CHAPTER 695: CHAPTER 695: YOU’RE DEAD!

This voice——

Why does it sound more and more familiar the more I listen...

So familiar that Ji You cannot forget, even if she wanted to.

Ji You lifted her head and followed the sound towards this third lucky customer who suddenly appeared.

At this glance, Ji You’s pupils shrank:

[Isn’t it?]

A stooped, short man seemed to sense Ji You’s scrutiny, his body trembling slightly, but this tremble was just a moment and almost too fast to notice.

Under many envious, jealous, and hateful gazes at the scene, the short man took out his winning Star, handed it to Cheng Yu to verify, and said with a forced smile: "Hello... This is my Star."

His voice was low and deep, with a rough grittiness, just like him, giving people an extremely uncomfortable feeling.

Cheng Yu took the Star, carefully inspected it, indeed, it wasn’t fake. Then, still uneasy, he handed it over to the Star Network lottery system for verification...

Time ticked, ticked...

The short man kept his head down, with a wide brim hiding most of his face, only exposing part of his chin.

[Ding——

System verification: Confirmed as winning number.]

"Phew—"

Hearing the system prompt, the short man couldn’t help but stealthily exhale a breath, then, he stepped forward a bit eagerly and asked, "So... can I redeem my prize now?"

The verification system of Star Network was absolutely accurate, and the three Stars won by prize draw were designed by Cheng Yu and Green Glaze Master together 30 minutes before drawing. The pattern construction on the Stars and the anti-fake marks were all set temporarily. Cheng Yu did not suspect this short man of forging.

Forge?

Impossible.

Unless it’s insider theft by Green Glaze Master and himself, otherwise outsiders wouldn’t know how to rig the drawing, where would the fake come from?

Although also coveting these three Soul Devices, Cheng Yu couldn’t possibly do something that harms the Master’s shop’s interests.

As for Green Glaze Master?

Would she engage in insider theft? Such a ludicrous conjecture would split one’s sides with laughter.

...

Although Cheng Yu didn’t suspect the short man of forgery, he still wondered why this guy acted as if he were stealing when claiming a prize, being so cautious and timid, always giving off a suspicious vibe.

While thinking this, Cheng Yu reached out, taking out the third Soul Device, just as he was about to hand over the prize—

Suddenly—

"Hold on!"

Ji You, who had been standing by the side touching the handle of her sword and half-squinting her eyes, suddenly stopped Cheng Yu.

Cheng Yu was perplexed: "???"

Surroundings: "???"

The short man trembled noticeably at this moment, and, taking a deep breath with a rough and unpleasant voice, he asked: "Others can claim their prizes, why can’t I? Are you judging by appearance when you distribute prizes in your shop?"

Ji You stood up, carrying her sword, slowly approaching—

"Of course, our shop does not judge by appearances, but out of respect for Green Glaze Master, why do you come to claim the prize anonymously, if I may ask?"

Indeed.

This short man came to claim the prize anonymously.

Suddenly, the onlooking crowd began discussing:

"Yeah!"

"Why be anonymous?"

"Isn’t it better to claim openly?"

...

Hearing the surrounding voices, the short man’s mouth twitched, and before him, this sword-wielding female killing god looked intimidating...

He, under the pressure, enduring the goosebumps on his scalp, said hoarsely: "But your shop didn’t specify that we can’t claim prizes anonymously?"

At this, Ji You immediately opened the backend, and in front of everyone, changed the prize claiming requirements.

Then, very straightforwardly, Ji You said: "Now it’s required."

Short man: "..."

Damn!

Some people can be shameless to this extent.

Ji You spread her hands, smilingly said: "Please."

The short man clenched his teeth and burst out with his Star Network name: "weak chicken."

Ji You gritted her teeth: "It’s really you!"

weak chicken was startled and leapt behind Cheng Yu to hide: "Ah Da, save me! Your shop assistant is going to murder someone on the street!"

Cheng Yu: "..."

weak chicken clutched Cheng Yu’s shirt tightly, shivering nonstop, and screeching repeatedly: "This is outrageous..."

"Somebody wants to chop the Middle Winner, Lucky Goose, to steal his prize."

"Police!"

"System!"

"Help!"

"I don’t want to die!"

...

In the blink of an eye, this hunched man called ’weak chicken’ was jumping up and down, issuing shriek after shriek. His coarse and harsh voice filled everyone’s ears—

Persistently like a bunch of incessant crows!

Ji You: "..."

Ji You’s veins bulged on her forehead, and she suddenly pulled out her sword—

The shrieks of weak chicken became even sharper, his heart jumping to his throat...

"Bang!"

A loud noise!

Big Chopper smashed down hard on the floor, stirring up dust clouds—

Ji You: "Shut up!"

Everyone around: "!!!"

"Damn!"

"So violent!"

"Terrifying!"

...

weak chicken instantly shut his mouth!

"Cough cough..." Cheng Yu couldn’t help but clear his throat, breaking the tense atmosphere and forcibly explained: "Ladies and gentlemen in the audience? Did you enjoy this splendid sword performance from our store? Are you satisfied? If you are, please double-tap 666!!!"

Saying so, Cheng Yu threw a meaningful glance at Ji You—You better not mess up the Master’s event!

Ji You came to her senses, immediately clasped her hands and shouted to the surrounding audience: "Iron guys, double-tap 666!"

"Iron folks, don’t just stand there, go ahead and like it!"

Audience: "..."

During the audience’s speechless moment, Cheng Yu timely jumped out, laughed, and said: "Iron fellows, just now our salesperson was joking with you all. After awarding the third prize, we’ll immediately proceed to our next purchasing event!"

"Are you excited?"

"Happy?"

"Looking forward to it?"

Cheng Yu asked three questions in a row, immediately met with a chorus of boos from the audience:

"Ah Da, cut the nonsense and start selling!"

"Ah Da, don’t waste time; everyone is eager to buy!"

"We don’t have time to watch your monkey show! We’re waiting to buy Soul Devices!"

...

The atmosphere at the venue livens up with the audience’s jokes and urging.

Cheng Yu promptly awarded the third prize to the man called "weak chicken".

Then, he promptly arranged the purchasing event.

weak chicken took the prize and was just about to leave when suddenly, a hand reached out and grabbed him.

weak chicken’s face immediately turned sour, he hung his head and cried out: "Queen... please spare my life!"

Ji You looked at him coldly, expressionless: "Alive as the queen’s person? Dead as the queen’s ghost?"

weak chicken murmured.

Ji You: "The grace of re-creation, never to be forgotten?"

weak chicken trembled.

Ji You: "Whenever needed, ready to serve?"

weak chicken recoiled.

Ji You: "You’re dead!"

weak chicken: "..."