Ding, ding-!
Urgent chat notifications appeared on the system's Light Screen.
Ye Qiyan turned his head and saw a name flashing incessantly on his friends list.
It was Zhuxing Tu.
Should I pretend I didn't see it?
Forget it. For Death Omen's sake.
He tapped her avatar, and a long string of plainly anxious words came into view.
Zhuxing Tu: ["Ye, help me out! Go to 44 Nakolo Street. My train is there. There's a device in the second carriage. Turn it on. Do this, and I'll give you the compensation you deserve. The key to the Church is under the fifth flowerpot in front of the door!"]
Her words held none of her usual frivolity or charlatan air.
There was only impatience and unease.
It seemed the bad luck had affected her more than he had imagined.
But why him?
["I remember that place is a church. Senior Lane should be there, right? He's so close. Wouldn't it be better to ask him for help?"]
Zhuxing Tu, who was fleeing her pursuer, pressed her lips together and typed on the Light Screen as fast as she could.
["He's not there!"]
Should I help? There wasn't any particular reason not to help her. Even if her constant talk of fate made him dislike Zhuxing Tu, he didn't want her dead the way Monrojina did.
On the contrary, he had gained quite a few benefits from Zhuxing Tu.
Death Omen and Red Tears.
Both Demon Cards were connected to her.
There really was no such thing as a free lunch. Today's the day I repay those newcomer benefits, huh?
Death Omen spun above his palm. Ye Qiyan stopped thinking and prepared to head to the Church at 44 Nakolo Street.
"Brother Qiyan!"
Seeing that he was about to leave, Zhao Lin