Chapter 123: Sadako Crawled Out
Chi Qian had no idea that a little someone, with tiny short legs, was hurrying her way to find her.
By then, she was already in a helicopter, arriving at her destination.
A suburban villa with a swimming pool.
Chi Yanliu led Chi Qian inside. “The fridge has some takeout flyers. If you’re hungry, order delivery—don’t use the kitchen.”
“You’ll sleep in the guest room at the end of the second floor. There’s no bed in there, just a sofa—you’ll have to make do.”
“You can look around the first and second floors, but don’t go to the third. If something happens, I won’t help you.”
This villa was one of Chi Yanliu’s private properties. He occasionally came here to stay, and very few people knew about it.
It was far from the city center too, making it hard for anyone to track Chi Qian.
Finally, Chi Yanliu asked her with as much patience as he could muster: “Did you understand everything I said?”
Chi Qian yawned. “Mhm, mhm.”
Chi Yanliu felt reassured.
He couldn’t understand what his third brother was so worried about—taking care of a kid was the easiest thing in the world.
Just toss them somewhere, and they’d survive just fine.
After all, wasn’t that exactly how the brothers themselves had grown up?
Suddenly, a mechanical female voice came from the pocket of Chi Yanliu’s coat:
“You have a new Kill-er-me order. Please accept the order promptly.”
“You have a new Kill-er-me order. Please accept the order promptly.”
“You have a…”
Three consecutive prompts dropped the atmosphere into dead silence.
Chi Qian’s yawn froze. Her mouth formed an O-shape, her round almond eyes wide open.
This little uncle of hers… was wild.
Chi Yanliu quickly cut off the notification sound and offered a brief explanation: “It’s just a ringtone.”
Chi Qian’s eyes lit up. “Ohhh! So cool! I want one of those too!”
“I’m going out to make a delivery. Stay home and behave yourself,” Chi Yanliu said casually. He figured she was just a kid and easy to fool, so he tossed out an excuse and prepared to leave.
Chi Qian reached into her pocket and pulled out the turtle shell, calling after him: “Little Uncle.”
He turned back. “What now?”
Chi Qian slipped a golden turtle into the pocket on his chest. “Don’t take it out. Give it back to me when you return.”
After saying that, she stretched lazily and headed upstairs.
Chi Yanliu frowned slightly, about to pull the turtle out—but his phone rang again.
His attention shifted, and while answering the call, he walked out the door.
“Confirm the smuggler’s location. Send Alpha Team there.”
“The drug lord we tracked last time has surfaced. I’m heading over now, contact me later.”
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Chi Qian slept soundly upstairs. When she finally woke up, she discovered her phone had nearly exploded from her third uncle’s calls.
“Baby Qian! Baby Qian, are you okay?! Still alive?!”
Chi Qian rubbed her ear. “Uncle, I just woke up. What’s going on?”
Chi Fengxiao exhaled in relief. “You scared me to death. When you didn’t pick up, I thought Sixth Brother had already cooked you into soup!”
“Little Uncle’s not here, he went out to make a delivery.”
“Delivery? What delivery?”
“I dunno. I think he moonlights as a Kill-er-me food delivery guy.”
Chi Fengxiao thought she was joking.
“Forget him. He’s been abnormal since forever. Listen, Baby Qian, outside isn’t like home. Someone’s already targeting you, so you must stay low-key, understand?”
“If you need anything, just ask your Little Uncle. Don’t be afraid to trouble him—it’s only for a few days. I’ll come pick you up soon, blah blah blah…”
“Got it. Uncle, are you home yet?”
“Yeah, been home a while. I’m in the car now, there’s a red carpet event tonight.”
“Then you should go. I still have to call back Grandpa, Big Uncle, and Second Uncle.”
“Alright then.”
Chi Qian returned all the calls one by one. By the time she was done, her stomach was already growling.
She went downstairs and opened the fridge.
Whoa!
It was crammed full of guns and ammunition.
Seriously, what kind of normal household stores this stuff in the fridge??
…Oh, the fridge wasn’t even plugged in. Well, that explained it.
She closed the fridge and looked around for food.
The upper cabinets held grenades.
The lower cabinets held bombs.
On the shelves were several sleek machine guns displayed like decorations.
If someone didn’t know better, they’d think this place was an armory.
No wonder he told her not to use the kitchen.
If she lit a fire in here, the villa—and everyone inside—would probably blow sky-high.
Chi Qian’s stomach rumbled louder. Looking around, she realized there was absolutely nothing edible here.
Not even a single packet of instant noodles!
This Little Uncle seriously had no idea how to live.
So, she ordered takeout. After all the energy she’d burned earlier, only a full fried-chicken family meal could recharge her.
—
With no parents around, what would a mischievous kid do at home?
She closed all the curtains, creating a hazy movie-theater vibe.
She turned on both the TV and the projector—one playing a pig-farming channel, the other a health-lifestyle program.
She cranked the air conditioning, grabbed a watermelon soda in her left hand and fried chicken with fries in her right, sat cross-legged on the carpet, eating and swinging her legs happily.
The kind of scene where if Mom saw it, she’d beat her half to death.
Pig-farming channel: “To prevent indigestion and constipation in sows before and after delivery, attention must be paid to…”
Health channel: “Did you know handstands are good for your health? First, they train both the cerebrum and cerebellum. Second, they improve the nervous system. Third…”
Chi Qian immediately sat upright.
Handstands had that many benefits?
She tried leaning against the wall for a handstand but quickly got too tired.
Then she noticed a rope tied from the second-floor railing up to the ceiling.
Not knowing what it was for, Chi Qian’s eyes lit up with an idea.
She scrambled up to the second floor, grabbed hold of the rope, hooked her legs around it, and prepared to hang upside down.
Just then, loud knocks pounded the door.
“Listen up inside! You are surrounded! Come out and surrender immediately!”
“We advise you not to resist any further!”
“Open the door, now!”
Chi Qian blinked.
What was going on?
Had Little Uncle’s “illegal groceries” been discovered?
Or had terrorists found her already?
When they got no response, the people outside blasted the entire door down and stormed inside with riot shields raised.
More than a dozen men flooded into the living room.
Chi Qian peered down. Whoa, so many of them.
One of the team members stepped forward, spotting the TV and the bucket of unfinished fried chicken on the table.
Suddenly, he felt something brush the top of his head.
He reached up and caught a handful of smooth, jet-black hair.
Looking up, he saw a dark little head dangling above him.
The head was smiling at him.
“AHHHHH!!!”
“There’s a ghost!!!”
His face drained of all color, heart nearly stopping, yet he still vaulted over the sofa, rolling and scrambling out in panic.
The others were startled.
They all looked up together—and saw Chi Qian hanging upside down from the rope, swaying gently.
Her long hair dangled down, and beside her was the green-tinted glow of the projector screen.
Her face was still frozen in a grin.
Under the eerie green light, it looked like a glowing green skull, teeth flashing with a ghastly sheen.
All the team members: “Holy sh*t!!!!”
“Sadako!! Sadako just crawled out!!!”
The living room erupted into chaos—curses, screams, and trembling voices overlapping into a cacophony.
In their rush to escape, people crashed into each other, knocking several unconscious on the spot.
Chi Qian: “……”
What the heck? She was a beautiful young girl—how did she suddenly turn into Sadako?!
These people really were terrorists! So unreasonable!
