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Clara finally pulled her foot back from the impact.

The blush on her face hadn't completely faded yet.

On March 7th, he squatted down and immediately apologized:

"I'm so sorry, so sorry, so sorry. He's mentally ill, he didn't mean it. I apologize on his behalf."

No need to apologize.

Clara shook her head.

I know he is sick.

Dr. Natasha has described this symptom, saying he is a dumping ground and it's a form of delusional disorder.

He didn't really mean to hurt me; he was just having a relapse.

fall ill……"

March 7th pondered these two words and realized that they were indeed the most accurate description of Qiye's current state.

Xing, carrying the mop, squatted down in front of Qi Ye and looked at his bound position:

"Hmm, this is a good way to tie him up. It doesn't affect his breathing or his ability to see the trash."

"Why are you still concerned about whether his binding method is reasonable?!"

"Details determine success or failure."

Hook finally recovered from his shock.

She looked at Qiye, who was tied to the pipe.

Looking at the group of strangers who had suddenly appeared in front of him, his expression changed from shock to anger.

She took a step forward, spreading her arms to block Qi Ye's path, and looked up at March 7th:

"You are not allowed to bully members of the Mole Gang!"

March 7th paused for a moment: "He's one of your Mole Party members?"

"He just joined! He's our gatekeeper, and he's number two!"

"What right do you have to tie him up!"

"Because he needs to see a doctor."

"He doesn't need a doctor! You adults don't understand anything!"

"The Mole Gang finally recruited such a voracious eater, and you're going to kidnap him!"

"He's eating garbage!"

The sounds on March 7th have all changed.

"And he was just eating someone's feet."

"So what!" Hook retorted confidently. "Clara didn't say anything! What gives you the right to say it's no good!"

Clara whispered beside her, "I...I actually wanted to say something just now..."

March 7th felt helpless looking at the reactions of the three children and Clara.

She turned to look at Xing: "Say something!"

Xing took the mop off his shoulder and laid it across the middle of the alley, the brown strip of cloth facing the child.

Before she could utter a single word...

A strong stench, a mixture of fermented acid and putridity, had already enveloped the two children.

Hook twitched his nose, and then his whole little face scrunched up in a visible fashion.

She took half a step back and pointed at the mop in Xing's hand:

"Th-what is that...?"

"Impure World Reincarnation." Xing remained unfazed. "A three-star weapon, specifically designed to deal with disobedient children."

"What's that up there...?"

"shit."

Hook was silent for a second, then she suddenly pinched her nose and took a big step back.

The skinny boy turned and ran, his voice muffled behind the hand covering his mouth and nose:

"I...I'll go find reinforcements for the boss...!"

The girl with pigtails followed behind him, disappearing into the alley without looking back.

Hook stood in the middle of the alley, pinching his nose.

Looking at the two little followers who ran away, and then at the older sister in front of him holding a mop covered in poop.

She felt she was in an unprecedented crisis.

But she couldn't run away; she was the leader of the Mole Gang, and she couldn't abandon her new members and run away.

Hook pinched his nose, spread his legs, and assumed a boxing stance.

Her face was flushed red from holding her breath, but she gritted her teeth and shouted in a tone of resignation:

"Even if you try to scare me with shit, I won't leave!"

I'm the leader of the Mole Gang! I can't abandon my members!

Xing tilted her head, looking at the little girl who was less than her waist.

Then she did something that surprised everyone.

She held the mop handle with one hand, flicked her wrist, and the poop-smeared mop spun around in her palm.

Then she held it level like a spear, pointing it directly at Hook. That starting stance was extremely precise.

Dan Heng, who was standing at the back, suddenly felt his eyelids twitch.

Because that's his marksmanship.

Xing secretly learned it at some point, and she learned it exactly the same way.

Hook's expression froze.

She watched the arc the mop traced in the air.

Then I looked at the yellow liquid dripping from the clump of cloth.

Then her legs started to tremble.

