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Above the head of the black-clad pixel figure, a long ellipsis bubble appeared for the Nth time.
Jiu Li: “!”
What... wait, this isn’t good! I’ve actually been seen!
Being caught by an NPC while rummaging through trash lowers their favorability—ugh! Snow White’s favor is notoriously hard to raise... It’s the same strategy everywhere. Even though Chu Liuxiang’s favor has reached two hearts, Snow White still stubbornly only grants half a heart...
This isn’t the early stage of the game anymore. The hard-earned favor cannot just drop—it would be heartbreaking... Huh? Why is there an extra half-heart now?
On the game’s social interface, a full red heart appeared behind the black pixel figure.
Player: “!”
Wait, Snow White... you actually like watching a silver-haired beauty rummage through garbage?! What kind of perverse hobby is this!
The player gasped, leaning back dramatically in front of the computer screen... Her gaze suddenly sharpened, realizing that the character Zhongyuan Yidianhong was no simple NPC, but actually secretly passionate!
As for Yidianhong’s inner thoughts, they were naturally far less elaborate than the player’s.
He was simply reminded of himself.
No one is born a killer. Zhongyuan Yidianhong lost his parents early and grew up surviving from hand to mouth. Jiu Li’s struggle for survival on a deserted island was strikingly similar to his own childhood. Her instinctive actions were perfectly natural.
Jiu Li glanced at him nervously.
The assassin: “............”
The assassin expressionlessly averted his gaze, as if not having seen her at all.
His sharp eyes were fixed on the four black-clad figures joking around.
Their uniforms were identical, their waist swords indistinguishable at a glance. It was immediately clear they belonged to a tightly organized faction—something also revealed by their conversation.
These men patrolled the island in shifts, but there was an interesting twist—patrolling was usually a dreaded task, assigned only to the lowliest members, the rootless and bullied grassroots.
However, in this faction, it was different. To be assigned patrol duty, one had to bribe the minor leader.
The assassin squinted.
Not far away, the four black-clad men were oblivious to their impending doom, eagerly awaiting the roast chicken over the campfire.
The chicken skin had turned an inviting reddish-brown. These men took their food seriously, patiently turning the chicken and carefully basting it with layers of marinade. The aroma drifted far and wide; anyone smelling it would involuntarily imagine the juicy sensation of tearing off a drumstick.
Hmm, looks about ready.
The assassin stared expressionlessly at the happy faces of the four men, suddenly flipping in midair like a black panther and pouncing!
He made no sound as he leapt; upon landing, the gleaming sword flashes appeared like fangs.
The sword moves were faster than lightning, more dazzling than sparks... For those who practiced martial arts, witnessing such swordplay would be more thrilling than fireworks or lightning.
Unfortunately, this sword technique can only be seen once!
Yidianhong flicked his wrist lightly, a loose shake, and somehow three swords thrust out in perfect succession, seemingly simultaneous. The strikes were precise; three pained cries sounded almost at once. The next moment, three black-clad men collapsed to the ground!
A drop of crimson blood slowly rolled off a sword tip, seeping into the cobblestone cracks.
They were all dead!
A small trickle of blood seeped from each of their throats—just a little, barely noticeable.
The lone surviving black-clad man shuddered!
Yidianhong suddenly turned his head, his beast-like, merciless green eyes locking onto him!
“N-no... don’t kill me—!”
He instinctively began begging for mercy!
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“What is this place? Who are you?”
Yidianhong’s questions were as straightforward and decisive as the man himself.
He didn’t threaten because he knew a coward only needed to see a little blood to be terrified into truth.
Sure enough, the man gasped heavily, words spilling out like peas, showing no loyalty to his faction.
“Great hero, spare me, please understand, this is Bat Island. We’re slaves of the island...”
Yidianhong’s pupils narrowed sharply, voice stern: “What did you say?!”
The island slave’s voice abruptly stopped. Thick sweat dripped from his forehead.
His lips trembled as he stammered, “This... this is... Bat Island...”
Bat Island!
This was not the first time Yidianhong had heard this name on this island.
Last time... well, never mind, he didn’t want to recall that scene.
Jiu Li had mistakenly thought bats were a local specialty and thus called it Bat Island. Although Yidianhong said nothing at the time, he had reflected deeply: why trust anyone but that foolish girl!
Yet...
This really was Bat Island.
The assassin’s heart stirred deeply, stealing a glance at Jiu Li.
Jiu Li was far from calm. Despite Yidianhong’s swift killing of three men before her eyes, she showed no fear, wandering energetically nearby, even trying to fish—but only caught a pile of trash.
She put away the fishing rod and eagerly rummaged through the island slaves’ luggage.
The assassin squinted.
A coincidence...?
Or is she hiding some secret...?
He casually said to her, “Eat the roast chicken while it’s hot.”
Then he turned his head back, his gaze instantly cold and his tone grim: “Continue.”
The island slave nervously swallowed and went on, “Our master is the Bat Young Master...”
“Bang—!”
That was the sound of Jiu Li smashing a wooden crate with a stone axe.
“...This is a large auction site. Every month we receive guests from Zhongyuan...”
“Hiss—!”
Jiu Li tore open a wrapped cloth.
“...We live in a blessed secluded place. Once guests enter the cave, they cannot leave until their time comes. We island slaves rely on branded marks to come and go...”
“Stop!”
This was Yidianhong’s command when he saw Jiu Li rifling through a dead man’s underwear.
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