After six years in the apocalypse, Xi Xi tragically died at the hands of her aunt's family. Unexpectedly, she was reborn on the day the apocalypse began. Just as she was preparing to leverage h...
She chuckled, as if imagining a comical scene: "Too bad, you might not be able to use that cultural heritage item~"
Huh? What?! Rui Xiaomin still has cultural relics?? Xi Xi, who was eavesdropping at the corner of the stairs, was startled, but failed to grasp the hidden meaning in Madam Yada's words.
Pig Man's face turned ashen. According to the organization's regulations, all cultural relics must be handed over or reported, and then distributed by him, the "Emperor," according to the actual situation.
Rui Xiaomin was usually an obedient slave of China with no strength to even kill a chicken. Pig Man could never have imagined that she would dare to hoard such important cultural relics.
An alarm bell rang in his heart, but he looked suspiciously at his wife, with whom he spent every day. After all, Rui Xiaomin seemed harmless and weak-willed, and had never escaped his subtle manipulations...
"How do you know something that the search team couldn't find? Could it be that her cultural heritage would suppress your... potion?" A sharp glint flashed in Yada Tsukasa's eyes as he quickly caught the loophole.
It can only be said that those who lack ability will not amount to anything. The female doctor seemed not to have expected her husband to guess the truth so quickly, and a hint of panic flashed across her face.
"Hahahaha, I knew it! That's why you hate her so much..." After all, they were an old married couple. The pig man immediately noticed his wife's fleeting embarrassment and confidently opened the light screen to command, "Bring Rui Xiaomin over."
At the man's command, his wife suddenly sprang to her feet, her swollen fingers pressing on the sofa armrest, and a pale purple vapor instantly filled the RV.
"You actually dared to release poison gas?!" Mrs. Yada was choked and pressed against the liquor cabinet by her husband, bourbon whiskey dripping down her black hair.
Yada Tsukasa instinctively reached for the car door to jump out, only to find that all the doors and windows were locked, and beads of sweat immediately appeared on his forehead.
Xi Xi: What's going on? Is she here to play the victim today?
She held her breath and quietly retreated to the second floor, making sure to lock the door to the second-floor hallway as well.
Good riddance.