I'm having EMO, can you help me die?

Xu Wei: You guys really don't care whether we live or die.

The group found themselves in a dark alleyway.

"Xu Wei, which way are you leading us?"

"I don't know the way."

He covered his ears and pouted as he spoke.

Lin Sisi: ......

"Wait, I'll call the driver now."

He took his phone out of his pocket, dialed a number, and said, "Hello..."

pat-

The phone fell to the ground again. "Hey, young master, where are you?"

Snapped--

The strangely dressed woman stomped on the phone and smashed it to pieces.

Where is Song Jia?

She was holding an iron rod in her hand, chewing on something she couldn't identify.

"Do you know who I am? My new phone!"

"Don't think I won't hit you just because you're a woman!"

Xu Wei rushed forward to beat the girl, but the girl swung an iron rod.

bang!

"Xu Wei!"

"He's the young master of the Xu family! You dare touch him! The Xu family won't let you get away with this!"

Just as Lin Sisi was about to step forward, the girl waved her hand.

"I don't care who you are, hand over Song Jia, or I can't guarantee he'll be able to get away with this today!"

A dozen or so boys dressed in equally bizarre clothes surrounded them, their hair in all sorts of colors, each wearing a thuggish smile.

"Sister Man, here are two more girls. How about we let the younger guys play with them as a reward?"

"Okay."

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Someone stepped on my hand!" Xu Wei, who had injured his leg, knelt on the ground and couldn't stand up.

"Yu Man!"

A sound came from behind.

"Finally decided to come out? You coward!"

She reached out her hand, and the dozen or so people stood still.

“Our feud is none of anyone else’s business. Let them go.”

I was hiding here, but she found me again. She's like a persistent ghost.

"Let them go? Since you care about them so much, then I can't let them go even more."

A dozen or so people picked up iron bars to warm up, then walked towards the group with smiles on their faces.

Seeing this, Song Jia's expression turned sour. She didn't want to get involved with the Mu and Xu families, but Yu Man was fearless; otherwise, she wouldn't have survived until now.

"Shen Qingqing, I'll count to three and you run, understand?"

Mu Jing and Shen Qingqing didn't react much to this scene, seemingly not hearing Song Jia's words.

Lin Sisi, who was behind, had already opened her phone and dialed a number.

"1, 2, 3! Run!"

Song Jia rushed into the crowd and blocked the attack of more than a dozen people.

Bang bang bang—

Turning his head, he saw that the others hadn't moved. In that moment of surprise, he was hit on the head by a thug.

"hiss-"

Clang clang clang—

She was hit several more times, blood dripping from Song Jia's head, and her arms were covered in bright red welts from the blows.

Xu Wei, who was nearby, suddenly felt that his own injuries were nothing; this guy was really good at enduring pain.

"Um, do you need any help?"

Shen Qingqing asked a question symbolically.

The sticks clashed, the punches landed hard, and Yu Man laughed when she heard this.

"Haha, Song Jia, what's up? You've made another good friend?"

Song Jia remained silent.

In such a big place, how did I end up in this particular spot?

Xu Wei was exhausted. He should have just sent a driver to pick him up; he would never dare to run away again.

[Host, Song Jia bullied the original owner of this body. Are you going to help her?]

Shouldn't I be the one bullying her?

Lazybones: Emmm, don't tell me about the host...

The original owner's list is really troublesome. Shen Qingqing closed her eyes.

That familiar sickle appeared out of nowhere.

The jet-black hilt exudes an aura of death.

"Injuried."

Mu Jing tightened his grip on her hand, looking worried.

"I won't get hurt."

Shen Qingqing let go of his hand.

"When did that appear?!"

"Is that a sickle? Why is it so big!"

Not only were they surprised, but Lin Sisi and Xu Wei looked as if they had seen a ghost.

They witnessed the sickle appear the entire time.

"No, no, I must not be fully awake. How could I be hallucinating?"

Lin Sisi: Tell me, where is the science?

The girl carried a sickle, its black blade sparking as it scraped against the ground.

The piercing sound made those around grit their teeth.

[Host, take it easy.]

I don't kill people.

Yu Man winked at the people behind her.

Those men rushed forward and struck him with a stick.

brush-

The iron rod broke in the middle.

The cut was sharp, and it landed on the ground in the blink of an eye. Seeing this, the group of people took a few steps back.

When did sickles become so powerful?

"Don't come here!"

Shen Qingqing tilted her head, "Why?"

She took a step forward, and the others took a step back.

"Help!"

The others rushed up as well, each gripping their iron bars tightly and staring nervously at Shen Qingqing.

Then a strange atmosphere formed, and none of the dozen or so people dared to make a move.

Seeing that no one was moving, Shen Qingqing was too lazy to do anything and instead focused her gaze on Song Jia.

Song Jia stood up shakily, and at that moment, the dozen or so people rushed up to her.

【So annoying. 】

They're going to take action again.

She grabbed a sickle and threw it at the people, then quickened her pace.

The impact was too strong, and the people in the front row were unable to withstand it and fell to the ground.

At this moment, Shen Qingqing grasped the sickle.

Brush brush brush—

The remaining people collapsed to the ground, screaming, "Ahhh!"

"Ahhh!"

More than a dozen people lay on the ground, writhing in pain.

【Host! 】

I didn't kill anyone.

Fortunately, Xiao Lan had just changed the attributes of that scythe; otherwise, these people wouldn't be lying on the ground like this now.

The girl's expression was indifferent, and her words were cold.

"She's the only one I can bully."

"Who are you!"

Yu Man's eyes were filled with panic, all her previous composure gone. She had no idea who the person in front of her was.

"How long are you planning to keep watching?"

She shouted behind her.

They were only targeting Song Jia and this girl today; they wouldn't touch the others.

"Haha, I just wanted to see if our Miss Yu could handle this traitor."

A man wearing glasses emerged from the alley, his arms covered in dense tattoos.

"Hmph, that would be best!"

The man's expression brightened even more when he saw Shen Qingqing.

"Young lady, would you like to join us?"

Looking at the person lying on the ground, and the man and woman, these people didn't seem like good people.

"I don't associate with bad people."

Buzz —

The hilt of the knife was raised, pointed at the man's neck.

"Haha, I'm just kidding."

The man took a step back. What a joke! He had seen firsthand how sharp this thing was.

Besides, while others might not understand, he, a trained fighter, could tell at a glance that the girl was exceptionally skilled.

He wouldn't have believed such skill existed in the world if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes.

"I'm so sorry about tonight, we mistook you for someone else, haha." The man took off his glasses and said with a smile.

Song Jia knew this man; he was the one who brought her into the organization.

She avoided the man's gaze, her nails digging into her palms; no amount of pain could undo the damage she had suffered.

Sooner or later, she will make them pay the price.

"Are we just going to let them go like that?" Yu Man frowned and glanced at Song Jia.

A car sped up and stopped in front of the two of them.

"Then see you next time."

After the two left, Song Jia finally let go of his hand, her mouth and palms stained with blood.

[I'm so tired.]

The black scythe disappeared, and Shen Qingqing, with weary legs, walked to Mu Jing's side and leaned against him.

[Host, you only moved slightly!]

【tired.】

The host didn't seem tired even though he was killing zombies every day in the second instance.