Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"Fine, then I'll assume you're disabled, hmph!"

Then he looked at the naturally beautiful, lively and lovely March 7th.

"And what about you? You don't look sick at all...!"

“Who said that? I have Stockholm syndrome.” March 7th said seriously, as determined as if she were about to join the Annihilation Gang. “I can’t be too far away from him, or I’ll faint from grief.”

"Bullshit! Do you think I'd believe that?"

The old man glared angrily, as if to expose the lie of March 7th. Under the huge shadow of the real insect, he raised his leg and kicked Yan Huan's wheelchair away.

“What the hell!!”

'Gurgle, gurgle—' The wheelchair spun rapidly, forcing Yan Huan to drift away into the distance.

At the same time, March 7, who was standing still, suddenly turned pale and knelt down on the ground with a thud.

"I...I can't take it anymore...My Stockholm syndrome is acting up..."

"Shameless! Is this what you mean by Stockholm Syndrome?!"

The old man walked up to March 7th and shouted, "Get up! Get up now!!"

"If you don't get up, I'll kick that guy in the wheelchair into the quicksand!"

"Th-thank you..." March 7th managed a trembling smile.

"?"

Seeing that the guy was still pretending, the old man immediately ran after Yan Huan's wheelchair.

But to his utter surprise, the wheelchair rolled for a full two kilometers due to inertia.

When the old man pushed Yan Huan back again, March 7th had already rolled his eyes back, and ice crystal-like substances began to condense on the surface of his body.

"How is this possible!" The old man stared wide-eyed at the scene before him in disbelief.

"Could it be... that these are really the symptoms of polio?!"

"She just said Stockholm syndrome," Yan Huan corrected.

As Yan was pushed back, the six-phase ice on March 7's body slowly melted, and his complexion gradually improved.

A few minutes later, he woke up and opened his blurry eyes.

"What...what happened to me? Am I in heaven...?"

"You bastard! You've arrived back in your hometown!!"

The old man angrily cursed:

"I thought I could find a couple of decent servants, but I didn't expect you to be such useless trash!"

"But right now, talent is scarce, and you have no choice!"

"?" Yan Huan's eyes widened when she saw that the old man still hadn't given up even in this state.

"No, what exactly do you want?! Given our situation, what else do you want us to do? Take us apart and sell the parts?!"

The old man sneered, "Do you think I'm one of those rich, filthy pigs in the inner city?!"

"So what if he's paralyzed? What can happen if he has a brain problem?"

"All I need are two spokespeople!"

"Even if you are physically disabled or mentally deranged, you can still be competent puppets."

"You, eat it!"

"?"

Before Yan Huan could ask, the old man forcibly stuffed a black pill into his mouth.

"Heh heh, now that you've taken my poison, your only chance of survival is to obey my orders!"

"Ugh!" Yan Huan spat out the pill. She said apologetically.

"Well, I haven't swallowed it yet."

"..."

The old man bent down and quickly picked up the pill, then roughly pried open Yan Huan's mouth and threw it down her throat himself. "I'll help you!"

Chapter 1286: This is called giving sweet dates, do you understand?

"Cough cough..." Yan Huan choked and frowned, "Why is it so salty? Did you put in too much salt? It's like a sneeze..."

"Shut up, you bastard!" the old man roared in fury.

"You've been kidnapped! You've been kidnapped, do you know that?!"

"Do you even know what kidnapping is? Haven't you seen it on TV? Kidnappers will kill their hostage if they're even slightly unhappy!"

“There’s nothing I can do about being kidnapped.” Yan Huan shrugged. “Look, I’m in a wheelchair, you can only extort a little money from me at most.”

"Hmm?" The old man looked at him curiously, leaning closer. "So how much money do you have?"

"Five hundred yuan." Yan Huan reached into her pocket and touched it, then suddenly paused, "?"

The equipment that was forgotten to be stored was left in Onphalos.

"..."

"Um, I lost my money, can you replace it for me?"

"I'll beat you to a pulp!" the old man cursed.

"I thought you were rich, but you're just a poor kid! At this rate, you won't even be able to afford a wife in the future."

"Hmph, but... well, you're lucky!"

As he spoke, the old man pulled out two thousand credits to Yan Huan's astonishment.

Looking at the familiar blue banknotes, Yan Huan couldn't help but ask, "Are you trying to bribe me?"

"No, it's about bribing you!"

The old man divided the two thousand yuan into two portions and handed one portion to Yan Huan and one portion to San Yueqi.

"As the saying goes, you have to give a slap and then a sweet date. I've already given you poison, and now I'm giving you credit points."

"So, from now on you have to listen to me, understand?"

“No.” Yan Huan raised her hand seriously.

"You only gave me the nasal remedy, she hasn't had any yet!"

"I already told you that it wasn't nasal spray, it was poison, you bastard!" The old man angrily slapped his thigh.

"Besides, one of you can eat it, right? She's not going to abandon you and run away on her own!"

March 7th quickly stuffed the thousand yuan into his pocket, stood up straight with a grin, and said, "No, no... I really haven't received a commission in a long time, I'm just happy about it."

"A commission? Ha... Think what you want, I'm your master now."

The old man looked at the two of them coldly.

"You'll be on my orders from now on, understand?"

……

A dilapidated outer city.

Yan Huan was forced to wear a bright red robe and a hood, and was made to kneel and worship the people in the small square.

"?"

He sat in his wheelchair, staring at the densely packed group of people kneeling before him, momentarily at a loss.

"Envoy!" someone cried out, kneeling in worship.

"This is our offering for today. Please convey our devotion to the Mother Goddess."

Yan Huan blinked, watching as bag after bag of things was placed beside her.

March 7th, also dressed in a red robe, suppressed his curiosity to open the bag and watched with aloofness as the ragged people passed by.

They looked weathered, their clothes patched up, their exposed skin dark and covered in dried mud.

A long-haired man with a hunched back and dark circles under his eyes passed by March 7th looking lifeless.

Although he was also wearing ripped clothes, the sharp-eyed March 7th recognized him immediately.

"Wait... what are you doing in here?!"

She grabbed the man's shoulder and questioned him:

"Aren't you a Star Core Hunter?!"

The man was stunned, then looked at March 7 with surprise.

“That voice…you’re from the Star Train.”

"Hmph." Blade slapped March 7's hand away and walked by on his own. "Don't meddle in other people's business."

On March 7th, before she could ask any more questions, the old man standing on the high platform quickly threw a pebble, which hit her elbow.

"Ouch--!!"

She screamed and hurriedly looked up, meeting the cold, piercing gaze from above.

The other person seemed to be trying to say that it was working hours and that people shouldn't talk to lowly people.

The offerings lasted for a long time, ending very late.

Looking at the large and small packages, and seeing that the residents had already left, March 7th finally couldn't resist and casually opened one.

"Huh? What are all these...?"

Her light blue eyes looked at the strange objects with a puzzled expression.

Plastic bottles, wire, folded cardboard, and some rags...

"Tie the bag back up." The old man approached the two, frowning.