Yang Yuanhang was wary of Chuzheng, yet Chuzheng seed entirely casual, showing no intent of defensiveness.
And Yang Yuanhang didn’t seem like a pervert at all.
No need to ntion Jih Youtang, he was obviously a pervert at a glance.
Even Xi Mu had "Don’t ss with , I’ll explode at a touch" written all over him, causing fear from afar.
But Yang Yuanhang was different.
This person...
The first impression he gives is being very amiable, making people want to believe him.
Just from his appearance and deanor, you’d never guess he’s a pervert.
"You must know by now, right?" Yang Yuanhang stood face-to-face with Chuzheng.
Xi Mu knows.
Earlier she vanished together with Xi Mu; Xi Mu must have told her.
Chuzheng nodded: "I know."
Yang Yuanhang revealed a very friendly smile: "You’re not afraid of ?"
"Why should I be afraid of you?"
"...."
Is there even a why?
Knowing who he is, any normal person should be afraid.
Suddenly asking him with all seriousness why, Yang Yuanhang was at a loss for words.
"Looks like your companion abandoned you." Yang Yuanhang said, smiling.
Chuzheng, unfazed, asked: "So what?"
"I’ll give you two choices." Yang Yuanhang walked around Chuzheng slowly, in an arc.
Chuzheng kept her hands in her school jacket pockets, her gaze following him: "Let’s hear it."
Let hear what kind of choices a pervert would offer!
Ti to learn!!
Learning brings progress!!
[....] Frankly, no one can be more of a pervert than you, girl!
Yang Yuanhang held up one finger: "One, you commit suicide."
He circled halfway around Chuzheng, with an inexplicably amiable tone: "Two, I kill you. Which one do you choose?"
Chuzheng answered without hesitation: "I choose to kill you."
Yang Yuanhang finished his circle and stood at the original position.
The man’s eyebrows lifted slightly, surprised: "Kill ?"
It’s not the first ti Yang Yuanhang had heard this, yet...
No one has succeeded.
Even Xi Mu ended up using a prop to escape.
Can such a small girl kill him?
Yang Yuanhang didn’t think Chuzheng was bluffing, just felt she was crazy.
"Little sister, hasn’t anyone taught you to be humble outside?"
Chuzheng kept a serious little face: "I’m very humble."
If I weren’t, you’d already be lying on the ground, bro!
"...."
He truly couldn’t see how she was humble.
Spoke of killing him right off...
Yang Yuanhang chuckled: "From the mont I ca in until now, did you notice anything different?"
Chuzheng thought for a mont: "You’re uglier than when outside?"
Yang Yuanhang: "....."
Yang Yuanhang was at least a seven out of ten in looks, above average; unaware of where he looked ugly?
Yang Yuanhang wasted no more words and pulled out a Prop Card.
As soon as the Prop Card appeared, rings of light ford around Chuzheng on the ground.
Chuzheng’s gaze swept over those rings of light, her hands erging from her pockets and waving slightly in the air.
Silver glimrs flashed all around, filling the entire space, crisscrossing as if the whole space were being sliced by these silver lines.
Yang Yuanhang was standing among the silver glimrs, unable to move anywhere without touching them.
Yang Yuanhang’s expression suddenly changed drastically.
Chuzheng casually tucked her hands back: "Do you think you’ll die first, or will I?"
Yang Yuanhang shifted a bit, touching the silver line, feeling only so coolness, seemingly harmless.
But when Yang Yuanhang applied force, the rebound from the silver line forced him to quickly retract his hand, with his fingertip already cut open.
A drop of blood slid down the silver line, dyeing the entire line red.
Yang Yuanhang looked fearfully at the weaving silver lines before him.
When were these silently arranged?
She hadn’t moved at all...
Or is it so special Prop Card?
What Prop Card could have this effect?
"I underestimated you."
"Now you can overestimate, there’s still ti." Chuzheng earnestly suggested.
Yang Yuanhang chuckled lightly: "You’re not much better off, look where you’re standing. Perhaps we can race and see who’s faster..."
Yang Yuanhang abruptly paused, seeing the silver lines move.
As though able to intersect like X-rays, they sliced toward him.
Yang Yuanhang didn’t even have ti to use the Prop Card he held, his expression frozen in disbelief, eyes wide open.
Yang Yuanhang’s body disintegrated like sand, slowly falling to the ground.
With the death of the Prop Card user, the preconditions for activation naturally failed, and the rings of light around Chuzheng slowly disappeared.
Chuzheng walked over and picked up the card, flicking the card face lightly with her fingertips: "I’m faster."
[Player cleared the stage.]
Chuzheng hadn’t even had ti to find a Good Person Card before a voice suddenly chid in her ear, and she was back outside the small hut.
Chuzheng: "...."
Can killing a red-na player lead to direct clearance?
No one told that!!
Chuzheng soon saw the child from last ti, still looking lifeless, this ti not even speaking, turning away as soon as they saw her.
Chuzheng could only follow.
The child led her to the sa place as before.
Practice makes perfect.
Chuzheng went to the counter, handing over her card.
The counter was manned by a pretty short-haired girl who smiled at Chuzheng and handed over a round box, which had an opening at the top and seed to hold sothing inside.
The short-haired girl spoke in a sweet voice: "You’ve earned a chance to draw a prize, please proceed."
Draw... a prize?
With such a shabby box, is this down-to-earth enough?
Wasn’t it supposed to be a high-tech draw?
The experience here is way too poor!!
Chuzheng grumbled inwardly, reaching into the box without expression and pulling out a card.
The card depicted a person, hung upside down... The Hanged Man?
The short-haired girl took the box back and handed her a small hut voucher.
"You’ve successfully hunted a red-na player, earning an additional two thousand Points. Your resting period is three hundred and sixty days; do you have any objections?"
Chuzheng: "Can you resolve them if I do?"
The short-haired girl smiled: "Nope."
"Then why ask?"
The short-haired girl kept smiling: "Just part of the procedure."
Chuzheng asked her: "Can this ga be complained about? The experience is way too crappy!"
The short-haired girl: "You can complain to ."
Chuzheng stared at her: "What good would that do?"
The short-haired girl: "It can satisfy your desire to complain."
Chuzheng: "Will you make changes?"
The short-haired girl: "Nope."
The aning was clear: changes won’t happen, not in this lifeti.
Chuzheng: "...."
Damn, ssing with !
The short-haired girl paused for a mont, politely asking: "Do you have any other questions?"
Chuzheng pondered briefly, then asked: "What would happen if I killed you all?"
The short-haired girl smiled: "Nothing would happen."
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