I, the screenwriter, have experienced a resurgence of inspiration.

Since we've already fallen out, we might as well just make things clean.

Xiao Ding took a deep breath, raised his head, pointed at Su Ya's neck, and shouted:

"What do you mean? It's simple, hand over the prop hanging around your neck!"

This was also her guess.

Xiao Ding couldn't think of any other possibility that Su Ya, a veteran player, would treasure like this.

Upon hearing this, Su Ya instinctively stepped back, and the others were also stunned.

"What did you say?" Su Ya's voice turned cold. She had originally thought that Xiao Ding had only done these irrational things out of fear.

But now it seems like it was premeditated.

"I told you to hand over the props."

As Xiao Ding spoke, he became more and more confident: "You're a veteran player, you must have your own life-saving item, which is that porcelain bottle around your neck."

"We ended up like this because of your misjudgment, so isn't it only right that you compensate us with props?"

She glanced provocatively at the other players, her voice rising an octave:

"Think about it, everyone. She has good stuff hidden away, not telling us, keeping it for herself to save her own life, while we follow her on missions to our deaths. Is that fair?!"

"Either we share the props, and no one is allowed to keep any for themselves, otherwise why should we trust her!"

The players looked at each other in bewilderment.

Some people have seen the porcelain vase and silver bell hanging around Suya's neck, but at the time everyone thought they were just decorations.

But judging from Suya's reaction now—she values ​​it so much, it must be something good.

Maybe it's the same as Xiao Ding guessed, some kind of life-saving mission item.

Otherwise, how could Su Ya, a veteran player, dare to rampage around in the dungeon like that?

Greed spread like wildfire, and in the realm beyond the reach of law and rules, the evil of human nature was amplified to its fullest extent.

……

"Yes! Hand it over!"

Xiao Zhuang was the first to respond, his eyes gleaming with greed:

"We all came in together, why do you have items while we don't? Just because you went through one more dungeon? You should share your items equally!"

"Exactly! What were you planning to do, hoarding those items? No wonder you said doing missions was good; you had your own trump card all along!"

Others joined in the shouting.

Many people are eager to try it.

Props, huh.

That's something that can save your life.

Who wouldn't want that?

Faced with desperation and greed, morality is as thin as a piece of paper, easily torn.

No one remembered the information Suya provided, and no one remembered any of her previous warnings.

They only saw that she had "good stuff," that she "made a mistake that harmed everyone," and that she should hand over the stuff to compensate them.

Several people slowly moved forward, their eyes filled with hostility and eagerness to attack.

Although they haven't made a move yet, their blatant intent to plunder is already undisguised.

Su Ya was ready to run away—but the next second, Yang Asha jumped off the kang like a cannonball and crashed headfirst into the stomach of Xiao Zhuang, who was leading the way.

"Ouch!"

"This kid's gone mad!"

"Get out of here!"

Xiao Zhuang, who was leading the group, was hit on the head and was about to vomit when he moved his throat. The people behind him quickly supported him.

"You're the ones who should get out!"

The young woman stood on the kang (a heated brick bed), her curses tinged with a minority accent, urgent and crisp:

"You Seven Leaves, what are you doing messing with Huang Zi? My sister Su Ya's things are perfectly fine, why are you sticking your nose in and causing trouble? You're just spouting nonsense, aren't you?!"

"Believe it or not, I'll smash a brick on your head! Stealing people's things in broad daylight, you must have run into a ghost, you sheep-bear!"

Before anyone could react, she jumped down and removed a thick elm wood bolt from the door—a solid piece of wood weighing over ten kilograms—as light as a pig-herding cane in her hands.

Yang Asha's presence has never been very noticeable.

Everyone thought she was Su Ya's accessory, a scared little girl, and no one took her seriously.

"Get out! Get out! A bunch of idiots."

With a flick of her wrist, Yang Asha slid the door bolt out horizontally and diagonally.

[Player Yang Asha: Swordsman (Yellow)]

[Talent: Sword Mastery: When using swords, daggers, or other melee weapons, damage is increased by 15%, and weapon durability consumption is reduced by 20%.]

Why isn't a wooden stick considered a cold weapon?

The door bolt swept across the ground, creating a gust of wind.

But Asha's angles of attack were incredibly tricky; she wouldn't hit the head or chest, but instead slapped people's arms, waists, and groins.

The technique was so practiced it couldn't be more skillful:

This is how they herd pigs and sheep in the mountains: they don't hit vital spots, but rather target the thickest parts of the flesh.

One blow from the stick will surely cause the animal excruciating pain, but it won't break any bones.

Even the most stubborn pig would have to squeal and rush forward if beaten like that.

"Snapped!"

With a dull thud, the blow landed squarely on Xiao Zhuang's outstretched arm.

"Awooo—!!"

He let out a pig-like scream, his arm went numb instantly, and the pain made him jump up, hugging his arm and standing still like a frog.

Yang Asha gave him no chance to recover. With a flick of her wrist, the bolt turned and struck his waist again.

This time the strike was more accurate, hitting the soft flesh directly.

