157: Chapter 157 Will You Leave?

Normally, a little girl would scream and flee in terror when faced with such a scene.

But Emma stood her ground, not even retreating half a step.

She tilted her small face up and carefully observed the machine making the loud noise.

"Mister, your chainsaw's power is too low," Emma sighed. "At most, this can only saw through a two-centimeter-thick wooden board. It would get stuck on a person's femur. And the angle you're holding the chainsaw at is wrong; you should cut down along the gaps in the cervical vertebrae."

The NPC was stunned, the chainsaw in his hand frozen in mid-air.

While he was dazed, Wednesday walked over from the side, a truly heavy and sharp metal battle axe having appeared in her hand at some point.

She looked at the NPC expressionlessly: "Do you want me to lend you a more practical tool? This axe just knocked someone out tonight; the grip is quite nice."

The cold metal reflection was extremely piercing under the dim red light, and the edge even had dark red bloodstains that hadn't been wiped clean.

Looking at Wednesday's dead-fish eyes that lacked any hint of life, the NPC swallowed hard, silently turned off the chainsaw's power, and retreated into the hidden compartment, even pulling the door shut tightly.

"Boring." Wednesday put away the battle axe.

This was just the beginning.

In the next ten minutes, this haunted house, known as the most terrifying in town, welcomed the darkest day in its business history.

A Vampire NPC hanging from the ceiling had only descended halfway when Qin Ming grabbed his ankle.

"The weight capacity of the wire is too low, and your dentures are so low-quality you can't even bite through a packaging bag." Qin Ming pulled hard, and with a terrified scream, the NPC fell face-first onto the foam mat.

A zombie NPC crawling out of a cabinet had just reached out when Emma stepped on his fingers. The little girl didn't let go; instead, she ground her hard-soled leather shoes down with force.

"Scream. Zombies aren't supposed to feel pain. If you aren't professional, I'll cut your fingers off one by one." Emma smiled sweetly, but the pressure under her foot kept increasing.

Behind a specimen jar filled with formalin, a staff member playing a serial killer had just raised a fake plastic knife.

Jennifer looked at him quietly.

Dozens of moths flew from nowhere and instantly covered the NPC's mask. The dense sound of flapping wings in the dark scared him so much he dropped the knife and scrambled toward the employee passage.

When the four finally walked out of the haunted house exit, the entire operation of the haunted house came to a halt.

Several NPCs gathered at the exit, watching the four receding figures with lingering fear.

"Manager! I quit! There are ghosts in the haunted house!" The NPC with the chainsaw shouted in a breakdown and even called the police.

After playing through several high-risk attractions, the time pointed to 2:30 AM.

Even on Halloween, most of the tourists in the amusement park had left.

The night wind became increasingly bone-chilling.

A stretched black vintage sedan silently pulled up to the roadside on the outskirts of the amusement park.

There was no logo on the front, only a broken gargoyle ornament.

The driver's side window rolled down, and the hand-shaped butler Thing was standing on the steering wheel, tapping the leather edge rhythmically with its fingertips as a greeting.

"My shuttle is here." Wednesday glanced at the car.

She turned to look at Qin Ming: "Tonight's slaughter activity was somewhat satisfactory. See you at school tomorrow, if you don't die in some supernatural attack."

"I'll take your word for it." Qin Ming waved his hand.

Wednesday opened the car door and got in. The black car didn't make a single engine roar, sliding into the night of the street like a ghost.

Emma gave a big yawn and rubbed her eyes.

After the excitement passed, the biological clock of a child began to strike back fiercely.

"Brother, I can't walk anymore." Emma hugged Qin Ming's leg and wouldn't let go.

"Walk yourself." Qin Ming was merciless.

"Then I'll go back by myself." Emma pouted, took out the smartphone from her pocket, and pressed the power button, "Larry, come pick me up."

The phone screen suddenly lit up with a piercing static screen.

A pale, withered palm stretched out from the screen.

Emma reached out her little hand and placed it on it.

In the next second, her body, along with the phone, was instantly sucked into the screen.

Only Qin Ming and Jennifer were left at the street corner.

The streetlights stretched their shadows very long.

"Let's go, I'll walk you." Qin Ming put his hands in his jacket pockets.

Larry sent Qin Ming and Jennifer to a street not far from Jennifer's home.

Jennifer followed quietly by Qin Ming's side; the two walked for a few minutes, neither speaking.

"Qin." Jennifer suddenly spoke.

"Hmm?" Qin Ming didn't stop.

"You're actually not from this world, are you?" Jennifer's tone wasn't a question, but a calm statement.

Qin Ming's hand in his pocket paused slightly, but he immediately resumed his normal walking pace.

"In this world, there are Vengeful Monsters killing people with machetes, evil gods possessing serial killers, Demon Clowns crawling back from hell, and Archangels who can stomp a 1.9-meter tall man into the floor tiles." Qin Ming turned his head, looking at Jennifer's cold side profile, "And now you want to discuss my place of origin with me?"},{

Jennifer stopped walking.

She looked up, her eyes, which seemed to contain the starry sky, looking straight at Qin Ming.

"I don't care about your origin." Jennifer leaned forward slightly, less than half a meter away from Qin Ming, "I just want to know if you will leave."

The night wind blew, and the herbal scent on Jennifer wafted into Qin Ming's nose.

Qin Ming looked at her.

He didn't answer immediately but looked past Jennifer's shoulder toward the darkness ahead on the street.

Jennifer's home had arrived.

That two-story white Western-style house with an independent courtyard was just a few dozen meters away.

Everything looked normal.

Except for... the gaze of a certain old father.

Qin Ming didn't turn to look at the second-floor window but pulled his gaze back to Jennifer in front of him.

This girl, who usually exuded a cold and aloof aura, was now leaning forward slightly, her eyes, which seemed to hold the starry sky, staring at him without blinking. She was waiting for an answer.

An answer about "leaving."

"I won't leave." Qin Ming looked into her eyes, his tone steady, without a hint of perfunctoriness.

Jennifer's held breath quietly relaxed a bit.

A faint smile played at the corners of Qin Ming's mouth, his voice exceptionally clear in the late-night breeze: "Even if I do leave one day, I will find my way back."

Jennifer was slightly stunned, not quite understanding the logical connection between these two sentences.

"After all, this world has you." Qin Ming played his trump card without hesitation.