It's a side dish with an old face that's so familiar that it's so familiar.
He looked at Anxi triumphantly and walked towards Anxi with a sarcastic smile on his lips.
His steps swayed as he walked, his head followed a little bit, and he raised half of his eyebrows, looking like a complete gangster.
"Hey, who is this?" Xiao Cai said in a sinister tone, glancing up and down at An Qian, "Isn't this a great hero? Why didn't you come out when such a big thing happened just now?"
Anxi ignored his provocation and asked: "What happened just now? Why are there so many corpses."
"Oh these." Xiaocai chuckled: "These are Brother Yu's masterpieces. Those who don't listen should be killed. By the way, you don't know, this is Brother Yu's world."
"No." An Qian waved her hand, "I'm asking you what happened. Who asked you whose world this is?"
"Hey you!" Xiaocai was about to get angry when she heard An Qian was so rude.
"Cough cough cough cough! Ugh—!"
But he suddenly bent down and hugged his arms tightly. After shaking for a while, he vomited violently, as if he wanted to vomit out all his heart, liver, spleen and lungs.
After vomiting, his skin began to glow purple, which was a sign of mutation. Anxi remembered that when she first saw Xiao Cai, his body was soaked in sea water.
"Uh... help me..." Xiao Cai also realized that something was wrong with him, and asked An Qian for help, then raised his feet and prepared to move forward.
But, before he could take a step.
"Pfft!"
The sound of the blade piercing flesh echoed through the corridors.
Xiaocai stared in shock, his pupils locked, and blood spat out from his mouth, dripping down his chin and seeping into the already blood-red carpet.
But the sharp knife on his chest was pulled out mercilessly, and the wound on his chest was also bleeding, staining his wrinkled shirt red.
Xiaocai fell to the ground, twitched a few times, and turned into one of the various corpses in the corridor.
"Tsk."
After Xiao Cai fell down, the murderer behind him was revealed. He was a man of medium height but strong build. He was holding half an iron rod, with a sharp knife for cutting vegetables tied to the top of the iron rod.
Behind him were two male ghosts, one tall and one short but both thin and weak, standing on both sides like two telegraph poles.
"Brother Yu." One of the telegraph poles spoke. He pointed at An Qian opposite them and said, "That's her. She used to always pretend to kill those mutated things everywhere, thinking she was the boss."
The ghost named Brother Yu stared at An Qian for a while, raised his head, let out a sneer from his nostrils, and then pretended to say hello to An Qian.
Then, he took out a cigarette from his pocket, took two steps, handed it to An Qian and said, "I know you killed a lot of those mutated things before, and you worked hard, but..."
Brother Yu paused and spoke again: "But things have changed now. This place will be under my control from now on."
"..."
Anxi responded to him in silence for a moment.
After thinking for a while, he realized that Brother Yu and his followers had always thought that An Qian had killed mutated ghosts in order to be a hero and become the boss in the accommodation floor.
An Qian was quite surprised why they thought so, and said, "You can take care of it if you want. What does it have to do with me? Why do you think I was taking care of this place before?"
"You don't want to take care of this place, why are you killing those mutated things?" Brother Yu seemed to have heard something incredible and retorted, "Are you kind-hearted? Just giving without seeking profit? Impossible, I don't think you are that stupid. , don’t you just want the status here?”
Anxi was speechless.
This is really a chicken-and-duck talk.
She killed those mutated ghosts just to ensure safety.
But these ghosts hiding behind the door either think she is stupid and naive and don't care about their own interests, or they think she is smart and does these things just to be the boss.
They all looked at Anxi killing mutant ghosts from the perspective of personal gain and loss, and completely misunderstood Anxi.
An Qian exhaled irritably and said to Brother Yu who was standing in front of her: "I'm not interested in taking care of this place. If you want to take care of it, just give in."
After saying that, An Qian wanted to continue walking, but Brother Yu in front of her remained motionless, blocking the road like a wall.
He raised an eyebrow and said arrogantly: "You can leave if you want. However, we didn't kill so many mutant ghosts in vain."
"Please pay some protection fees and hard work fees first."
Hearing what he said, Anxi stretched out her hand towards him and asked: "Then those mutant ghosts I killed before were not in vain. Give me some protection fees and hard work fees."
"Ha, I knew you would say that." A mocking and self-righteous smile appeared on Brother Yu's face, and then he turned and glanced at the follower behind him.
The two telegraph pole-like followers immediately understood, turned around, walked back, and pushed open the nearest door.
Behind the door is a group of submissive ghosts. Their bodies are covered with wounds. It doesn't look like the wounds were bitten by mutated ghosts, but more like cuts made by knives.
They were all frightened when they saw the door open. They huddled together and looked at Brother Ze and his two followers in fear.
The two lackeys entered the room.
"Don't block the way!" They yelled at the ghost in the room, raised their feet and kicked the head of the ghost blocking the door.
The kicked ghost did not dare to resist and crawled to the other side on hands and feet.
The tall follower looked around the room and took out Zelan and Xiaoqi who were tied up tightly.
Both of their bodies were covered with injuries, their clothes were in tatters, and their cheeks had a few bloody cuts. The wounds were fleshy and would leave scars even if they healed in the future.
Seeing this scene, An Qian couldn't help frowning and glanced at Brother Yu with disgust.
Brother Yu looked back at An Qian with a sinister smile: "Will you give it to me? If you don't give it, don't blame me for being merciless."
Brother Yu said harsh words on this side, while on the other side, the tall follower took out a knife from his arms and pressed it against Zelan's cheek.
The tip of the knife sank into the flesh of his cheek, and a drop of bright red blood flowed down his face.
Zelan closed her eyes silently, neither begging for mercy nor asking Anxi to save her. Xiaoqi glanced at Anxi, pursed her lips, and finally said nothing, lowered her head and cried softly.
"I don't want much." Brother Yu's voice sounded again, and he put his arm on Anxi's shoulders fearlessly, "Just give me two-thirds of the things in your room."
An Qian did not respond. She stared at the miserable state of Zelan and Xiaoqi and the trembling ghosts in the room for a long time before she said, "Why do you have to do this? Everyone is minding their own business or working together." Isn’t it good to win?”
"Hahahahaha!" Brother Yu threw his head up and laughed a few times as if he had heard something ridiculous.
Then, he pinched An Qian's shoulder and said, "Are you kidding me? I've had enough of those rules. What's the point of talking about conscience and bullshit morals?"
"This world is about the jungle. As long as I am strong, I will be their master and they will be my slaves. I can torture them as much as I want. They have to find a way to give me a sacrifice! Otherwise I will kill them!"
"Do you really think so?"
An Qian asked expressionlessly: "As long as you are strong, is it okay? No matter what you do?"
