Chapter 77

Whether it was the gruesomely dead chainsaw killer or Shi Jian holding a chainsaw so wildly at odds with her own appearance, both made for an incredibly shocking sight.

And when she saw the approaching streamers, Shi Jian even looked up and calmly spoke first.

“There’s another one inside.”

“He tried to kill me. I killed him instead.”

Shi Jian wasn’t just beautiful—her voice was also pleasant—but at that moment, her tone carried no emotion, speaking as if it were nothing.

One of the streamers peered through the door, which had been shredded by the chainsaw, and saw Du Zhifan lying in a pool of blood. His eyes were wide with terror, staring blankly—he had died with unrest.

In a very short amount of time, Shi Jian had taken down two people on her own.

She looked even more unhinged.

……

The livestream was in an uproar, bullet comments flying across the screen.

【Holy crap, holy crap—what is happening? This queen is insanely strong!】

【Kneeling in awe—what a badass psycho beauty. Is she a high-tier streamer? Or maybe a bodyguard by profession? (PS: Who could even afford someone this stunning? No rich or powerful boss is worthy of hiring a beauty like her.)】

【Was it really her who killed them? Not just acting, right? Or maybe she has some powerful item?】

【If she were a high-tier streamer, we’d know her. I remember all the famous ones. There’s no way I’d forget a face like this.】

【Wait, I remember her! She’s the one who was drawing eyeliner while running! I only got a quick glance back then, but she already seemed amazing. Didn’t know who she was, but now I’m definitely following!】

These questions came from the public chat and from the personal livestreams of other streamers.

Because Shi Jian had teamed up with Jiang Hai and his group from the start of the 4444 train instance, the other group of streamers hadn’t interacted with her much, and their audiences didn’t know who she was. So there was a sudden explosion of chatter.

But the answers came quickly.

【Reporting in from the personal stream of that very streamer: first, yes, she really did kill them herself—both were counterattacks, and she did it all in an incredibly short time; second, she’s not a high-tier streamer—she’s a low-tier one; third, her profession isn’t bodyguard… it’s actress. Okay, I’m going to follow her now.】

Viewers: ??? A female streamer who counter-killed two people in moments—one of whom was a hulking chainsaw killer—and she’s just… an actress?

It felt like their heads were crammed with unbelievable information.

Over on Shi Jian’s personal stream, the bullet comments were so dense you couldn’t even read them all.

【Did I get lied to? Who was it that said this streamer’s all bark and no bite, just good at faking courage? Come out and get clobbered.】

【Well… I thought so too, but now I’m not so sure anymore.】

【Aaaahh, that scumbag deserved to die! Getting stabbed in the back by a teammate—my poor baby.】

【Even though it was awesome, thrilling, and so badass… I just want to cry. I want to hug her. She must be hurting too. And scared, right?】

A flood of viewers poured into Shi Jian’s stream. People naturally flock to strength—and Shi Jian now embodied both beauty and power.

She was showered with gifts.

While most viewers spammed “so cool,” “amazing,” “badass,” some of Shi Jian’s older fans just felt a bit sad for her.

Even Wang Shufen was craning her neck, trying hard to see what was happening on Shi Jian’s side.Shi Jian was already several carriages away from the hard-seat section, but since she had killed the murderer in the train corridor, Wang Shufen could still see it.

Wang Shufen drew in a sharp breath and exclaimed in awe at Shi Jian, “Pretending to be useless, huh?!”

“A big bad wolf pretending to be a little white rabbit.”

Wang Shufen didn’t know much about Shi Jian’s situation. When she had wanted to strangle Shi Jian and take over her body, Shi Jian hadn’t resisted that fiercely.

Now, Wang Shufen just felt—scared. Truly scared.

……

Shi Jian still couldn’t quite describe how she felt.

Her mind and body felt disconnected. Her body felt heavy, but her thoughts were weightless.

Her temples throbbed with waves of pain. She could see the people in front of her, and hear their voices—but they all seemed far away... All sorts of chaotic thoughts swirled in her mind.

From the values she had grown up hearing, to the countless TV dramas she’d acted in, most conveyed a single message—

Good and evil cannot coexist.

Streamers and the ghosts of the instances were naturally enemies. Ghosts wanted to kill streamers, and streamers had to fight to survive. In such a world, only other streamers could be considered allies.

But now, the one trying to kill her was a fellow streamer in a temporary team, while the one who protected her was the monster mother from the Qingshan No. 1 High School instance.

“Jian-jie, are you okay?”

The one who stepped forward first and interrupted her thoughts was Jiang Xinyue.

Jiang Xinyue’s voice was as gentle as she could make it, her eyes full of deep concern. She didn’t think Shi Jian was okay—she was pretty sure she had seen Shi Jian’s wound.

Though they hadn’t known each other long, in Jiang Xinyue’s eyes, Shi Jian had always been radiant and impossibly elegant.

Shi Jian’s lips moved slightly as she replied, “I’m fine.”

Before Jiang Xinyue could offer her a healing pill, Shi Jian seemed to remember something and said to her,

“I have something I need to do. Let me be alone for a while.”

After saying that, Shi Jian turned and ran.

She wanted to find a quiet place.

She wanted to make a phone call—to the monster mother.

Shi Jian had clearly seen the monster mother’s apparition just now. What was that all about?!

Was… she okay?

