I'm Hoarding for the Apocalypse

18  The Sharp Dagger Unsheathed

Over the past month, Du Yue would cook at home whenever she had free time. There were only three shelves left out of the ten she had designated left to store her cooked food.

Du Yue took out a bowl of rice and a plate of pickled vegetables.

Du Yue moved the coffee table that was originally in the living room to the bedroom. She even laid a large-sized sleeping mat under the coffee table. Now, she would sit on the mat and eat every day.

There was a plate of red braised pork, a bowl of chicken soup, and a small plate of vegetables on the coffee table. There was also Du Yue's tablet computer. Du Yue was in no hurry to pick up her chopsticks. First, she found the "Legend of Zhen Huan" that she had downloaded long ago on the tablet, then continued to watch it from the episode she had left off.

Du Yue had watched this TV series dozens of times and could now recite everyone's lines in the series. Even so, Du Yue still enjoyed rewatching it very much, especially while she ate..

The tablet was playing a clip of Zhen Huan's first New Year celebration after she entered the palace. The master and servant girls hid in their own palace, laughing and playing. Du Yue, who had felt a little lonely at first, was in a slightly better mood after watching this.

After the meal, Du Yue tidied up the table and changed into a pair of light sports shoes, as well as a breathable short-sleeved shirt and shorts that could absorb sweat. She then walked out of the house.

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Du Yue did not plan to buy anything tonight, so she did not drive. Instead, she wandered around the neighborhood aimlessly.

Less than five minutes later, Du Yue saw an alley in front of her. It was not a big alley, but it was crowded with people. It was very noisy and lively.

Du Yue walked closer to take a look out of curiosity. It turned out to be a small night market with many people setting up stalls to sell things.

The first stall was owned by two boys. In front of them was a simple shoe rack, on which were all limited-edition sneakers. They were standing in front of the stall, trying to attract customers. They said that their sneakers were all authentic and were being sold at a low price.

They also said that their company had closed down, and they could not find a job in such hot weather. They had no income and could not even afford to eat vegetables.

Du Yue felt emotional as she listened to the two of them. She knew very well that many men liked sneakers, and that people on the internet often jokingly said that sneakers were their wives.

Sometimes, in order to buy a pair of sneakers, they might even eat instant noodles for a month.

Du Yue usually did not care much about food and clothing, not to mention at a time like this. She stood in front of the stall for a while and left.

Du Yue walked a little further and saw quite a number of people setting up stalls in the alley. There were men and women, both young and old. As for the things they sold, they were basically things like clothes, shoes, hats, and accessories.

Limited edition sneakers, branded skincare products, limited edition LEGO products, various figurines, and all sorts of clothes and accessories from luxury brands.

There was a wide variety of styles and designs. Du Yue only took a quick glance before she continued walking.

When she reached the innermost part of the alley, she saw a small stall. Du Yue glanced at it curiously. There were not many items on the stall, and they were basically selling all kinds of cold weapons. There were long and short knives, and there was even a nine-section whip, which was a relatively unpopular weapon.

The stall owner was obviously a veteran weapon enthusiast. Du Yue looked curiously at the stall owner sitting in the corner. Most of the stalls in the alley were placed under the streetlights, whereas his was the only one in a corner without any light.

Du Yue looked over with the help of the dim light in the distance. She could vaguely see the man's perfectly sculpted outline and jawline in the dark.

The dim light swept over the side of his face, highlighting his cold eyebrows and sharp facial lines. There was a very recognizable mole on his nose, and when he lowered his eyes, her eyes spotted his long and full eyelashes.

His face was tense and his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he had encountered some trouble.

Looking at his deserted stall, Du Yue immediately guessed what he was vexed about. If he set up his stall in such a place, he probably would not be able to sell a single thing for the entire night.

Although everyone's lives were affected by the heat, there were no vicious incidents yet. Everyone was hoarding supplies to buy some daily necessities. Who would spend money to buy these weapons at this time?

Du Yue bent down, picked up a dagger from the stall, and pulled it out. The moment the dagger was unsheathed, Du Yue jumped in shock.

The sharp dagger was unsheathed, and the ordinary-looking dagger was now shining with a terrifying cold gleam. Du Yue could envision it cutting through iron as if it were mud.