Transmigrated into a Trashy A and Ended Up with My Grudge-filled Best Friend and My Own CP - Chapter 29

The pistol clicked as Yu Sisi prepared to deal with the eerie crows: “Then Ye Ye and I will go kill all those crows.”

Ding Moyan slightly raised her eyes and spoke up to stop her: “Wait a moment.”

“What’s wrong?” Yu Sisi was puzzled, though she didn’t holster her gun.

Shen Changle’s familiar tone sounded as if he had deliberately crafted a script to deceive these unsuspecting young girls.

Ding Moyan wasn’t someone who easily trusted others, but this time, because of her severe injuries, she had let her guard down.

“Can we really kill them?”

Ding Moyan cautiously watched the disabled man before her. For some reason, her smile gradually turned cold.

The sudden shift in attitude momentarily stunned the disabled man, but he quickly recovered. Shen Changle wasn’t angered; instead, he spoke gently: “Of course. Kill my real foster daughter, and you’ll be free to leave.”

“I can even swear on it. My foster daughter is truly among those crows. And I won’t harm any of you. Can you all rest assured now?”

Shen Changle chuckled, as if at a loss with these disobedient children. He raised three fingers to the sky and made an oath.

“Crows are ominous birds, creatures that hold grudges. To seek revenge, most will incite their companions to help. With their high intelligence, they identify their enemies and use their sharp black beaks and claws to retaliate against those who wronged them.”

Ye Ye helped Ding Moyan slowly stand up. Ding Moyan’s long eyelashes fluttered slightly as she suppressed the coldness in her eyes: “For those who harm them, crows will harbor hatred for a lifetime relentless, unending. Even in death, they’ll devour your flesh and blood.”

“If we offend even one crow, we’ll face their endless retaliation. And I don’t believe there are only these crows inside the house.” Leaning on Ye Ye, Ding Moyan stepped toward the disabled man, breathing lightly as she spoke. “One crow is easy to kill. The crows in this room are easy to kill. But what if they’re infinite?”

Ding Bai seemed to understand now. She lowered her head, staring at her toes as she murmured: “Endless crows, how interesting.”

Ding Moyan lowered her voice and questioned the disabled man: “Mr. Shen, what exactly are you scheming?”

Ye Ye and Yu Sisi broke into a cold sweat listening nearby. Below them, massive crows each 50 centimeters tall stared up with blood-red, round eyes.

Ye Ye shuddered, recalling the Ouroboros in the photograph endless, cyclical. It really might be that thing.

Damn, this is absolutely insane.

Ye Ye’s face paled as her grip on the railing tightened fiercely.

The disabled man fell silent for a moment before suddenly applauding in admiration. His gaze settled on the disfigured girl before him as he praised: “Impressive.”

Ding Moyan: “So I was right.”

Shen Changle narrowed his eyes and replied: “But I wasn’t wrong either. My foster daughter is among those crows.”

“One thing you can rest assured about—if you truly choose the correct one among the options, you’ll clear the level, and naturally, you won’t need to worry about the crows anymore, little girl. They can’t fly beyond the territory of the 301 Ancient Mansion.”

“If you choose wrong, I can’t guarantee what interesting scenario might unfold.”

Shen Changle propped his chin on his hand, lying on his side as he watched them with an air of indifference, as if the life-or-death choice meant nothing to him.

It was infuriating to watch.

“Ladies, have you decided on your choice?” Shen Changle asked gently, clearly enjoying the tension. “Do you need big brother’s help?”

Ye Ye scoffed, shedding her usual obedient demeanor toward outsiders, and deliberately replied, “No need, old man.”

The disabled man frowned being called “old man” by anyone wouldn’t put him in a good mood. His expression darkened as he threatened, “Little girl, using the wrong words can get you killed.”

Ye Ye snorted lightly, her disgust for this disabled man no, to be precise, this disabled ghost undeniable.

Ding Moyan’s eyes flashed with a glint of cunning as she addressed the disabled man, “Can I choose a third option?”

“A third option?” Shen Changle’s patience always grew when dealing with interesting people, and his irritation subsided slightly.

Ding Moyan nodded. “Yes.”

“It suddenly occurred to me that the game never said NPCs can’t attack their own kind. You could attack those crows too. Don’t worry about lacking a weapon, I’ve got a big broom here, perfect for the job.” As she spoke, she pulled a large broom from her backpack and handed it to Shen Changle.

“…” Shen Changle stared at the grimy yellow broom, its surface faintly tinged with remnants of a Ghost Amulet’s aura.

“I saved you, pulled you out of that sea of fire. Shouldn’t you repay me?”

Ding Moyan’s scheming smile sent a chill down Yu Sisi’s spine as she stood nearby. This person was terrifying.

After a long pause, Shen Changle threw his head back and laughed.

The sound of his “HAHAHAHA” was piercing in the pitch-black night.

Downstairs, the crows lifted their jet-black heads at the noise, silently observing the movements of the people above.

“That’s a wonderful idea. Truly delightful.”

“But little girl.” Shen Changle spread his hands, feigning regret. “I’m afraid your luck is just too poor.”

“I have no patience left.”

“So let’s end the game here.”

What?

