The disheveled "Cheng Ma" stood in the center of the crowd, receiving everyone's kneeling worship.

Let alone Cheng's mother, even Liu Yunyan probably never imagined in her life that so many people would bang their heads against the ground for her makeup skills that are not waterproof at all.

The fact that she knelt down was one thing, but the unexpected bonus of praise was something Xi Xi hadn't anticipated at all.

Unfortunately, apart from a few Chinese words mixed in, Xi Xi didn't understand a single word.

Once the islanders knelt down, they became ruthless, lost all emotion, and became suicidal... Xi Xi was not idle either. She took the opportunity to move among the crowd and seize the weapons and talismans of everyone present.

Before she could even make a move, she was instantly thrown to the ground by a powerful force, and then a gleaming dagger stabbed straight at her.

Good heavens, this is a trap!

It seems Miyano was completely unaffected by the Beauty Charm! Not only that, he was just acting in unison with the crowd to conceal his true strength!

"Watch out—" a voice came from afar. Chu Zhiqin shouted almost instinctively!

Xi Xi nimbly rolled to the side, using Rui Xiaomin as a human shield to block Gong Ye's dagger attack.

Rui Xiaomin, already scarred from being whipped, was stabbed in the back of the neck, her face turning even paler. She barely managed to raise her head and glared at Xi Xi like a madwoman.

Meanwhile, Miyano was struck by Chu Zhiqin's Thunder Wolf Fang Mace and slammed hard into the kitchen storage shelf behind him.

He lay convulsing in a pool of blood, his charred right hand still clutching half a stalk of wheat, his eyes fixed on the two people talking in Chinese, when suddenly his whole body trembled violently.

Miyano secretly speculated that the middle-aged woman in front of him was definitely not the "Cheng's mother" who had been captured. Judging from her strength, she was very likely a top player on the list and a Chinese person. In this way, the range suddenly narrowed down a lot - Cha Eleven!

It's CHN****X11!

It's a legendary team that ranks highly on both the mileage and comfort lists! It's the car that Rui Xiaomin used generous resources to have him track and observe!

I initially thought it was just a coincidence that the last three digits of the license plate were the same as those of a top mileage leader, since it was only a two-story RV and its level of luxury was quite ordinary. But I never expected that there was something else going on inside!

"You are..." The hoarse voice was swallowed up by the noise.

The crowd, who had been kneeling on the ground, gradually regained their senses. Their foreheads were bruised and purple from the banging, and a chorus of wails erupted.

"Oh no! The Emperor is gone! The Emperor... he's dead!"

In the distance, someone suddenly started shouting loudly.

"Captain Ironhead's avatar is grayed out too!"

Chaos erupted all around. Screams of terror rose and fell.

Rather than fight back, most unarmed laborers chose to flee.

Just then, Xi Xi touched the transparent bead in her arms and winked at a corner of the crowd. The next second, a terrifying sound of a gourd flute resounded throughout the entire camp.

In the crowd, Cheng Xu used the Howling Wind Hulusi in perfect unison, and the sonic attack instantly ripped through the night sky.

Xi Xi naturally located Cheng Xu's figure early on, not for any other reason than that she inexplicably started to understand Japanese again.

The boy's eyes were bloodshot with hatred, and the moment the hulusi (a type of flute) started playing, all the tents in the camp began to shake.

Those islanders who had just gotten up and fled suddenly clutched their heads; some spurted blood from their ears, while others frantically pounded their temples with their fists.

Xi Xi's face suddenly began to burn. She subconsciously touched her face and realized that the disguise talisman was almost worn out.

The entire disguise quietly disappeared, revealing a porcelain-white face—with some residual powder and makeup, it was clear that it was the face of a young woman.

With delicate features, fair skin, and eyebrows as dark as ink, she exuded a hazy gentleness in the firelight of the iron furnace, which seemed quite incongruous with the surrounding bloody scene.

"Xiao Xi, your face..." Chu Zhiqin quickly blocked the view of those around her.

Xi Xi shook her head at her mother to indicate that she was alright, then coldly glanced around. They were all dead; what did it matter if they'd seen her face or not?

"Impossible... Absolutely impossible!" Rui Xiaomin suddenly realized something and screamed as she crawled toward the center of the tent.

She had imagined many scenarios of arresting Xi Xi and mocking her at will, but she never expected to meet Xi Xi under these circumstances! Even more unexpectedly, Xi Xi turned out to be a young and beautiful girl even younger than herself!

Rui Xiaomin's blood-stained fingers tugged at her hair, her nails flying off without her noticing.

Xi Xi snatched the necklace from Rui Xiaomin's neck: "It's time to return it to its rightful owner." She sneered at Rui Xiaomin, "Speaking of which, your voice is really not good. Don't use that hoarse voice as a clip, it's disgusting."

“However…” Xi Xi’s eyes darted around, she shook the necklace in her hand, and continued meaningfully, “Maybe some people with a taste for the unusual like you and Yada Tsukasa, oh right, and you and Tie Tou… well, you’re welcome, you’ll go down in history.”

Rui Xiaomin's already pale face instantly stiffened, her expression trembling as she pondered Xi Xi's words. Could it be that the necklace wasn't an ornament but a high-latitude camera?!

Actually, the synesthetic necklace doesn't have a video recording function. Xi Xi's statement was just another case of her talking nonsense, just to spite Rui Xiaomin.

After all, this woman's reputation in server 777 is already ruined. Even if she were interested in kicking someone when they're down, she probably wouldn't make a fuss.

Rows of shelves crashed to the ground amidst the sound waves, and Rui Xiaomin died in resentment and bitterness. Meanwhile, Gong Ye, who had escaped in the chaos, was forced back into a corner by Cheng Xu.

Cheng Xu played the hulusi with great effort; it was his weapon to avenge his parents.

Miyano rolled around, clutching his ears, black blood seeping from his seven orifices. He struggled desperately, pulling out his last trump card weapon, but under the fierce attack of the sound waves, he could not stand firm and finally collapsed to the ground, where he remained for a long time.

Chu Zhiqin then took all his belongings, including the string of wheat he had just received.

Whenever Cheng Xu recalled the horrific wounds on his parents' bodies, his resentment grew stronger. He felt unable to let go of the hatred and was unwilling to easily end Gong Ye's life. He wanted Gong Ye to experience the torment and pain that his parents had suffered.

It's time to settle accounts one by one.

He walked towards the disheveled Miyano, his face ashen, his eyes cold as knives, as if he could see into Miyano's soul through his body.

Slowly raising his foot, Cheng Xu crushed Gong Ye's glasses, which had fallen to the ground, with every movement carrying an irresistible pressure.

Miyano was so frightened that his face turned deathly pale, his body trembled uncontrollably, and he even wet his pants on the spot...

Therefore, Xi Xi and Chu Zhiqin made a quick decision to have Cheng Xu take charge of cleaning up the mess here, while they withdrew first, taking the opportunity to loot all the supplies of the Yamato Guard.

The ground was already littered with corpses lying haphazardly. Xi Xi had barely lifted the tent flap and taken two steps when a dark figure suddenly appeared and blocked her path.