Chapter 133
Chapter 133
Chapter 133
The night remained the same. The street was still eerily deserted, the red glow of the lanterns swaying around, casting countless strange shadows.
Fei Ling and Ma Ruofei sprinted along the old concrete road, one behind the other, their footsteps quick and urgent.
They weren’t chasing an NPC, nor were they being chased by one.
This was a manhunt among streamers.
Behind them, Ying Zhixing strode with long legs, dashing like lightning to Fei Ling’s side. He grabbed her and slammed her viciously against the wall, then accelerated toward Ma Ruofei, kicking and punching him without mercy.
Though Ma Ruofei had also turned into a girl, he wasn’t as delicate as Fei Ling.
Realizing he was about to fall into a desperate situation, he naturally retaliated with full force.
But Ying Zhixing’s punches were steady and ruthless. Coupled with the support of his allies Zhou Ze and Yan Ruyu, who quickly joined in—first tying up Fei Ling—they then launched a group assault on Ma Ruofei.
Furious, Ma Ruofei shouted, “What the hell do you want? The system already warned us—no killing each other!”
Ying Zhixing pummeled him to the ground with a series of blows and replied coldly, “No one’s trying to kill you. We just want some of your blood.”
“Blood?” Fei Ling writhed on the ground, sobbing, eyes red. “Brother Ying, you promised to help me before—why do you want my blood now?”
In truth, Ying Zhixing had initially planned to provoke Yan Ruyu into taking care of the female streamer, but the situation had changed. He decided to just go all in. His smile lost all its previous pretense of kindness. “You still haven’t figured out what I’m doing? What value is there in helping someone like you?”
Fei Ling’s eyes widened, stunned. “D-Don’t tell me the wedding dress is dyed with blood?”
Yan Ruyu smugly touched the corner of her mouth. “No harm in telling you—you’re right. But we can’t exactly use our own blood, can we? Tough luck.”
Fei Ling stammered, “To dye such a huge dress with blood—how much would it take... I’ll die! If I die, you’ll be disqualified too. Don’t—don’t do this!”
Ying Zhixing: “Losing over a thousand milliliters of blood can be life-threatening. Don’t worry, we’ll use it sparingly.”
With that, he gave a clear signal with his eyes: “Drag them away!”
Just then, Mu Yuan, Zhao Zhusheng, and Wang Lou appeared from another corner of the street. Seeing the two unlucky souls on the ground, their faces lit up with delight. Zhao Zhusheng said, “This idea is genius. Why didn’t we think of it earlier? Drain two liters from each of them, and we’ll make up the rest ourselves. If we place the funeral robes together, less of it will go to waste.”
Six wedding dresses?!
Fei Ling and Ma Ruofei were already terrified out of their minds—now they panicked even more.
Ma Ruofei didn’t care about protecting the girl anymore. He struggled to his feet and tried to run.
But Mu Yuan was incredibly fast—he grabbed him back in an instant and dislocated his arm with one swift motion.
The move was so smooth, it was clear he was used to doing things like this.
Yet no matter how despicable his actions were, they didn’t cause the slightest ripple in Ying Zhixing’s eyes.Ying Zhixing asked coolly, “I’m the one who caught them—why should I share? Or are you planning to speak with your fists?”