Chapter 6 Second Thoughts
A trace of annoyance flashed in my eyes.
I did not know why I had agreed to such an absurd request.
I regretted it and said to them, "Sorry, I think it is not very convenient."
The three muttered again.
"Why did she agree and then regret it?"
"Look at the system task. It says the player can spend two hundred Ghost Coins to ask her one question and she won't lie. She answered yes, which means her home definitely has Instance clues. Then she said it is not convenient. I think it is because of her character setting—"
The three turned their gazes toward me at the same time.
I stared back at them with innocent apricot eyes.
The man with gold-rimmed glasses's Adam's apple rolled. He finished the rest. "A gentle and virtuous wife."
The man with gold-rimmed glasses suddenly stood up.
His tall frame loomed close and blocked most of the light reaching me.
He said, "Miss, you already agreed."
I said I regretted it. Was that not allowed?
The man with gold-rimmed glasses shook his head. His fingertip tapped lightly on the counter in front of me. "Doing business without honesty will bring punishment."
My eyelid twitched.
I suddenly remembered that not long ago on this street an angry customer had chopped the owner into minced meat.
I did not want to be chopped into minced meat either.
So I bit my lip and asked him, "Must we go?"
The man with gold-rimmed glasses was very firm. "We must go."
He stepped half a step closer.
That unfamiliar pressure closed in.
I could hardly breathe.
"Fine, fine."
I had no choice.
My Husband was always busy and never came home.
No one could help me.
Thinking of that I sobbed twice. The serious expression on the man with gold-rimmed glasses instantly softened. He sighed helplessly. "It's all right, miss. Don't be afraid. We won't do anything to you."
He raised his hand as if to pat my head.
But he stopped when his fingertips almost touched my dark hair. He looked at his own fingers with a trace of bewilderment.
At that moment I raised my tear-filled face to look at him again. "Th-thank you for comforting me."
The man with gold-rimmed glasses panicked and stepped back two paces.
His waist hit the table.
The unfinished bowl of mung bean shaved ice spilled all over the table.
"This is bad now," the boy in the sportswear said gloatingly. "If we can't break the game we will all die miserably on the last day."