After Zai Jiu Xunge left Youwo's Burial Ground, Qihua drank in silence.
She had not left the tavern, and the drinking party had not broken up.
Instead, the floral fragrance in the air made the tavern livelier and livelier. Everyone knew Qihua was in a very good mood.
They were all veteran players who had weathered apocalypse after apocalypse. They could hardly mourn Star Sea day and night forever. Call it numbness or an apocalyptic revel; either way, everyone was in high spirits.
They each watched the players they were following, discussing which old acquaintances those players would encounter and waiting for them to summon them.
Although it was only the second day, Mangmang was clearly already growing impatient. He said, "Could they have forgotten that they can summon gods in this game?"
Feiju replied, "Maybe, but I reckon some players wouldn't use that ability even if they remembered. Asking for help seems to hurt them more than dying would."
Although he had named no names, everyone knew whom he meant. Yudun's lips curled up despite herself. Just as she was about to say something, her brow furrowed slightly.
A sneak attack?!
She tilted her head to the left, elegantly dodging the object, which had little offensive power. But as the black bundle fell beside her, it suddenly swerved, struck the corner of her eye with precision, then bounced onto the table.
The lively drinking table fell silent at once. Everyone turned to look at the thing that had successfully ambushed Yudun.
Even Qihua, who had been drinking quietly, turned her head. Her lowered gaze settled on the filthy thing on the table, and for a long time, she could not look away. In that moment, those beautiful red eyes actually looked a little blank.
The atmosphere froze, becoming terrifyingly