"It's not over yet."

Xia Chuhe leaned forward, using his body as cover, and with a smile slipped something into the hand of a high school student. Then, with lightning speed, he turned around and grabbed Mr. Dai.

Mr. Dai remained completely calm: "I forgot to tell you, in this spacetime, the rules are unshakeable. Ghosts can only capture people, not gods. You can't kill me."

Xia Chuhe took several ropes from the farm and tied Mr. Dai's hands and feet together. Then, like a silkworm spinning a cocoon, he wrapped him up in circles.

Mr. Dai struggled, but couldn't break free. He wasn't flustered, though. The two people opposite him, one a ghost and the other a human, were in opposition, making it difficult to choose. As long as they delayed making a decision, he would surely be the one to win in the end.

As for the price of failure, it is death.

Even if they had to make a choice, Mr. Dai wasn't afraid. Their choices would only lead to two outcomes—

The demon sacrificed himself to protect the high school students. However, without the demon's protection, the high school students were no match for him, even when he was bound.

Or, the demon, who has a complete advantage, attacks the high school student. Of course, in this case, if the high school student dies, Mr. Dai won't survive either.

Mr. Dai would be happy with either outcome.

His mission was to kill Xia Chuhe, who was seventeen years old.

He didn't care if he lost his life, as long as he could complete the mission.

Mr. Dai quickly weighed the pros and cons in his mind and smiled with satisfaction: "Miss Ghost, what will you choose?"

Xia Chuhe looked at a high school student and sighed.

Actually, she didn't really like her younger self that much. She was a bit arrogant and clever, a bit reckless and self-sacrificing, a bit hesitant and soft-hearted, and her eyesight was a little impaired. She always thought she was her mother.

But there's nothing I can do; she's who she is.

Xia Chuhe loved her.

Xia Chuhe came for her.

Xia Chuhe rubbed the watch on her wrist. She didn't belong to this space; the so-called death was nothing but an illusion to her.

When the "ding" sounded, Xia Chuhe handed a piece of paper to a high school student and said softly, "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

Mr. Dai, who also heard this, scoffed.

A high school student slowly writes a word on a piece of paper with one hand.

Xia Chuhe did not fall to the ground like the blue-collar workers, but simply disappeared.

A high school student breathed a sigh of relief and raised his other hand, which was holding a gun.

The gun was already loaded; she only needed to pull the trigger when she was less than two meters away.

"No! No!" Mr. Dai jumped up and down twice, shaking the blade hidden in his sleeve into his hand. Unfortunately, he didn't have enough time to cut the rope.

He never understood how a high school student could have a firearm in a game where illegal gun possession was prohibited.

The game world began to dissipate the moment Xia Chuhe left. The instant the real internet cafe appeared, the dying Mr. Dai collapsed directly into the arms of a high school student standing in front of a computer.

Xia Qingxue, who was standing at the entrance of the internet cafe, immediately rushed over, picked up Mr. Dai, covered the blood on his chest, and walked out while cursing, "Your internet cafe is a shady place! You dare to let minors in! Be careful, or I'll report you!"

Just as the internet cafe manager was about to explain, a high school student quickly put twenty yuan on the bar and made a "shh" gesture.

Xia Qingxue carried Mr. Dai, who was bleeding profusely, on the street in the pouring rain. Blood soaked her clothes on the back, and as the bloodstains spread, drops of blood dripped from the hem of her clothes, mingling with the rainwater and flowing into the sewers.

There was not a trace left, just like Mr. Dai's existence, appearing out of thin air and disappearing into thin air, and no one would investigate him.

The silent mother and daughter, along with a corpse, slowly walked to a black car.

The car door opened, Xia Qingxue threw Mr. Dai inside, then got into the car, and finally a high school student who didn't dare to breathe loudly got in.

Despite experiencing something terrible, in the mind of this high school student, skipping class to go to an internet cafe seemed to be a more serious matter. Would her mother hold her accountable later?

To avoid being punished later, a high school student tried to escape by acting cute and weak.

Before she could speak, Xia Qingxue said, "You are a very good and smart child. I don't need you to have any extraordinary abilities. My greatest wish is for you to be safe and sound."

Xia Qingxue didn't know if Xia Chuhe was still alive after he grew up, but she hoped that Xia Chuhe could hear these words, her true feelings.

The high school student, who was inexplicably praised and received blessings, responded with a bewildered "Oh."

Although others could not perceive the abnormal spacetime created by Mr. Dai, Xia Qingxue, who possessed abilities related to spacetime, saw it clearly.

She saw her daughter's composure and natural adventurous spirit, and she also saw some of her future daughter's strangeness, which was not entirely the spatial ability described on the phone. This inevitably made Xia Qingxue feel both comforted and frustrated.

He felt comforted by his daughter's strong survival skills, but also frustrated that she couldn't escape the fate of the wasteland.

To avoid being punished for skipping class to go online, a high school student finally snapped out of his daze and realized the unusual situation: "Mom, how come you... don't you find it strange? Do you know what just happened? What should we do with this body? And also, I think I just saw my future self? It should be my future self, right? Not your younger self, right?"

That's right. One high school student is more inclined to believe that the person just now was his adult self, and that calling her "Mom" was entirely intentional, just to tease her, since she didn't object.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Deng Congrong skillfully handed a high school student an unscrewed water cup: "Don't rush, let your mom explain to you slowly after you finish drinking it."

A high school student excitedly and nervously finished drinking the water and looked at Xia Qingxue expectantly.

However, her anticipation for the world of adventure was slowly defeated by sleepiness. She slowly closed her eyes, muttering resentfully, but the words she uttered were completely incoherent.

What story are you going to make up for her this time?

"How about this story of skipping class to play games, the teacher going to find her, and she accidentally falling into a sewer?"

"Not good at all. Poor kid. He already has enough childhood trauma. Now that he's almost an adult, he's going to have to suffer another one."

Xia Qingxue relaxed her tense body and leaned lazily against the back: "Teach her a lesson so she won't keep playing games."

After saying that, Xia Qingxue couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

Because she recalled the story and experiences of blue-collar workers in the game world.

She couldn't help but secretly wonder if she and that ghost were different.

No, it's not that it should be, it's that it's definitely different.

She wouldn't start that fire, much less stand by and watch her daughter be burned alive.

If there were a fire that couldn't be extinguished, she would rush into it without hesitation, even if she were burned to a crisp.

Deng Congrong helplessly cast his memory-overwriting ability on a high school student and casually asked, "What are you going to do with the corpse?"

"Burn it to ashes and scatter it down the drain," Xia Qingxue said absentmindedly.