"Alright, things are almost resolved. I'm really fed up... You kept me from catching up on my sleep. I haven't had a full night's sleep in over ten days."

After chopping up the person, Zhan Xinjia raised his finger, yawned, and turned to leave.

It's not like I haven't had a good night's sleep.

For the past ten days or so, she had been staying up all night digging pits to bury people. Just when she finally finished burying the bodies, Lord Shen's carriage set off again, and she had to chase after it while dozing off.

Fu Shouan still maintained that stunned expression after being startled.

He pointed tremblingly at Qian Bo, who was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground.

"...Should we not kill him?"

“Oh, we decent people don’t do things like stealing kills. Kill, of course kill, I’m saving them for Qiao Niang.”

Qiao Niang is the biggest victim in this whole affair. This dog's life should be put to rest by Qiao Niang herself, right?

Upon hearing the name "Qiao Niang," Qian Bo, who was covered in blood and delirious, regained his senses for a moment. As if grasping at a lifeline, a strong will to survive suddenly burst forth in his eyes.

"You...you can't kill me! You're Qiao Niang's friends? I'm that little bitch Qiao Niang...I'm her man!!"

I've seen shameless people, but I've never seen anyone this shameless.

Both Zhan Xinjia and Fu Shouan were speechless.

A flash of cold light appeared, and in a swish, before Fu Shouan could react, the sword at his waist was drawn.

Almost instantly, with a clang, the sword was once again neatly sheathed.

Zhan Xinjia looked disgusted and dusted off his sleeves as if trying to get rid of bad luck.

"Alright, you're not a man anymore."

Fu Shouan was stunned again.

ah? ?

His gaze, without prior agreement, followed the shocked Qian Bo's, turning towards a certain indescribable place.

The hem of his dark robe was slowly soaked with blood. The belated, intense pain made Qian Bo clutch his crotch and kneel on the ground, wishing he could crawl around everywhere. The screams that came from his throat were even more shrill than when a pig was slaughtered during the New Year.

While inwardly cursing how fast this little girl's sword was, so fast that he hadn't even seen how she moved, Fu Shou'an suddenly thought of something else...

"Waaaaaahh ...

Fu Shouan put on a mask of pain.

He wanted to hug his beloved sword and cry, but he felt it was dirty. He paced back and forth in the kitchen in a hurry. In the end, he could only squat down in despair, holding his head, and howled a sound even sharper than Qian Bo's.

Zhan Xinjia: "..."

Zhan Xinjia: "Can't you act like a man? When you do this, I thought I was too quick and couldn't stop myself..."

Amidst the two people's alternating, unrestrained, and deeply mournful cries of taboo, Shen Suqing and Qiao Niang, who were in the guest room, finally couldn't help but come over to check what was going on.

Chen Suqing was speechless and choked with emotion.

The shopkeeper's screams were already pitiful, but Fu Shou'an's screams sounded like someone in his family had died.

The moment the two entered the kitchen, they saw this drawing of hell—

Fu Shouan held his head and wept in despair at the doorway, while at his feet lay a withered head with its eyes wide open in terror.

Further inside, a limp corpse was still gushing blood, spraying wildly left and right, and even reaching the roof beams.

The shopkeeper, his face contorted and his mouth crooked, was frantically crawling on the ground searching for something, occasionally making lewd groping gestures.

Finally, there was Zhan Xinjia, standing calmly by the door with her arms crossed in front of her chest.

She was leaning against the wall, munching on a straw, shaking her leg and humming an off-key tune. The horrifying scene before her did not affect her cheerful mood at all.

Shen Suqing: "..."

Shen Suqing: "...Was it the way I opened the door that I did something wrong?"

As he was speaking, the corpse suddenly changed direction and gushed blood. If Zhan Xinjia hadn't reacted quickly and pulled him and the horrified Qiao Niang aside, they would probably have been splattered with blood.

Zhan Xinjia rubbed her hands together somewhat embarrassedly, then lowered her head shyly, looking like a shy little bird clinging to someone with a guilty expression.

"Hehe, I accidentally poked a major artery, that's a bit cruel, huh?"

"You call this a little cruel?!"

Fu Shouan rebuked her.

Now, he looked at Zhan Xinjia as if he were looking at a monster.

He never dreamed that such a small, bean sprout-like body could be so brutal. With her thin arms and legs, how could she be stronger than an ox plowing the field?

That was a human head! She chopped it off without even blinking!

Upon hearing Fu Shouan's accusations, Zhan Xinjia felt even more ashamed.

She stepped forward and patted Fu Shou'an on the shoulder, adopting a friendly buddy-buddy stance, and gave him a wry, pretentious look.

"I'm sorry, I've already apologized. You have to take it easy. Young man, that's life..."

The group chatted idly, oblivious to the fact that no one else was around. Qian Bo, who was destined to spend the rest of his life practicing the Sunflower Manual, also recovered from the excruciating pain and collapse.

Knowing that these people wouldn't let him go, he decided to throw caution to the wind.

"If you kill me, the Goddess will not let you off!"

"goddess?"

Zhan Xinjia casually picked at his ear; well, it was just a matter of one cut anyway.

However, on the other hand, this shady shop really is part of that Lanjiang faction.

But she thought Lan Jiang's abilities weren't up to par either! They even took in this kind of brain-dead idiot. What use are a few useless people who can turn poison into porridge together in the organization? They'd only be good mascots in the mess hall.

Having finally managed to calm himself down, Fu Shouan trembled as he drew his sword, pointing it directly at Qian Bo's throat.

"Tell me everything about who the goddess is, where she is, and how she usually gives you orders, and I'll give you a quick death."

Qian Bo: "?"

Qian Bo: "Dude, I've been castrated and in pain for ages, what kind of relief can you expect from me?"

He clutched his groin and gave a cold, mocking laugh. "The Goddess is all-knowing and all-powerful; how could mortals like you be worthy of understanding her? Even if I die, the Goddess will guide my soul to the divine palace..."

"Alright, alright, stop."

Zhan Xinjia directly interrupted Qian Bo's cult speech.

"If you don't know, just say you don't know. Why make up all this nonsense? Are you out of your mind, Qiao Niang?!"

After calling out Qiao Niang's name, Zhan Xinjia casually pulled out a dagger from his sleeve and threw it in Qiao Niang's direction.

"Go, stab him."

Qiao Niang hurriedly caught the dagger and nodded with tears in her eyes.

Ignoring her weakened state after applying medicine, Qiao Niang aggressively stepped forward and held a dagger to Qian Bo's neck. Perhaps because Qian Bo was too tough, he didn't die immediately.

If it were a normal person, especially a fragile little girl who had suffered abuse and bullying for years, theoretically her mind should be more sensitive and vulnerable, perhaps even timid...

But when facing an enemy, it's hard to say.

Qiao Niang frowned in distress, pondered for a moment, and then began to repeatedly slash the dagger back and forth across Qian Bo's throat like sawing wood. For a moment, a series of teeth-grinding, bone-chilling crunching sounds filled the air...

Shen Suqing turned his back in despair.

Oh no, it seems the new kid his mentally challenged son just picked up isn't normal either.

Amid the joyous atmosphere of the water-based head-cutting ceremony, Fu Shou'an, who was ignored by everyone, rolled his eyes and nearly fainted from anger.

Why the hell did you steal my sword when you had your own dagger?!

Who will speak up for him?!