The Taoist Boss Is Dominating The Horror World - Chapter 167

“You’re a monster,” the burly man said, as if he had seen something more terrifying than a fierce ghost. He stumbled and fell off the sofa.

His expression was filled with extreme terror, and he kept backing away, trembling.

No wonder the horror live broadcast was so tempting; this woman, like a ghost, could not be killed with ordinary physical harm.

Qing Li stood up, looking down at the man from above, her narrowed eyes full of calculation.

“Sir, I have no grudge against you. Why do you want to kill me?”

She tilted her head, a large axe appearing in her hand, its blade smeared with uncleaned flesh and blood, emitting a chilling, terrifying aura.

“I… I was confused… I was blinded… I was wrong, please don’t kill me,” the man burst into tears and snot, clearly terrified.

Qing Li’s mouth curved deeper, and she spoke slowly, “You are my esteemed VIP customer, how could I kill you?”

She only liked fleecing the sheep, not slaughtering the lambs.

Hearing Qing Li’s words, the man felt a slight relief.

But… it’s not the certainty that scares, it’s the ‘but’…

Qing Li’s lips moved, a smile not reaching her eyes, “But, the gunshots you fired just now scared me. Shouldn’t we discuss compensation for my mental distress?”

Not long after, the man, wearing only Ultraman underwear, left the room covering his face.

Players who were watching blocked his way.

“What exactly did you do inside? Was that a gunshot earlier? Is Qing Li hurt? Did you fail?”

Faced with a barrage of questions, the man, left with only his underwear, had a sinister flash in his eyes.

Why should he be the only one fleeced?

“Don’t make wild guesses. Master Qing Li and I just had a pure monetary and physical transaction. She was very satisfied with me.”

Leaving this bizarre comment, the man hurried away.

Consequently, several more players, unable to resist, knocked on Qing Li’s door…

Yang Le, now familiar with the routine, thought, want to approach Master Qing Li? Pay first, then talk. No money, no talk.

Players wanting to get close to Qing Li begrudgingly recharged 1 million popularity points first.

They all chose to attack stealthily. As they approached Qing Li, some drew out Gatling guns, others grenades, and some daggers, determined to kill her.

However…

One after another, players emerged from the room, barely clothed.

The onlookers outside were utterly shocked!

Who could tell them what unknown transactions happened inside?

But those who came out from the room remained silent, not uttering a word.

Others cursed the soundproofing of the player’s rest area for being too effective!

Yang Le, cleaning the crime scene for Qing Li, couldn’t help but ask, “Master Qing Li, why didn’t you kill those people, after all…”

After all, they all wanted to kill you!

Having completed many tasks in the horror world, Yang Le, though not the brightest, understood the danger of leaving a threat unaddressed.

Qing Li, lounging on the sofa with legs crossed, gazed at the bullet holes in the ceiling and said nonchalantly, “If you had to choose between your life and someone else’s, what would you choose?”

Without hesitation, Yang Le replied, “Of course, my life is most important. What do others’ lives have to do with me?”

Qing Li smiled, “As long as they kill me, they can return home safely. Their choice is justifiable; it’s their survival instinct!”

Yang Le was stunned, his admiration for Qing Li overflowing. He said sheepishly, “A master indeed, much more enlightened and open-minded than a commoner like me!”

Qing Li, supporting her chin with the back of her hand, smiled and said, “If I killed them all, where would I find so many sheep to fleece in the future?”

Yang Le was speechless.

She had established a human survivor base in the horror world and needed a lot of money, which she couldn’t provide alone.

But the player’s rest area was full of robust “leeks” and juicy lambs.

Though Qing Li had taken all their popularity points, she had given them talismans in return, increasing their chances of survival.

When they grow stronger, they’ll be new “leeks” to harvest.

Muttering to herself, Qing Li said, “Maybe I should establish a monthly event to kill me, to boost everyone’s activity and enthusiasm.”

Yang Le’s mouth twitched, “It’s more like a ‘Harvesting Leeks and Fleecing Sheep’ event.”

After waiting a while longer, no players came to assassinate Qing Li. She seemed bored and suggested, “Go outside and spread a rumor that I’m gravely injured and about to die. Lure some more eager people in.”

Yang Le, now numb from shock to Qing Li’s schemes, nodded and said, “Okay.”

After he deliberately leaked the news, another group of eager players soon arrived.

Then… came another round of harvesting…

After everything settled down, Yang Le left, not wanting to disturb Qing Li’s rest any further.

The system informed Qing Li of the mission’s completion.

Mission Name: Old House on the Barren Hill.

Completion Rate: 100%.

Mission Level Evaluation: Qing Li: S rank, awarded 1500 experience points, rank improved from 95 to 46.

The system no longer suppressed Qing Li’s mission ratings, as it was now pointless.

Qing Li, with sleepy eyelids, asked, “What about my reward?”

She hadn’t received her rewards for the last few missions, which had seriously displeased her.

The system was speechless. The ghosts behind the horror live broadcast room, who now wished to tear her apart, were unlikely to give her any mission rewards.

“No reward.”

Qing Li’s expression changed immediately. They dared to withhold her reward. Very well, she would certainly claim what she was owed.

(???#)

Rest time ended, and the countdown for a new instance mission began.

“Mission starting, please prepare, player number 46.”

“Mission countdown…”

“10”

…

“3”

“2”

“1”

The cold, mechanical announcement ceased, and the surrounding space twisted.

In the familiar white space, four players had gathered. The moment they saw Qing Li, they scattered like avoiding venomous snakes, keeping their distance.

Qing Li, seeing the four familiar ‘sheep’, greeted them warmly, “Hello everyone, didn’t expect to meet so soon. We really are fated!”

The expressions of the four players were worse than if they had eaten rotten intestines.

Fated my foot, it’s you who nearly slaughtered half of the players.

Meanwhile, the live broadcast audience, just joining the stream, witnessed this bizarre atmosphere.

?Strange, why do I feel these four players look at the village girl like Pleasant Goat seeing Big Big Wolf.?

?Beauty Goat feels the same?

?Happy Goat too?

?Warm Goat as well?