LWGP - Chapter 50
Chapter 50: A Massive Drop
Li Ting had a sudden realization; he now understood.
The Old Lady was likely afraid that the death of a man like Zhou Shanren would be dug up. A deep investigation would then reveal the blood relationship between Wang Jiu and Zhou Shanren. Either people would dig deep into her background to decide whether to sympathize with or despise her, or she would be directly charged with patricide, becoming a burden for the rest of her life.
Having reached the Old Lady's level, she understood human nature and knew how harsh public opinion was, both in that era and even now.
She didn't want Wang Jiu to carry this burden, so the best course of action was to bury it.
"So you were unwilling to tell the Old Lady because she already knew you were Zhou Shanren's daughter, but she was also very likely part of the group that trafficked her own daughter. You were afraid she would resent you, so you never said anything."
Wang Jiu smiled. "It's not a lie when I say I don't hate Yang Yu and the others. In essence, I'm no different from them. Wanting more and wanting to keep the only thing you have—it's all greed."
She had seen through human nature, yet she harbored a bit of humility and despicableness.
Qian Cheng wanted to curse her but couldn't bring himself to. In the end, he said, "So you regret it."
"Yes, I regret it. If I had told her sooner, maybe she would have been much happier. But there are no 'what ifs' in this world."
"But she's dead."
"And I can never go back."
Her tone was tinged with loneliness, but her grip on her sword tightened, carving a mark on the ground.
Li Ting's brow twitched, as if he were hesitating about something.
Just then, a voice said, "No, you have."
Song Yuanqiao suddenly stood up and walked over to Wang Jiu. Unlike Qian Cheng, he didn't have the usual pile of words characteristic of a psychologist. He just said one thing: "After she passed, I was checking her belongings and found a ticket she hadn't picked up yet. I went to get it the day before yesterday. Also, this is one of her things, a newly bought bag. I don't know what's inside, because she must have bought it for you."
Wang Jiu saw it. It was a plane ticket.
Capital to Lin City.
She reached out, her fingers gently pinching the thin piece of paper, staring at it blankly.
The date was yesterday. Yesterday.
If the Old Lady hadn't died, she would have rushed to the airport after class, bringing a gift to find her.
She would definitely have cursed her for being heartless, ill-tempered, and unfilial the moment she saw her, then she'd start cleaning her house while still scolding her, and then ask what she wanted for dinner.
That's just how she was. She would never stay angry at her for too long.
Wang Jiu caressed the ticket. Without a word, she carefully placed it with the gift, sheathed her sword, and held them in her arms.
Previously, Qian Cheng's endless talking had been useless, but a single ticket was enough to make her lay down her sword.
She said to Song Yuanqiao, "His pile of nonsense wasn't as useful as you. You win."
Qian Cheng: "?!"
His profession had been mocked.
If he had known a plane ticket could solve the problem, why would he have wasted so much breath?
Song Yuanqiao was old. Hearing her words, he said hoarsely, "This whole group of us isn't as useful as you. Thank you for healing her, for preventing her world from being a barren wasteland, and letting flowers bloom throughout her courtyard. Thank you."
Wang Jiu turned her face away, her expression indifferent.
"Also, I saw some young people fooling around in the restaurant today... and you smoked many times."
Wang Jiu raised an eyebrow. "Scolding me?"
"No. I know the customs over there are very important to you. Scattering rice and all that was surely your calculation, a deliberate cover-up for her illegal burial of the body, unwilling to let her bear the responsibility for you. But, while you say you don't believe in the Buddha, in your heart, you still hold out hope."
"So you deliberately made a scene with all these amorous affairs between men and women, and you kept smoking, unrelated to Yang Dong and Zheng Yu. You just wanted to see if her spirit would jump out and scold you, right? Because she used to jump out and scold you for this very reason."
"I always thought you were someone who didn't believe in ghosts and gods, but in fact, deep down, you've always been influenced by the customs of that village."
Song Yuanqiao looked at Wang Jiu, seemingly with deeper thoughts, perhaps wanting to persuade her to let some things go, but in the end, he said nothing.
