Whump!
Blood splattered everywhere!
Chunks of meat fell to the ground with a clatter.
Ke Ling and Ke Li reacted in time, conjuring a barrier in front to block the splashing blood.
Seeing the carnage she had caused, Yang Liuqing couldn’t help but cover her mouth, struggling to suppress the urge to vomit.
At the same time, a wave of fatigue surged through her body, rushing to her head.
The attack just now had been extremely draining.
“Master, are you all right?” Ke Ling asked, her expression worried.
Her master might never have even killed a chicken before, yet now she had butchered a mutated humanoid monster. It must be hard on her psyche.
“Xiao Qingqing, don’t dwell on it. That was just a monster. If you didn’t kill her, we’d be dead.” Even Ke Li, who was usually mischievous, couldn’t help but comfort her now.
“This world is already completely different from what you knew before.”
“…Sorry, I just feel like throwing up. I didn’t think it through.” Yang Liuqing took a deep breath. The rusty smell of iron filled her nostrils, making her stomach even more uncomfortable.
As Ke Li had said, if she didn’t kill that thing, everyone here would be finished. Zhurou Rong had to die. Even if it meant staining her own hands, she had to strike him down. She could only convince herself that way. However, physiologically, she still felt tremendous discomfort.
Ke Ling and Ke Li could naturally see that she was putting on a brave face. But at a time like this, there was no room to console her further. They had caused such a commotion that they needed to get out of there immediately.
“Master, time to run.” Ke Ling, who always wore a calm and indifferent expression, tugged at Yang Liuqing’s sleeve and reminded her.
“I know.” The latter averted her gaze from the pile of bloodstained flesh and looked at the Huayue Zimu Sword in her hand. This thing was terrifyingly sharp. It wasn’t convenient to carry. After a moment’s thought, she tried to put it into the newly added equipment slot on her panel. The result was a miraculous sight: the Huayue Zimu Sword flashed with white light and disappeared. Looking at the equipment slot, there was indeed a Big Sword. “Just like in a game,” Yang Liuqing couldn’t help but remark. This world was deviating from the world she knew, and the deviation would only grow larger.
Closing the panel, Yang Liuqing looked at the object beside the corpse that glinted faintly under the light: a set of keys. It had fallen from Zhurou Rong. Among them was a conspicuous remote key for a Treasure Donkey Car.
“Xiao Qingqing, I know what that is! I can drive!” Ke Li followed her gaze and spotted the car key.
“You can drive?” Yang Liuqing’s face showed doubt.
Ke Li nodded emphatically: “Mm-hmm! The knowledge we received includes driving skills!”
“Alright then. You drive. We need to escape far away.” Yang Liuqing didn’t want to stay a moment longer. In this little game, she was a prize. Either get caught and eaten, or run far away and never be found. There was no third option.
Ke Li casually flicked her hand, and the set of keys flew impossibly into her palm. Yang Liuqing was already used to such things.
The three of them stepped over the corpse and quickly went downstairs. By now, some people had heard the noise and appeared at the entrance. Yang Liuqing ignored them and ran swiftly. The two little ones followed like shadows. To ordinary people, they seemed almost invisible.
“Found it! The car is here!” As soon as they entered the street, Yang Liuqing spotted a white Treasure Donkey Car illegally parked on the road. This was Zhurou Rong’s car, bought not long ago. He had pulled up in front of her to show off, so she remembered it well. Thinking about her own meager income, she would never be able to afford a similar car in this lifetime. She never expected that today she would inherit Zhurou Rong’s legacy. Truly, fate is unpredictable.
Ke Li skillfully opened the door and let everyone get in. Yang Liuqing took the passenger seat. Ke Ling sat in the back.
“…Um, I’ve noticed a problem.” After adjusting the seat, Ke Li looked at Yang Liuqing seriously.
“What problem?” The latter tensed up. Was the car out of gas? That would be troublesome.
“…My legs can’t reach the pedals.” Ke Li blushed slightly and spoke quietly.
Hearing this, Yang Liuqing looked at the little girl’s legs, then at the position of the seat, and was speechless. Those short little legs—even with the seat adjusted all the way forward, she still couldn’t reach the accelerator and brake.
“Master, what do we do?” Ke Ling immediately abandoned the plan of letting Ke Li drive them to safety.
“I’ll do it. Without a car, we won’t get far.” Yang Liuqing gritted her teeth and made a decision. At this hour, most transportation had stopped. Taking a taxi would expose their location even faster. For now, she had to bite the bullet.
“Xiao Qingqing, can you drive?” Ke Li looked skeptical.
Yang Liuqing pursed her lips: “I’ve played a car simulator at work. I know the basics.”
“Big sis, we’re going to die.” Ke Li looked at Ke Ling in the back seat in despair.
“It’s fine. Trust the master.” Ke Ling was very calm. But if you looked closely, you could see her legs trembling.
Yang Liuqing switched places with Ke Li, adjusted the seat, and tried to start the car. With the drive gear engaged, brake released, gas pedal pressed, and steering wheel turned, the Treasure Donkey Car merged onto the main road. The whole sequence was smooth as silk, as if she were a natural veteran driver.
“Xiao Qingqing, you’ve secretly driven before, haven’t you?” Ke Li looked incredulous.
But Yang Liuqing shook her head: “Really, I haven’t. This is my first time.” As she spoke, she floored the accelerator, and the Treasure Donkey Car shot down the road like a wild beast.
“I don’t believe it!” Ke Li exclaimed. This girl immediately started speeding the moment she got behind the wheel—anyone who believed her had a hole in their head.
“It might be because of the Magic Potion. My learning ability seems to have been greatly enhanced.” Yang Liuqing had never had an experience like this before. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be delivering food. She could have easily learned some programming or built an AI model and lived comfortably.
“…That’s amazing Magic Potion.” Ke Li looked at Yang Liuqing as if she were a monster. They had received cheat-level infusions to gain knowledge and skills of this world, but they only knew how to do things, not master them. For example, driving skills—they couldn’t achieve the level of an old hand like Yang Liuqing.
Ke Ling couldn’t help but recall Yang Liuqing’s swordsmanship earlier. That level of proficiency was impossible for someone who had never touched a sword. Her growth potential was monstrous.
‘Fate is indeed ridiculous,’ she muttered softly, still expressionless.
Meanwhile, screams erupted on the other side. The gruesome scene in Yang Liuqing’s home had been discovered by a curious neighbor and reported to the Law Enforcement Bureau. Community personnel quickly mobilized and cordoned off the scene. Most people still hadn’t adapted to the changes in the world. To them, change was a terrifying thing. It meant the order would have to be reset. Chaos was coming.
“A storm is brewing…” At that moment, on the rooftop of the five-story farmer’s building where Yang Liuqing rented a room, a graceful figure stood on the thin parapet railing, letting the night wind blow through her long black hair.