Zhao Lei gasped in pain, staggered, and was shoved towards the door by Yang Asha – the bolt was pressed against his chest and he was pushed forward.

"Get out!"

"Bang!"

A man weighing over 140 pounds was forced to retreat repeatedly by a thin girl weighing less than 100 pounds.

The remaining players were also led out, and they all fell over the threshold of the west wing with a "thud".

The rest of the people in the room were dumbfounded:

No one expected that this seemingly thin and weak mountain girl, who spoke in a soft voice, would be so ruthless when she got into a fight.

The door bolt, weighing over ten kilograms, was handled by her as if it were nothing.

"Superpowers...and you have a profession too?"

Xiao Ding swallowed hard, a somewhat awkward smile appearing on his face:

"Um, if you hit them, you can't hit me—"

The next second, Xiao Ding also "flew" out, skimming the ground.

A large piece of meat landed solidly on the snow in the yard, kicking up a cloud of snow foam.

Yang Asha grew up in the mountains and had such a father; she had seen all kinds of people.

Those who throw tantrums and act aggressively to steal things, and those who grin and smile to try and take advantage of others.

Regardless of gender, in her eyes they were all wild boars stealing food, and they had to be chased away.

The six players were howling and screaming in the snow, like pigs that were hard to tame during the Lunar New Year.

There was no blood, but every part of my body ached.

Most importantly, it's embarrassing.

Not only did he fail to steal the item, but he also got beaten up like a pig.

Who can I complain to about this?!

Why didn't they awaken their professions?

……

……

Inside the side room, Su Ya and Yang Hexuan kept talking.

He could take on six people at once, and with just a stick, he could whip them like pigs.

This isn't a little girl; she's a formidable character!

No wonder martial arts novels always say that women who travel alone in the martial arts world should never mess with the elderly or children.

Lin Jianguo appeared calm, but in reality, he was so frightened that his eyes were glazed over.

……

Yang Asha chased everyone out, dusted off her hands, and turned around.

She leaned the door bolt against the corner of the wall, her face showing no smugness, but rather a frown and a shake of her head.

She looked at Su Ya, her tone carrying a hint of disapproval:

"Sister Suya, you can't do this."

"Huh?" Su Ya was taken aback.

There are plenty of people in the world who try to take advantage of others.

Yang Asha counted on her fingers and said earnestly:

"They'll take a clove of garlic from your yard today, half a basket of vegetables from your yard tomorrow, and a few acres of your land the day after. The more you give in, the more they'll take advantage of you."

"Everyone who herds cattle knows that if a cow doesn't behave, you have to put a ring in its nose; pig farmers also know that if a pig goes out of its pen to root for vegetables, you have to give it a good beating, and then you won't feel bad about slaughtering it for meat."

"They've already stolen your things, and you're trying to reason with them? It won't work. You have to kick them out hard, beat them until they're hurt, then they'll know fear."

The little girl spoke with a straight face, but her words were all survival lessons learned from her experiences in the mountains:

"But don't be afraid, I told you I would protect you."

Looking at her earnest little face and the pure protectiveness in her eyes, Su Ya felt her heart melt like it had been soaked in warm water.

"Pfft—"

She couldn't help but laugh out loud, and as she laughed, her eyes started to well up with tears.

Suya reached out and ruffled Yang Asha's hair, making it all messy, then gently hugged her.

"Thanks."

Yang Asha carried a faint scent of pine needles and the coolness of snow.

He was thin and small, but his shoulders were very strong.

"Thank you, Asha."

Su Ya's voice carried a hint of amusement, yet also a touch of seriousness, "You're right, I was too stupid. Don't worry, I'll definitely take you out safely."

for sure.

She added a sentence in her mind.

Such a good girl shouldn't be trapped in this awful place, shouldn't have become some kind of human-headed rat.

She should go to school, make new friends, read books, learn, dress nicely, see the world, and live the vibrant life she deserves.

The four put the farce out of their minds and quietly made their way to the morgue.

……

……

Second mirror image.

[Quest "Digging a Grave" Completed]

[Story progress +10%, 20 points awarded to each person]

[Fragment of Clue Obtained: "Old Mrs. Huang owned a giant, pure black cat that was extremely intelligent. Huang Facai, the eldest son of the Huang family, repeatedly tried to sell the cat for money, but Old Mrs. Huang always stopped him with her life."]

Another clue has been found.

But none of the three felt relaxed at all.

Zhou Hui subconsciously touched the corner of her mouth, her fingertips repeatedly rubbing against her skin.

There, a few stiff, fine hairs had appeared out of nowhere.

Short, prickly, just like a rat's whiskers.

She felt panicked and touched herself every few steps, but the more she touched, the colder it became.

"Stop touching me."

Lin Hao spoke without turning his head, his tone somewhat impatient: "The more you touch it, the more I care."

Zhou Hui paused, then asked softly, "Xiao Lin, you...you've grown too?"

Lin Hao did not answer.

In the morning light, a light layer of black down covered his jawline.

It's denser and coarser than stubble, extending down the jawbone towards the back of the ear.

As for the umbilical cord around his neck, it seemed to want to see Lin Hao suffer, and it was extremely quiet at the moment.