"Perhaps. But this is her funeral. Spilling blood today was already an act of defiance. Yang Yu and Zheng Yu can be considered sacrifices, but the others cannot. I'm afraid she'll never visit my dreams again."
"However, even if I'm willing to back down, what about you all?"
Wang Jiu seemed to have regained her composure. Her words were gentle as she took a few steps, sword in hand. While everyone watched, with no one daring to make the first move, she suddenly stopped and looked at the few people who were exchanging glances, intending to stir up the atmosphere again.
"Why don't the few of you come out and fight me first? Or are you hoping the government will take me out first, then divide up the equipment and treasures among yourselves?"
Wang Jiu explicitly called out the names of those few people. They were terrified by this woman's sharp gaze, which was like she was using a cheat, and also felt ashamed and angry. Gritting their teeth, they were about to go for broke.
Keng!
Wang Jiu's sword pierced the tip of the Black Widow's spider leg. She stabbed it a few more times, breaking one of the Black Widow's legs into several segments.
Oh, it seemed the Old Lady had once described how she liked to poke earthworms with a tree branch.
Perverted beyond belief.
While being perverted, Wang Jiu said, "No way. You guys with average attributes not even reaching 5 really think you have the right to make the first move, right?"
Fuck, she's going to strike first!
The few of them were terrified and reflexively took several steps back.
With that retreat, their despicable thoughts and weakness were exposed. No one would be manipulated by them now. See, all the elites were now looking at them with contempt.
Fuck!
This woman was toxic.
Qian Cheng knew that these people would absolutely not make a move.
1. The strongest, like Xiao Jue, wouldn't move, as they had some connection to her.
2. The mid-tier people still retained some moral integrity and wouldn't stoop to taking advantage of the situation, sacrificing their character for treasure.
3. The main thing was the government's attitude. But Li Ting came from a cultural background; he was cautious, farsighted, and not a rash person. Wang Jiu's state was unpredictable, her alignment unclear, and with the Old Lady's letter as a precedent, he wouldn't make a move unless Wang Jiu struck first or genuinely wiped out the entire Yang family (with evidence, at that).
So... the atmosphere reached a stalemate.
Li Ting was still thinking about the "customs" and "sacrifices" Wang Jiu and Song Yuanqiao had mentioned. Wang Jiu was undoubtedly the sole survivor of that village. Having been immersed in it, her understanding of the village chief was clearly deeper and more authentic than what the special department's investigation had uncovered.
Could it be more than just a trafficking ring, but some kind of dark, evil organization?
As he thought this, he glanced at a text message that had just arrived on his phone and made a decision. "As it stands, Ms. Wang has committed no actual crime. Regardless of my personal feelings about her nature, the law does not have the authority to convict or restrict a person's rights based on pre-judgment. As for the matter of Miao Village and Miao Mountain, we will continue to investigate. If your cooperation is needed, we hope Ms. Wang will provide assistance within her capabilities. How about it?"
"Of course," Wang Jiu agreed. With Li Ting's statement, everyone else with ill intentions could only extinguish their thoughts.
As the atmosphere eased into a somewhat quiet state.
"Alright, I can unlock the Black Widow now."
As Wang Jiu spoke, she flicked her palm. "Who dealt with it just now? I'll only take the three best items. The rest of you can divide what's left. Those who want in can apply for a temporary team. The system just taught me how."
Her words stunned everyone.
Including Li Ting.
Perhaps because of her previously dark attributes, they found it very difficult to adjust to her sudden generosity and goodwill.
It was like a slap followed by a sweet date.
Fuck, that's sweet.
"That's... not quite right, is it? It's your Mystic Realm Boss, after all."
"Oh, so are you joining or not?"
"Joining."
Li Ting was still hesitating about whether to let the government and military personnel join to get some items when he heard a dense series of dinging and donging sounds. He then saw a long, dense list of names hanging under Wang Jiu's temporary team.
Hmm, that fast?
Li Ting quickly raised his own hand, then shot a glare at the military personnel, as if scolding them for their incompetence. What are you all waiting for?!
The temporary team was formed, but a few people still hadn't applied.
It was the same few from before.
Wang Jiu asked gently, "You're not applying?"
The few of them were stunned. We can? She's not holding a grudge?