Ding Moyan sensed danger and immediately backed away from Shen Changle. The disabled man dissolved into a wisp of black mist and vanished, only to reappear right in front of her in the blink of an eye.

True, he was too weak to move much but he could still use the remnants of the shattered picture frame to shift himself closer to Ding Moyan.

With the white pistol he had snatched from Yu Sisi, he raised it and fired a shot straight at Ding Moyan’s unprepared head.

BANG.

Blood splattered, splashing across Ye Ye’s face.

Ye Ye stood frozen, staring blankly at the person collapsing before her, too stunned to react.

[Congratulations, player has unlocked the 301 Ancient Mansion’s BOSS.]

[Player Ding Moyan has been killed by the Ghost BOSS. The Ghost Amulet, partially damaged, failed to block the fatal attack.]

[Player Ding Moyan cannot be revived and has perished in the Nationwide Escape game at 301 Ancient Mansion.]

[Game over. Player Ding Moyan has exited the game.]

Ding Moyan collapsed to the ground. The crows, thrilled, swiftly swarmed toward the scent of blood.

“Ding Moyan!” Wang Ye’s eyes reddened as he slashed at the crows with his dagger.

The injured crow mutated into a bloodthirsty raven, its crimson eyes fixed on Wang Ye. With gaping beaks, they charged toward him. The coordinated assault of these ghostly crows overwhelmed Wang Ye, forcing him to break his own protective talisman.

Even more terrifying was the swarm of crows crashing through the shattered windows outside, heeding the call of their bloodthirsty kin to attack the one who had harmed their kind.

Ye Ye’s expression was icy as she seized the opportunity while Wang Ye distracted the crows. Snatching the whip from Ding Bai’s hand, she lashed out and coiled it around Ding Moyan’s corpse, dragging it toward her.

“How could anyone trust a vow made by the BOSS? How stupid.” The disabled man weighed the 94F pistol in his hand before taking aim at the remaining individuals.

On the screen, the thrilling footage continued to play, eliciting gasps from the audience at certain moments.

Seated in the central VIP booth was a slender young woman with striking silver hair cascading down to her hips. A pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on her high nose bridge, and her bony fingers pushed them up slightly. Behind the lenses, her dark eyes exuded an aloof detachment from the world.

Someone nearby teased, “Zong Jia, you finally lost a round.”

“How rare.”

“But winning and losing are just part of the game, right? Everyone loses sometimes.” The manager standing by was blatantly buttering her up, stealing cautious glances at the young woman in the center while preparing a stream of flattery in hopes of catching her attention—and perhaps a promotion.

“Hmph, I always said a team with one Alpha, one Beta, and three Omegas was unreliable. How could those weak, whimpering Omegas possibly stand out in a survival game like this?”

A Beta nobleman elbowed the playboy sharply in the ribs, warning, “Watch your mouth. Who are you insulting?”

“Ah, damn.” The playboy suddenly remembered the ominous presence beside him and cursed his own loose tongue. He promptly slapped himself and forced an ingratiating smile toward the young woman. “Zong Ye, I wasn’t talking about you.”

The young woman remained silent, lifting a beer glass from the red table and taking a sip.

“Zong Jia, a bet is a bet. You have to honor your losses,” the man in the shirt beside her said with a scheming grin.

“Name your terms, Zong Mu.” The young woman turned to the boy seated next to the shirt-clad man his leader.

“I want,” Zong Mu’s face was expressionless, devoid of any fear as he slid a prepared contract across the table toward her. “Your position as President.”

The room fell silent as everyone’s gaze snapped toward the young woman in the center, stunned by the audacity of the demand. To snatch food from Zong Ye’s mouth, this guy had a death wish.

The President lifted her head, her indifferent gaze settling on the boy. After finishing the beer in her glass, she placed it upside down on the table with deliberate slowness, every movement unfolding in slow motion before the spectators.

Zong Mu’s voice was icy, plunging the room into a chill. “Zong Jia, are you refusing to honor the bet?”

“Fine.” The President’s expression didn’t waver as she signed the contract without hesitation.

Her simple agreement sent a ripple of shock through the room.

Just like that, she agreed?

The position of President of the Rose Workshop was not to be underestimated, it served as a crucial link to high society, a coveted prize that made many scions of wealthy families green with envy. For someone like Zong Jia, the decisive and power-oriented young master of the Zong family, to relinquish it so easily was simply unbelievable.

Even the young man who had just secured the presidency couldn’t help but freeze in surprise, it had all seemed too effortless.

At that moment, the President turned her head, and the others followed her gaze toward the private room’s entrance.

She had noticed the newcomer. Though the door had been pushed open without a sound, her sharp instincts had still detected the arrival of a stranger.

The man quietly closed the door behind him, but before he could even fully turn around, his eyes met the cold stare of the young woman seated on the knitted sofa.

His throat bobbed as he fell silent for a few seconds. Then, slipping his hands into his pockets, he leaned casually against the doorframe, his legs slightly splayed in a posture that exuded both laziness and nobility. Just this effortless, unbothered stance alone revealed his naturally pretentious demeanor.

With a smirk, he waved and said, “My dear President, long time no see.”

Zong Jia averted her gaze and replied calmly, “Mr. Li, my apologies. Your dear President is over there, this position was transferred to someone else a minute ago.

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