Cataclysm: Precognition system vs. luck system

After using the peach wood sword to kill the monster that was lured by the two men in a few strokes, Si Tiantian felt a sense of emotion. It was different with weapons and props. It was much easier than chopping the monsters one by one with a sickle.

After seeing that Si Tiantian got another peach wood sword because of them, Sun Qianqian and Lin Ze's faces turned green and they were almost jealous to death.

"Hey, we helped you attract so many ghosts. Even if we don't get any credit, we've definitely worked hard. Can't you give us some game props?"

Sun Qianqian couldn't help being angry and asked unwillingly.

Si Tiantian hung the peach wood sword on her waist, level with the other two swords. She then turned to look at Sun Qianqian, her eyes calm and expressionless as she asked, "Did I ask you to lure the monsters?"

Sun Qianqian was stunned for a moment, bit her lip and said, "No."

Si Tiantian: "Did I tell you to come to me for help?"

Sun Qianqian turned her head away embarrassedly, "Not really."

Si Tiantian: "Well then, since I didn't ask you to lure the ghost, and you all ran to me for help, I killed the ghost out of kindness and saved you. It's fine that you didn't prepare a thank you gift, but you're asking for a share of the spoils. Do you think that's appropriate?"

Sun Qianqian and Lin Ze were unwilling, but they remained silent. It was indeed inappropriate!

"Ahhh, help, help—"

The very familiar cry for help rang out again, and the three people who were about to disperse after talking suddenly looked up.

Sun Qianqian and Lin Ze subconsciously raised their hands and shook their heads, "It's not us. It's not us this time."

"I know it wasn't you." Si Tiantian looked at them with disdain. Were these two guys' brains stupid because of Gui Zhui? How could she still suspect that it was them who were shouting for help when the person was in front of her?

Sun Qianqian and Lin Ze shut their mouths in embarrassment and frustration.

Then all three of them looked in the direction of the cry for help and listened carefully. The sound was chaotic, and there must be more than one person shouting, at least three people.

Then the next second, five people, three men and two women, fled in panic from the end of the alley where they were. They all looked miserable.

Their clothes were disheveled and torn, and their heads and bodies were covered in blood. Only the two girls who were protected looked better, with no blood on their faces. The glaring red bloodstains were all concentrated on their arms and thighs.

The man who was being carried and ran and seemed to have fainted was the worst off. His head and face were covered in blood, and his body was the worst affected. The blood stained his back and clothes red. In comparison, the bloodstains on his arms and thighs were negligible.

Si Tiantian blinked her big eyes and tried to distinguish between the drooping head and the blood-covered face.

[This guy looks like my second brother, right? He must have encountered some strange things. He's in such a miserable state, bleeding so much. He's probably going to die from blood loss.]

Xiao Dai: [It's my second brother, host. He passed away young. We're going to have one less tool on our list of emotion collectors. What a shame!]

"Alas, there's nothing we can do. He's dead and we can't bring him back to life. But for the sake of our brotherly relationship, I can dig a hole and bury him."

Si Qian moved his drooping head, his brain was buzzing and aching, and his vision was blacking out, but he still endured the tearing pain in his head and tried hard to prick up his ears.

Who, who said they wanted to bury him? That would be burying him alive. He felt he could still be rescued.

This little movement didn't escape Si Tiantian's sharp eyes. "Ah, it's still moving. It seems it's not completely dead."

Si Qian: ...Who the hell is cursing him!

He gritted his teeth and used his willpower to fight against his increasingly dizzy mind, determined not to let himself faint. Even before fainting, he wanted to see who was cursing him.

But before he could see the person clearly, the surprised voices of his fellow graduate students reached his ears.