Jiang Xinyue didn’t follow. Shi Jian had already left the crowd, four carriages away. She silenced the buzzing chainsaw, then pulled out her phone.

The number saved under “Mom” was still in her contacts. Shi Jian carefully dialed it.

But all she got in response was a sweet but cold message: “Sorry, the number you dialed is not in service.”

She tried again. Still the same.

Shi Jian stubbornly redialed, again and again. No matter how many times—

the result was always the same.Monster Mama wasn’t in this instance, and Shi Jian couldn’t reach her.

……

Just as Shi Jian’s mood hit rock bottom, a new station arrived. A man, also heavily covered up, boarded the train.

The moment he got on, he saw Shi Jian, and after catching sight of the chainsaw by her side and the blood-soaked dress, he began walking toward her.

“Hi.”

The man greeted Shi Jian, who was staring blankly out the window at her phone screen.

Shi Jian didn’t want to talk to anyone right now, especially not someone trying to strike up a conversation. Without even lifting her head, she replied, “Stay away from me.”

But not only did the man not move away, he actually got even closer.

“Bro—no, sis... wait, that sounds weird... Anyway, we’re on the same side!”

Shi Jian was speechless. She finally looked up at him, her tone unfriendly. “Who’s on the same side as you?”

The man pointed at her, utterly certain. “Violent Yama.”

“I’m the Abyssal Evil, remember?”

Shi Jian: “……” Who the hell is Violent Yama.

Her numb brain finally turned a bit. She was starting to feel like no one in this instance—neither human nor ghost—was remotely normal.

Before Shi Jian could deny that he’d mistaken her for someone else, the so-called “Abyssal Evil” continued excitedly.

“The moment I got on, I saw your chainsaw. If you hadn’t talked about your plan in the group chat, I’d never have guessed that the Violent Yama I’ve been chatting with online for half a year was a woman— and this pretty, no less.”

“You really kept it well hidden.”

“Why didn’t you get off at the last station? Weren’t you supposed to exit then, and I’d take over? …Well, this counts as finally meeting in person. I wonder if Blazing War God’s already on the train too.”

From his words, Shi Jian realized: this man had mistaken her for someone else—an online associate he’d never met in real life—presumably the real owner of the chainsaw.

And apparently, there were three of them in total.

Violent Yama = Chainsaw Killer. In their plan, he was responsible for the earlier murders and was supposed to get off at the previous station. The man standing in front of her was the next killer meant to create chaos. And then there was a third one—Blazing War God—who hadn’t shown up yet.

Shi Jian was now face-to-face with the next killer in the sequence—and he had mistakenly identified her as an unseen accomplice.

Just moments ago, viewers were in tears because Shi Jian couldn’t contact Monster Mama. Now those tears dried up instantly, replaced by suspense and confusion.

【??? Our girl just got mistaken for the chainsaw killer?! Is this man another dangerous character??】

New viewers pouring into Shi Jian’s stream were shocked by this unexpected plot twist.

Shi Jian, however, nodded without a hint of hesitation. “Mm.”

She was Violent Yama.

Can we talk about what kind of danger this situation is about to escalate into?

……

Up to this point, Shi Jian didn’t know what kind of persona the chainsaw killer had in his group. But as an excellent actress, she needed to understand the role to better play it.But the Abyssal Evil and Violent Yama were just online acquaintances, not that familiar with each other, so Shi Jian’s current silent demeanor matched well with the image Violent Yama had left behind.

Considering Shi Jian was covered in blood and holding that signature oversized chainsaw, Abyssal Evil didn’t raise even a shred of doubt about her identity.

From Abyssal Evil’s endless chatter that followed, Shi Jian learned that they were part of an anti-social terror group, all met online, and had planned a coordinated attack on Train No. 4444 for this very day.

The Chainsaw Killer was the first, this guy was the second, and Blazing War God was in charge of the explosions.

Abyssal Evil spoke with a fanatical gleam in his eyes as he described the scene that was about to unfold: “When the train passes through the tunnel and everything goes pitch black, I’ll silently raise my gun and blow their heads off, one by one.”

“There’ll be screams everywhere.”

“I’ll pull the trigger on those well-dressed, beautiful people.”

He was completely immersed in his fantasy, enjoying it immensely.

But when he met Shi Jian’s icy stare, Abyssal Evil quickly added, “Of course, not you.”

He was actually quite scared of someone wielding a chainsaw.

Shi Jian now had enough information. The person in front of her was the next threat—one who could very well endanger the lives of other streamers.

Though calling him a “person” might be inaccurate...

Because Shi Jian noticed that, as he spoke, there were signs of mutation appearing on him.

After talking endlessly about himself, Abyssal Evil finally started asking questions to his unusually quiet “teammate.”

“By the way, sis, how many people have you killed?”

“I saw blood and limbs all over the place earlier.”

Shi Jian answered calmly, “Two.”

“But you’re the third.”

“Huh?” The look of surprise was still on Abyssal Evil’s face when his head separated from his body.

While speaking, Shi Jian had already raised her chainsaw—first time’s a lesson, second time’s routine.

Looking down, Shi Jian corrected him, “I’m not Violent Yama. I’m the Goddess of Deliverance.”

Deliverance through physical means.

The NPC meant to trigger a shooting spree in the tunnel never even got started—game over before the game began.

And with that, Shi Jian completed her third kill.