I've died 47 times in this game, so I've decided to sell it.

Let me tell you, although I, Sambo, have made a small mistake, it doesn't warrant this!

To escape from prison, I dug a tunnel 23 meters long, and my fingers were worn raw.

"Can't you just let me off the hook because I've worked hard?"

"We won't arrest you." Qi Ye waved his hand.

"We're lost and would like you to show us the way."

Sambo squinted: "Lead the way? Where are you going?"

"Find Xi'er."

Sambo's expression changed.

His usually playful face suddenly turned serious for a moment.

Then he resumed his carefree demeanor, only now with a hint of wariness:

"What are you looking for her for?"

Let's talk.

"talk?"

Sambo looked them up and down.

"With your setup, it doesn't look like you're here to negotiate."

“They really went to talk.”

Qi Ye raised her finger.

"You led us to Seele, we owe you a favor."

Sambo fell silent, seemingly weighing the pros and cons.

He stared at Qiye for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled.

The smile was somewhat subtle, like a fox that had spotted something interesting:

"Okay, I'll take you there."

But first you have to tell me, where is that middle-aged man with glasses?

"He crashed into the ceiling and flew away."

"..."

Sambo paused for a few seconds, then blinked:

"...Are all the people on the Starry Sky Train a little out of their minds?"

"Most of them are normal, except for Uncle Yang."

As soon as Qi Ye uttered those words, two people in the group reacted simultaneously.

On March 7th, with Qi Ye's body on his body, the corner of his mouth twitched suddenly, and he was about to retort subconsciously.

You're saying these things with my face on your face; the one who's most abnormal on the Starry Sky Train is clearly you.

But she held back, because Bronya was there, and she didn't want to give herself away in front of her.

Dan Heng stood at the back of the group, his expression unchanged and indifferent.

Upon hearing this, his gaze slowly shifted from "March 7th"'s face to "Qiye's" face.

Then he squinted, as if solving a puzzle where he had finally found a key clue.

What would be the normal reaction on March 7th if someone said that Uncle Yang was acting strangely?

He would definitely lose his temper on the spot and jump out to refute it.

But now, March 7th has taken the lead in persecuting Uncle Yang.

This doesn't feel like March 7th; it feels more like a night of rest!

However, Qi Ye now looked somewhat angry, and even clenched his fists as if he wanted to hit someone.

Abnormal, very abnormal.

Danheng's gaze then shifted to "March 7th".

This pink-haired girl has been speaking in a tone that is completely out of her own today.

Her smile was excessively bright, her movements were much more exaggerated, and she had just said, "Uncle Yang is a bit abnormal."

That's a flavor that only Suya herself could describe.

Soul swap.

Danheng made up his mind.

Although he didn't know the specific reason, this level of personality misalignment was evident.

It can't be explained by simply saying "I'm in a bad mood" or "I'm trying out a new persona".

Moreover, there are indeed some strange light cones on the Star Train that can do this.

It's probably another new trick from that guy, Qiye.

He took a deep breath and decided not to reveal the truth for the time being.

After all, knowing these people as he did, pointing it out would only make the situation more chaotic.

And March 7th, the real March 7th.

She's currently using Qi Ye's body, and she's clearly trying her best to play the role.

He looked away, pretending he hadn't noticed anything.

Chapter 47 I'm going to be a dad?

Sambo walked at the front of the group, leading everyone through several abandoned mine tunnels, talking non-stop the whole way.

"Although my reputation isn't great, I, Sambo, am absolutely a professional when it comes to leading the way."

Don't worry, just follow me, and I'll make sure you get to Seele safely.

However...

He stopped, turned around, rubbed his fingers together, and flashed his signature shrewd businessman's smile:

"Guiding the way is a skill, so there should be some compensation, right?"

Qi Ye looked at him, her face bearing the same innocent and carefree expression she had on March 7th:

"How much do you want?"

Sambo held out one hand, one finger spread out: "This number."

"one hundred?"

"Ten thousand."

Qi Ye turned to look at the stars.

Xing has already started moving her wrists.

Sambo took a step back:

"No, no, no! Not ten thousand! Eight thousand! Five thousand is fine too! Five thousand, that's the lowest I can go."

I'm risking being mistaken for a spy by Di Huo.

"one hundred."

Xing didn't even lift her eyelids.

Sambo's smile froze for a moment, but quickly returned:

"Four thousand, that's the lowest I can go!"

"Six thousand."

Qi Ye, wearing the face of March 7, announced a number that stunned everyone in March 7's voice.

Sambo's mouth opened into an "O" shape, and then his whole face lit up like a light bulb:

"Six thousand? Deal! Deal! Deal! This young lady is truly generous!"

He kept rubbing his hands together, already planning how to spend the money.

“Seven thousand,” Qi Ye said again.

Sambo's smile froze.

"Eight thousand. Nine thousand. Ten thousand, oh no, twenty thousand."

Sambo's hands were still rubbing together, but the smile on his face had completely disappeared.

He looked at the pink-haired girl's innocent smiling face.

Finally, I caught a whiff of a familiar recipe beneath that seemingly harmless expression.

He took a half step back, his finger trembling as he pointed at Qiye, his voice cracking:

"you you……"

Thirty thousand.

Despite wearing the face of March 7th, Qi Ye's smile remained as bright as spring flowers.

"No, no, no! I was wrong! I was wrong, okay?!"

Sambo clasped his hands together above his head, the sly smile on his face vanishing completely.

"Big sister, boss, ancestors, please have mercy! I won't charge you, I'll show you the way for free, it's free!"

"free?"

Xing, standing to the side, flashed a hint of dissatisfaction in her eyes.

"Didn't you just say that leading the way is a skill?"

How can skilled work be done for free? That's disrespectful to labor.

"Then I'll pay you out of my own pocket! I'll pay you out of my own pocket, okay?!"

Sambo's voice was already trembling with tears as he pulled out several high-value Winter City Shields from his pocket.

He shoved it into Xing's hand.

"One thousand! I'll pay you back one thousand! Please, please don't add any more!"

Qi Ye nodded, her face still bearing the same harmless, sweet smile as on March 7th.

"Deal. Let's go, lead the way."

Xing looked down at the money in her hand, then looked up at Qiye.

The two gave each other a high five in unison.

“Gemini,” said Qiye.

“It only ever takes in and never gives out,” Xing replied.

Sambo felt as if he had been granted a pardon, turned around and left, radiating an aura of utter emptiness.

He muttered to himself as he walked, the gist of which was...

"I, Sambo, have been operating in the lower districts for so many years and have never made a losing deal. Today, I'm actually paying people to show me the way. If word gets out, my reputation will be completely ruined."

March 7th, with Qiye's body, walked at the very back of the group.

Looking at Sangbo's lifeless back, I couldn't help but mutter to myself:

"I'm starting to feel sorry for him."

"Don't pity me."

Qi Ye didn't even turn his head back.

"He didn't have any sympathy for our wallets when he asked for ten thousand."

“You’re right.” March 7th immediately withdrew its sympathy.