“She probably just wants to see a chaotic and interesting situation.”
Yang Liuqing guessed the game administrator’s thoughts.
There was no so-called favoritism involved.
Doing it this way was simply more interesting.
If she had revealed the magic potion was in the heart, the battle for it would hardly turn into a free-for-all.
Kill Yang Liuqing, dig out the heart, pack up, and flee—all in one smooth motion.
They could even eat and run at the same time.
Leaving with a living person and leaving with a heart were two completely different levels of difficulty.
“Regardless, as long as the participants don’t know about this, we have the advantage.”
Ke Ling said calmly.
Even if they ran into someone much stronger than Yang Liuqing, they wouldn’t go straight for the kill.
That was the biggest advantage.
Moreover, competition among the factions would also ease the pressure on them to some extent.
“How about we set up a Martial Arts Tournament for Marriage?”
Yang Liuqing joked.
In essence, she wanted them to fight among themselves while she stayed in a safe zone and watched.
“Xiao Qingqing always wants to slack off at every opportunity. If you’re the prize, they’ll dig out your heart and eat you, you know.”
Ke Li raised a finger and wagged it.
“If we step in, it might actually prevent internal conflict,” Ke Ling analyzed carefully, finding the flaw.
“It could end up turning into an on-site auction, going to the highest bidder.”
To put it bluntly, these local factions crossed paths all the time.
Unless necessary, who would want to offend the other to death?
Right now, joining the struggle allowed them to stab each other in the back.
Bringing it out into the open meant it was a fight to the death.
“We still need to escape.”
Yang Liuqing gave up on illusions.
These paths were dead ends.
As the prize in this mini game, she was nothing more than a walking potion person.
If she didn’t accept that reality, she would start having unnecessary fantasies—thinking she could influence the situation.
“The only weapons I have on hand are the Huayue Zimu Sword and the Crimson Hound Movement Technique…”
Taking stock, Yang Liuqing couldn’t help but wryly smile.
With just these assets, how could she fight against all those factions?
“Master, you still have us,” Ke Ling reminded.
“Yeah, Xiao Qingqing, how can you forget the most important ones—us?”
Ke Li pouted, expressing her displeasure.
Yang Liuqing looked at them.
“You are companions, not weapons.”
Her voice was full of sincerity, which stunned the two little ones and even moved them a little.
“Sister, what do we do? I want to kiss Xiao Qingqing.”
“Then kiss her.”
“No way, why should I reward her?”
Ke Li said, grinning again.
Yang Liuqing wanted to say something else, but a roar came from outside.
“Master, there are a lot of motorcycles with large displacements on the road outside,” Ke Ling said, looking toward the sound.
Even in the dim light and at a distance, she could see clearly.
“Let’s go take a look.”
Yang Liuqing felt they couldn’t stay here long and took the initiative to leave.
It was the middle of the night, and a group of people coming to a place like this to race was obviously suspicious.
Under the cover of night, Yang Liuqing and the two little ones quietly crept to a nearby green belt to observe the motorcycles on the road.
It was a strange convoy, with large-displacement, mid-displacement, and even small-displacement bikes.
Most riders wore no helmets, revealing hair dyed either golden or ghastly white, and were dressed in flashy clothes, exuding the vibe of street thugs.
Behind the motorcycle convoy, a van with an advertisement followed.
“Xinxin Commercial Lending…”
Yang Liuqing’s eyesight seemed no worse than Ke Ling’s; she could make out the words even from a considerable distance.
“Does Xiao Qingqing know what these guys are up to?”
Ke Li asked, curious when she saw Yang Liuqing’s expression change slightly.
“It’s a local gray market lending company. The ones on the bikes are probably gang members.”
Yang Liuqing pursed her lips, her expression serious.
These guys showing up in Xiaoya Bay in the dead of night certainly weren’t doing a motorcycle parade.
As the saying goes, every snake has its own path, every rat its own hole.
These local snakes had their own ways of finding people.
They were even more troublesome than factions from outside.
“Let’s just kill them all,” Ke Li voiced a dangerous opinion.
“Ouch!”
Ke Ling gave her a flick on the forehead.
“Stop it. We can’t cause a commotion now.”
“Ke Ling is right,” Yang Liuqing agreed.
She was now calm and composed, clearly having adapted.
No road?
Then she would carve one out for herself.
Ke Li noticed that the battle with the Crimson Hound had indeed given her master some confidence.
That was a good thing.
Under the combined pressure of external forces and the magic potion, she was undergoing a transformation at an unusual speed.
“These guys showing up nearby means the perimeter is sealed off. We can only move around inside the city; we can’t head outward.”
Withdrawing her gaze from the motorcycles, Yang Liuqing visualized the general terrain of Xiaoya Bay.
Their current position was somewhat in between—not in the central city area, nor near the outskirts.
She had initially underestimated things, not fully grasping the Hound’s abilities.
Still, it was hard to blame her.
Before this, she had just been an ordinary person, with pitifully little knowledge of this world.
If someone had told her a month ago that there were Transcendents, Sword Spirits, God’s Gates, magic potions, and all that nonsense, she would have thought they were crazy.
In fact, Ke Ling and Ke Li had also underestimated the Crimson Hound’s abilities.
As two apprentice Sword Spirits, most of their knowledge of this world came from Yang Liuqing, with a small part from unknown sources.
But they weren’t much more knowledgeable than her.
The knowledge they’d been fed often differed from reality.
“Now that the main roads are patrolled by thugs on motorcycles, we can only take side streets to find a relatively safe spot and wait until the situation gets chaotic. Then we can fish in troubled waters.”
Without a dog-head strategist, this was the only plan Yang Liuqing could think of.
It sounded like she had some initiative, but in essence, it was still about fleeing and hiding.
There was no helping it—the nature of this mini game was chase and escape.
As the one being chased, she naturally had to play her role properly, rather than foolishly engage the pursuers in battle.
If she wasn’t caught within the time limit, she would win the game and receive a reward.
The game administrator hadn’t said what it was, but it was worth looking forward to.
The three of them moved quickly.
Yang Liuqing, relying on vague memories, tried to head toward a new hiding spot.
During this time, it was best to avoid being discovered.
Unfortunately, what you fear tends to come.
A black shadow descended from the sky, landing in front of them.
The person had hair as black as a waterfall, fair skin, a youthful and beautiful face, and a tall figure.
She wore a black leather jacket and boots, and looked about the same age as Yang Liuqing.
Under closer inspection, her jet-black eyes seemed to hold a hint of starlight.
At first glance, the three of them knew she was extraordinary.
They instantly tensed up, ready to fight.
“Mm, progress is good. No problems.”
The black-haired leather-clad woman stared at Yang Liuqing, muttered to herself, then leaped high, landing on a five-story building before quickly disappearing.
This baffling behavior left the three of them standing there stunned, their faces full of confusion.
What the hell was that!?