalp had a strange smell—worse than Guai Guai’s back in the day.

After a while, Ah Hong came out, pushing Shi Xiangrui and Shi Fuze.

She was startled by Shi Chengyu in the corner.

“Oh my, w-who’s that?”

For a moment, Ah Hong didn’t know if she should let Shi Xiangrui and Shi Fuze into the enclosure.

She was afraid this new person might hurt the children.

She glanced at Shi Yuebai, who ignored her and went back inside.

Ah Hong hurriedly pushed the two kids to the open space in front of the public restroom.

She didn’t dare let them take any risks.

What if Shi Chengyu had a mental episode and tried to eat the kids?

By the way, I recently read a book called The Black Sheep Effect. It was pretty good."