Chapter 558: Yin-Yang Mix-up

Su Rui is usually quite steady, but as soon as a day off is mentioned, she seems like a different person.

That's understandable.

If the person who lacked a sense of taste were Cheng Shuili, Cheng Shuili would also constantly look forward to days off.

It's time to rest properly for a day.

Cheng Shuili thought, then suddenly sat up.

She opened a private chat and sent a message to Wan Yi:

【Wu Ya Zuo Fei Ji】: Tomorrow, extra dishes, hot pot, spicy.

The message sent, less than ten seconds later Wan Yi's reply came:

【Wan Yi】:???

【Wan Yi】: Boss, you're starting too???

【Wan Yi】: Su Rui told me a bunch this morning, and now you're coming too—did you two plan this???

Cheng Shuili looked at the message on the screen, the corners of her mouth slightly lifting.

【Wu Ya Zuo Fei Ji】: No discussion. She eats hers, I eat mine.

【Wan Yi】: …Fine, fine, I'm ready.

【Wan Yi】: Boss, what do you want to eat? I'll prepare in advance.

Cheng Shuili thought for a moment, then replied with a bunch of ingredients; Wan Yi laughed, saying the two of them were going to eat her into poverty.

Cheng Shuili also chuckled, but before she could reply, a prompt window suddenly popped up in front of her.

【Your vehicle is in an unmanned state; please return to the vehicle within ten minutes, otherwise it will be automatically considered that you have abandoned the vehicle!】

Unmanned state?

Cheng Shuili blinked, not yet grasping what this sentence meant.

Su Rui had previously been away from the vehicle, going to the safe zone or faction territory to find her, so why didn't this prompt appear then?

Cheng Shuili hadn't yet reached that conclusion, but her heart reacted as if it had, tightening suddenly.

Then a great sorrow welled up in her chest.

Something happened.

Something happened again.

Cheng Shuili gripped Breaking Tide and chose to return to the vehicle.

Although the teleportation process was clearly short, Cheng Shuili felt it was extraordinarily long.

She prayed over and over in her heart, praying that when she opened the car door she would see a familiar scene, praying that Su Rui had just stepped out temporarily, praying that the prompt was just a misunderstanding.

Cheng Shuili opened her eyes; the cabin door was open, and Su Rui was not inside.

Outside the window, another vehicle sat silently, as if something heavy were striking her vehicle, producing a thudding sound over and over.

Cheng Shuili stood in place, her hand gripping Breaking Tide trembling slightly.

She opened her mouth, wanting to shout "Su Rui".

But her throat felt blocked, and she couldn't utter a single word.

Cheng Shuili suppressed the surging emotions in her heart and pushed open the door.

The person attacking her vehicle outside seemed not to expect anyone to come out of the car; he was frightened and stepped back two paces, his weapon almost dropping to the ground.

Cheng Shuili's gaze fell upon him.

A very young face, about twenty, his clothing made of rough material, his eyes bloodshot.

His clothes were stained with blood, unknown whether it was his own or someone else's.

"Wu Ya… Wu Ya Zuo Fei Ji, you're the real Wu Ya Zuo Fei Ji?" he stammered, "Who was that person just now? Holy shit, two Wu Ya Zuo Fei Ji!"

Cheng Shuili's pupils contracted sharply.

Two Wu Ya Zuo Fei Ji?

She stepped forward, the blade tip steadily pressing against his throat, her voice low: "What did you say?"

His legs trembled like sifting chaff, his words incoherent: "Just… just now… someone came out of this vehicle… I… how could this happen… why? I clearly killed Wu Ya Zuo Fei Ji, why can't I get her supplies? How can there be two Wu Ya Zuo Fei Ji?"

His words were garbled, but enough for Cheng Shuili to understand.

Cheng Shuili's hand gripping the blade paused slightly.

"You killed her?"

He shuddered all over, as if awakened by those words, and abruptly lifted his head to look at Cheng Shuili.

His eyes were full of fear and bewilderment, his lips trembling, and after a while he managed to squeeze out a sentence:

"I… I killed… I definitely already killed Wu Ya Zuo Fei Ji… she was looking at me as she fell… why… you… where did you come from?"

A buzzing sound rang in Cheng Shuili's head.

She heard her own voice, soft, as if drifting from far away: "What did she look like?"

Even though it was already certain, why ask?

He had been frightened stupid, his words incoherent: "Just… just like you… black hair, eyes… eyes also like yours… wearing black clothes… I thought… I thought she was Wu Ya Zuo Fei Ji…"

Cheng Shuili's blade tip advanced half an inch, and a line of blood immediately seeped onto his throat.

"Then what?"

"Then… then I just made a move…" his tears really flowing, "I only have one duel card left… the black market has a ten‑million bounty, I can't go on, I wanted to gamble… I finally managed to kill Wu Ya Zuo Fei Ji… why can't I take the supplies from the vehicle, nor the bounty reward?"

He kept saying it, his voice growing weaker.

Cheng Shuili tightened her grip on the blade slightly, the tip piercing the skin, blood flowing down the blade.

He was so frightened his legs gave way and he knelt directly: "I… I didn't mean to! I really didn't mean to! I thought killing her would get me the supplies… get me Game Coin… let me live a good life. I really can't bear it; I want to live like a person, I just wanted to gamble this once…"

Cheng Shuili suddenly felt very tired.

So tired I didn't want to speak, so tired I didn't want to move, so tired I could barely hold my knife.

She remembered what Su Rui told Wan Yi this morning.

"Tomorrow I want to eat hot pot."

"Wan Yi-jie, you'd better prepare more dishes; this only happens once a month."

"Hehe, hurry up and come tomorrow!"

Cheng Shuili closed her eyes, then opened them again; her gaze was just as calm as before.

"Where's the body?"

The person trembled, and after a while spoke: "It's gone, just gone—I only came to open this vehicle's door. There must be supplies inside, there must be food to eat—I've been hungry for days… I didn't want to live, but I hit her…"

Cheng Shuili lowered her gaze to look at him.

He looked to be in his early twenties, sallow and thin, his clothes ragged, his eyes bloodshot.

He said he'd been hungry for days, he said he couldn't go on living, he said he wanted to take a gamble.

Cheng Shuili had seen too many people like this.

In the world of the highway, such people are everywhere.

Those who can't go on, those with no way out, those who stake their lives on the gambling table.

He hadn't even thought about wanting to live.

When he entered the ID 'Wu Ya Zuo Fei Ji', he had already imagined how he would die.

But by a twist of fate, he met Su Rui—Su Rui, whose attribute points hadn't increased in ages. Even if Cheng Shuili gave Su Rui a powerful gun, Su Rui still hadn't hit this person.

Cheng Shuili's knife tip still pressed against his throat, beads of blood rolled down the blade one by one, falling onto the dry ground, quickly seeping into the soil, leaving only a small dark-red stain.