She's the leader of the Mole Gang; she can't run away.

But the adult in front of him had clearly turned the mop into a real weapon.

And the things on that mop were falling off.

One of the drops had already landed on the ground less than half a meter in front of her.

Hook stared at the drop of yellow liquid on the ground.

Then he raised his head and called out to Qiye, who was tied to the pipe:

"Sorry, little brother! Boss will go get reinforcements to rescue you right away! Just bear with it for now!"

Before she finished speaking, she turned and ran.

He ran even faster than those two lackeys, disappearing into the alleyway without looking back.

Only the sound of footsteps fading into the distance, and a shout carried away by the wind:

"I will definitely come back!"

The alleyway fell silent again.

On March 7th, looking in the direction where Hook had disappeared, he let out a long sigh:

"Although the process was absurd, at least she escaped, so it was useful in a way."

Upon hearing this, Xing immediately became arrogant.

"That's right! Don't you know who I am? I'm a professional killer of unruly kids!"

Helpless, March 7th was about to ignore her when she saw Xing run in front of Qiye and extend the mop towards her.

Xing was holding the mop that was covered in an unidentified yellow substance.

It swayed back and forth in front of Qiye, like a cat toy.

Qi Ye was tied to the pipe.

But his gaze followed the mop as it moved, his head turning left and then right.

"What are you doing?!" March 7's voice rose again.

"I'm testing his reaction." Xing remained unfazed.

Qi Ye stared at the top of the mop and swallowed hard. "That... is trash."

"Yes. Do you want to eat?"

"think."

"Then come here yourself."

"I am a trash can, and trash cans cannot be moved!"

"Then you shouldn't eat it!"

Seeing this scene on March 7th, I felt my blood pressure had exceeded a certain critical point.

She stepped forward and reached for the mop: "Stop teasing him!!"

Without saying another word, he clenched his right hand tightly, and a layer of ice crystals condensed in his palm.

The ice crystals spread instantly, freezing the yellow lump and half a wooden stick into a shiny icicle.

Then she let go, and the popsicle fell to the ground and broke into several pieces.

Xing stared at the broken pieces on the ground, frozen in place.

After a long while, she raised her hand, stretching it into the air, her expression sorrowful.

"...No...my brother...reincarnated...how could you just leave like this...?"

I haven't even given you a more impressive name yet... why did you leave...?

"It shouldn't have existed in the first place!!"

Xing ignored March 7th and continued speaking to the pile of broken ice on the ground, her voice tinged with sorrow:

"You accompanied me through so many dangerous alleyways."

You've smelled so many scents, you're my first three-star weapon...

March 7th watched her exaggerated performance and her lips twitched: "That's enough."

"not enough."

Xing turned her head and looked at March 7 with a sad expression.

"You even betrayed my brothers."

"That's what you call a brother?! That's a mop you picked out of the trash can! It's covered in poop!"

"That's not important. What's important is that it was once glorious."

Dan Heng finally couldn't hold back any longer. He walked over, stood between the two of them, and decided to change the subject:

"His current condition is likely a side effect of using some kind of light cone again."

On March 7th, Xing and San turned to look at him at the same time, and neither of them was bothering with their brotherhood anymore.

Are you sure?

"Highly likely."

Dan Heng's gaze fell on Qi Ye.

"He used a light cone to switch bodies with you before."

The symptoms and cognitive biases this time are probably not surprising!

Upon hearing this explanation, March 7th turned to look at Qiye.

He was looking down at the pile of broken ice on the ground, a faint sadness in his eyes.

"...My trash."

"That's not your trash!"

"It used to be."

"It never was!!"

Xing patted Qiye on the shoulder, her tone serious:

"Brother, don't be sad. Your trash may be broken, but your spirit remains."

"Thank you."

Qi Ye looked at her earnestly, "You're a good person."

"I know."

Clara, who hadn't run away because she was worried about the patient, saw this scene and had only one thought in her mind!

"How come they're all sick!"

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