Why Did You Provoke Her? She Becomes the Ghost Queen After Death - chapter 8

By this time, the One-Armed Man had already secretly used a Hemostatic Tool to stop the bleeding.

But he didn’t have any tool to block the pain.

The One-Armed Man looked at the young girl in front of him.

Ever since this girl entered, he felt his pain had eased a lot.

This was the scientific method of distraction-using other things that attract your attention to lessen the sensation of pain and discomfort.

And now, after being stabbed by the girl, the Death Clown didn’t fly into a rage.

Instead, he gently patted the girl’s head, his manner soft and doting, and said, “Child, Uncle is strong. If it makes you happy, why don’t you stab me a few more times?”

If the One-Armed Man didn’t know how brutal the Death Clown was, he’d have thought this was just some clown working at a park!

What on earth was going on?!

Could this girl have a powerful background?!

Now, it wasn’t just the One-Armed Man who was shaken to the core-even the viewers in his Live Stream Room and Su Xiaoxiao’s Live Stream Room were even more so.

One-Armed Man’s Live Stream Room.

: “Did I see that right!? Is this really the same savage Death Clown who ate the streamer’s hand?!”

: “This girl is interesting. Butler! Find out who she is! I want all her info in three minutes!”

: “In this game, it’s all about strength and background. Does this girl have a powerful Ghost backing her?!”

Su Xiaoxiao’s Live Stream Room.

: “Holy shock, I’m stunned! Is this the Death Clown? Streamer, are you related to the Death Clown?!”

: “Shocking! The Death Clown actually called himself Uncle! No wonder the girl isn’t afraid-turns out the Death Clown is her uncle!”

: “Are there even relatives in the Horror World? This is the first time I’ve seen it, it’s just ridiculous!”

: “No wonder the streamer has been so fearless, even stabbing the Death Clown with Scissors. So he’s your uncle! Now I finally get why the Hanged Ghost was afraid of the streamer before! The girl’s got connections!”

To be fair, both Live Stream Rooms were buzzing with excitement.

Especially the viewers in Su Xiaoxiao’s Live Stream Room.

Now, they all believed the Death Clown was Su Xiaoxiao’s uncle.

Because only then would it make sense that Su Xiaoxiao had been safe all along, even scaring off the Hanged Ghost-everything added up!

So it wasn’t just luck.

It was that the girl had a big-shot Ghost behind her-anyone with that could walk around like a boss!

Su Xiaoxiao hadn’t turned on Bullet Comments, so she didn’t know any of this.

If she had, she would definitely have explained that the Death Clown was not her uncle.

But now, a wonderful misunderstanding had been born.

In fact, the Death Clown’s gentle demeanor, doting tone, and astonishing words had also left Su Xiaoxiao’s CPU completely stunned.

In Su Xiaoxiao’s mind, after stabbing the Death Clown Ghost with Scissors, he should have been enraged and killed her on the spot.

Why was he acting like this instead?

Most importantly, after her parents passed away, so many years had gone by.

Su Xiaoxiao never expected that the long-lost kindness and warmth she’d been missing wouldn’t come from a human, but from a Ghost.

The Death Clown took Su Xiaoxiao’s hand, which was holding the Scissors, pulled them out, and stabbed himself in the stomach again.

Slash!

Slash!

Slash!

Three stabs in a row, each one a critical hit!

The Death Clown looked in great pain, but still forced himself to be gentle with Su Xiaoxiao.

In reality, the Death Clown wasn’t hurt at all.

Ghosts are immune to physical damage-he was just pretending.

“Child, did that feel good? Here, Uncle will get you some snacks. Eat something tasty first, and after Uncle finishes up here, he’ll keep you company.”

The Death Clown led the still-stunned Su Xiaoxiao to the sofa.

Then, like a magician, he produced all kinds of snacks for Su Xiaoxiao-basically all the kinds kids love.

From this, it was clear the Death Clown truly saw Su Xiaoxiao as a child.

Su Xiaoxiao: ……

Su Xiaoxiao was completely numb. What was happening was nothing like the script she’d imagined in her head!
Death Clown unwrapped a chicken drumstick and placed it in front of Su Xiaoxiao.

“Child, look how thin you are. Come, have a drumstick first.”

Su Xiaoxiao gazed at the drumstick placed before her, inhaling the aroma wafting from it.

Before her parents left, chicken drumsticks were her favorite.

But ever since her parents left, it seemed chicken drumsticks had left her as well.

Her stomach growled.

Su Xiaoxiao didn’t hesitate. If there was good food, why not eat it?

Maybe it’s poisoned-eating it might kill her?

Taking the drumstick from Death Clown, Su Xiaoxiao recalled her parents’ teachings. After a brief inner struggle, she finally whispered, “Thank you…”

Her voice was as soft as a mosquito’s, but Death Clown, an Evil Ghost–class spirit, naturally heard it.

Death Clown gently patted Su Xiaoxiao’s head. This was a child whose Spiritual Soul had been almost completely blackened. He didn’t know what pain and suffering she had endured to have accumulated such immense negative energy.

But that soft “thank you” let Death Clown know that, before her soul was blackened, this child must have received an excellent upbringing.

Death Clown softened his tone and said, “Child, wait here a few minutes, Uncle will be right back to keep you company. Eat first, alright? All the food on this table is yours, take your time.”

Death Clown knew Su Xiaoxiao wouldn’t reply to him.

After speaking, Death Clown turned and walked toward the One-Armed Man, his pair of crimson eyes locking onto him.

Seeing this, the One-Armed Man immediately tensed up.

Only then did he realize he was still in danger!

Driven by a strong will to survive, the One-Armed Man hurriedly assured Death Clown, “Captain! From now on, I’ll definitely carry out any tasks you assign to me!”

“And whatever just happened, I didn’t see a thing!”

Death Clown vanished in a blur and appeared right in front of the One-Armed Man.

He seized the One-Armed Man by the neck and lifted him up.

Death Clown’s cold expression made it clear that, in his eyes, the One-Armed Man was nothing but an ant, a mere beast.

The One-Armed Man struggled for breath, eyes filled with terror.

“Remember, there won’t be a next time!”

Then, as if throwing out trash, Death Clown threw him toward the door.

“Ah!!”

Landing on his injured side, the One-Armed Man’s face contorted in pain, veins bulging as he let out a soul-piercing scream.

It hurt. It hurt so much!

As Su Xiaoxiao was eating her drumstick, enjoying the food, she was startled by the scream, her legs trembling on the spot.

Keeping an eye on her, Death Clown, thinking she’d been frightened, instantly flashed to her side.

“Don’t be afraid, child. Uncle promises not to use violence in front of you next time, alright?”

Death Clown’s sudden change of demeanor left the audience stunned again.

“So Death Clown really does have two faces!?”
“It’s finally confirmed! Death Clown is the little girl’s uncle!”
“Just looking at the One-Armed Man hurts-unbelievable.”
“With Death Clown as her uncle, this game is in the bag for the girl. Honestly, I’m jealous.”

Would Su Xiaoxiao be scared?

Of course not.

She was someone who wanted to become a ghost after death and destroy the world.

To others, Su Xiaoxiao was cold and unfeeling.

Even if the One-Armed Man died right in front of her, Su Xiaoxiao wouldn’t feel any ripple of emotion.

Lost to the darkness, there was no light, no salvation.

Su Xiaoxiao was no longer that innocent, helpful, compassionate child.

When the avalanche comes, not a single snowflake is innocent.

Su Xiaoxiao is herself, and yet not herself.