Forgetting their pride, they quickly applied, followed by more dings and dongs.
System: "Sorry, your illegal application to join the team established by the Mystic Realm BOSS owner has been rejected. Has been rejected."
The few of them were stunned and all looked at Wang Jiu.
Wang Jiu smiled. "I never said I wouldn't reject you."
A demon, an absolute demon!
The few of them were furious, but since Li Ting and the others had already been won over by the prospect of benefits, they could only leave in a huff.
Once they were gone, Wang Jiu asked the crowd, "Who here has a lucky hand? I mean, who got more item drops than others when unlocking those previous dungeons?"
From this sentence, it was clear that this demon was part of the "black hand" gang, but no one else dared to claim they had a "little red hand."
"Xiao Qing, you do it."
Xiao Qing, having been called out, was a little surprised and looked at Wang Jiu. "Me?"
"The Old Lady mentioned you before. She said you were the only one from the neighboring school in her class, but you were the one who drew the first prize."
Xiao Qing also remembered. "Yes, I got her manuscript that time."
"Can you give it to me?"
When it came to the Old Lady's belongings, she had the urge to scrape the land clean.
"No."
"..."
Xiao Qing avoided Wang Jiu's sorrowful gaze and proceeded to unlock the Black Widow on her own.
When the progress bar hit 100%, the massive Black Widow burst open like a giant treasure sack, spilling out a huge pile of items. Things rolled to almost everyone's feet.
Wang Jiu was stunned for a moment and asked the system, "Is this a normal drop rate?"
System: "For her, it's about 200% above the average level. For you, it's about 200% below the average level."
Wang Jiu: "..."
There was no need to praise one and belittle the other so harshly.
Wang Jiu herself was deeply resentful, but everyone else was dazzled by the explosive amount of items on the ground. Even Li Ting quietly asked the military expert Qing Yu how this drop rate was.
Qing Yu's face was grim.
Alright, Li Ting understood in a second. The "black hand" gang was an organization, not an individual. He started looking at the items on the ground, but no one moved.
Visibly, the most eye-catching were fourteen items.
Three treasure chests, four bronze-grade pieces of equipment, and seven grey-grade pieces of equipment.
And a pile of daily supplies.
Rice, cooking oil, toilet paper, clothes, cured meat, and so on, as well as one item that was the most conspicuous, even more so than the bronze equipment and treasure chests.
Wang Peng was dumbfounded. He walked around it in a circle, muttering to himself, "Fair as jade, perfectly round and firm, its curves graceful and elegant, noble and classic, filled with the conflicting beauty of the forbidden and the indulgent... could this be the legendary—Toi! Let!"
Get lost!
A red-faced Xiao Li dragged him away.
Wang Jiu also looked at the toilet, lost in thought.
Don't underestimate daily supplies. No one here was a fool; they had already guessed that these things would be of great use in the future. So even those with only a tiny bit of participation felt that getting a bag of rice would be excellent.
The bronze equipment included both weapons and armor, while the grey equipment was not the worst-tier rookie daggers, but mostly long sabers and longswords. Without touching them, they didn't know the attributes, but they all looked decent.
"I've been through three events already and haven't gotten a single weapon. Otherwise, I wouldn't still be using a gun."
Qing Yu couldn't help but mutter under his breath. Li Ting knew this man desperately wanted a weapon, but the best ones were never allocated to him, always going to the first-tier elites like Xie Lu. This man was in the third tier of the military. A rookie's dagger was of little use to him, like a chicken rib.
For a man skilled in combat, a long-handled melee weapon was the most suitable.
Based on participation, with so many weapons, unless Qing Yu's ancestral graves were emitting black smoke, he should at least get one.
But this was a massive drop, an absolutely massive drop!
"There are so many. I won't distribute them one by one. After all, everyone's needs are different, and I can't satisfy them all. I'll take the three things I want, and the rest will be distributed by the system based on participation. Is that acceptable?"
The subtext was: I'm only taking what I want. I don't care what you want.
Naturally, no one objected, so they looked at the equipment and prayed silently.
Xiao Qing had been secretly relieved, and Xiao Jue was about to praise her when Wang Jiu, while counting the treasures, said, "So your luck is really this good. You should try your hand at something more dangerous, like skiing in Switzerland."
She felt that looks and figure really couldn't put food on the table.
In the apocalyptic game, luck was king.
Xiao Qing was stunned, not reacting for a moment, but everyone else did, their expressions turning strange.
Xiao Jue and Yan Yanting looked as if they had eaten shit. The latter blocked Xiao Qing, while the former urged impatiently, "Hurry up and let the system distribute it."
He couldn't attack his own sister, so he could only give Wang Jiu a heavy reminder.
Damn scumbag, still trying to flirt.
Glancing at Xiao Jue and the other man, Wang Jiu directly took the three treasure chests, not even taking any bronze equipment, and initiated a system distribution.
The system was efficient, and soon all the items were displayed on the interface.
On the distribution page, the attributes of many pieces of equipment and items were finally revealed.
The grey-grade long sabers and longswords basically gave a total of seven or eight points to strength and agility. These attributes were so high, and they were still grey-grade?
"They're level 5! They're level 5 equipment! No wonder the grey-grade attributes are so high! But at level 5, it seems we can't equip them."
"As if you could get one anyway."
As everyone discussed, the system gave a different explanation. "The equipment level noted in 《Wilderness Civilization》 is only to distinguish which level of monster it dropped from. The equipment's level is also one way to differentiate attribute differences. It does not restrict player equipment requirements, unless it's a racial characteristic. For example, a human player can use a Goblin's weapon, but cannot equip it to gain the attribute bonus. For everything else, if you can get it, you can equip it."
Pure realism.
Everyone was overjoyed, their eyes on the weapons growing even more fervent. Just then, the system's distribution results came out.
Black Widow's Carapace (Bronze Armor, Level 5)
Attributes: STR +5, AGI +4, STA +5
Owner: Xu Zhiyan
Black Widow's Bracers (Bronze Armor, Level 5)
Attributes: STR +3, AGI +3, STA +5
Owner: Xiao Jue
Black Widow's Spider Sword (Bronze Weapon, Level 5)
Attributes: STR +12, AGI +5
Owner: Qing Yu.
Grey Longsword (Grey Weapon, Level 5)
Attributes: STR +5, AGI +3
Owner: Xiao Qing
The subsequent long sabers and longswords were also assigned to various owners. Basically, anyone who had put in a bit more effort got a piece of equipment.
For example, Xiao Li was so excited holding the worst of the sabers that he was just short of breaking into a disco dance on the spot.
The most excited was undoubtedly Qing Yu. He was stunned for a moment, then let out a cheer, hugged the longsword, his eyes turning red. He even ran up to Xiao Qing to thank her profusely, stopping just short of getting on his knees to worship her.
Xiao Qing: That's really not necessary.
Wang Jiu: What the hell, it's my BOSS. Why are you kneeling to her?
Next was the distribution of survival supplies. Even those who had contributed only a tiny bit—like Wang Peng, who had happened to pick up a rock and throw it at the Black Widow's wound—also received...
"Bro, do you think a pack of toilet paper is more important, or a condom? Why do I feel like I'm even worse off than Xiao Li? At least he got a box last time." Wang Peng held a pack of toilet paper with a sour expression.
Damn it, if you can't get equipment at the start, your combat power can't keep up. Then, when you encounter a situation where you can be carried to victory, you have no output and no participation.
It's too tragic!
Xiao Jue glanced at him, thinking to himself that the kid had been hit hard to dare ask him such a question. "Of course the toilet paper is more important."
"Why?"
"You can use the toilet paper by yourself. A condom requires someone to cooperate with."
"..."
That makes so much sense, you've convinced me. However, Wang Peng, who had been feeling sour, suddenly cheered up when he saw Wang Jiu's situation.
Many people were holding back their laughter, because they didn't dare to laugh out loud.
Wang Jiu was looking down seriously at the toilet before her, as if contemplating an extremely grave, world-class problem.
Her 60% participation should have been satisfied, but... this toilet belonged to Zheng Yu. Since she had killed him, his spoils of war were inherited by her.
Damn man, what kind of character is this! (Wang Jiu firmly believed that Zheng Yu was the one responsible for her being allocated the toilet.)
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