I open a supermarket with strange rules

Zhao Xiyue tied the small iron piece given by the injured man around her wrist and arrived at the cafeteria on time.

Near the cafeteria, Zhao Xiyue stopped and walked to the posted rules.

The original 7 rules were increased to 8, with bright red fonts reading:

【8. In order to ensure your health, you are prohibited from eating other people’s food. 】

It's clearly targeted.

Zhao Xiyue smiled and walked into the cafeteria as usual.

Always follow your own pace, one step behind, and expect to catch your own pigtails?

She wouldn't use the same trick twice.

In the cafeteria, it was so quiet that the only sound was the chewing of food.

The strong smell of blood filled the cafeteria. Zhao Xiyue noticed that most of the aborigines looked as pale as death. The entire cafeteria was filled with an inorganic gray.

The walls were splattered with red blood. On the tables, chairs, and floor, dirt and dark red blood mixed together, feeling soft, slippery, and cold, like the skin of a dead person.

Lan Ling was not in the cafeteria, but the girl who had just gone to the village chief's house with them was standing in the corner of the cafeteria holding their hands tightly.

Judging from their expressions, the three of them were already in panic, and this emotion was affecting their ability to make correct judgments.

Seeing Zhao Xiyue coming in, the professional woman ran over as if she had grabbed a life-saving straw.

The professional woman saw her come in alone and ran over happily, "You made it out, that's great."

The other freckled girl looked towards the door for a moment and frowned, "Where's Brother Lan Ling?"

Zhao Xiyue nodded to the professional woman and said briefly, "I don't know."

As the future villain, it is not so easy for Lan Ling to fall, as he is very smart.

Seeing her indifferent look, the freckled girl was furious, "How could you do this? Brother Lan Ling stayed here to help you."

Seeing that she seemed to be standing up for her lover, Zhao Xiyue was confused for a moment.

We have entered a world of ghost stories where our lives are in danger at any time, but there are still people who don’t think about finding a way to pass the level, and their minds are full of pink bubbles.

She didn't even bother to look at him and just walked to the end of the line to queue.

The freckled girl seemed to want to argue, but was held back by the professional girl.

She had a premonition that if Freckles continued to make trouble, Zhao Xiyue would probably never help them again.

After the professional woman persuaded her for a long time, the freckled girl grumbled indignantly, "She is just relying on Brother Lan Ling's soft heart. If she hadn't had Brother Lan Ling's protection, would she be alive now?"

Zhao Xiyue: ...

She hated her own sharp hearing.

The bloody scene in the morning shocked everyone. The cafeteria was exceptionally quiet at noon and the efficiency of serving food increased a lot.

Soon it was Zhao Xiyue's turn.

The auntie who served the food seemed to recognize her. Her blood-red lips were stretched open, and her fangs were also covered with shredded meat. Her greasy big hands scooped a large spoonful of paste and placed it on Zhao Xiyue's plate.

The black bean-like eyes stared at Zhao Xiyue, as if trying to find fear from that fair face.

Zhao Xiyue smiled and said, "Thank you, Auntie."

The auntie who served the food couldn't laugh anymore and gave it 5 points for seeking death.

Zhao Xiyue was holding the food tray when the fishy smell came again. She turned around and saw the cleaner sticking behind her.

Those not-so-intelligent eyes seemed to be saying: With the addition of Rule 8, you are dead today.

Zhao Xiyue walked away as if she saw nothing, and walked back along the neatly laid table with the food tray in her hand.

Fear comes from the unknown. Now that we know the logic behind the cleaner's killing, there is nothing to be afraid of.

The cleaner stuck to the back of his head, and his skinny body floated up from the ground. His dry old face was full of bloodthirsty murderous intent.

His black eyes were fixed on the woman in front of him, and if she broke any rules, he would tear her into pieces.

Zhao Xiyue took the cleaner out for a while, and her suicide value dropped from 30 to 5.

The cleaner is tired.

She happily carried the tray and walked around the partition to the men's dining area.

The rules only state that meals must be picked up in different areas, but there is no restriction on the dining location.

As soon as she entered the men's dining area, Zhao Xiyue noticed a burning gaze looking at her.

To be precise, he was looking at the small piece of iron on his wrist.

They were the four people who tried to lure me in front of the village yesterday.

The red-haired girl stared at the patch, stood up and rushed to Zhao Xiyue.

There was uncontrollable excitement in her voice, "Where did you get this piece of iron?"

Zhao Xiyue looked at her and said calmly, "Now is the time to eat, not to reminisce about the past."

Hearing this, the red-haired girl calmed down for a moment, looked up and saw the cleaner clinging to Zhao Xiyue, and took two steps back in fright.

Damn! They were so close to each other, why was this woman still so calm?

Zhao Xiyue pretended not to smell the disgusting stench behind her and walked to the table behind the group of four with her plate and sat down.

As soon as she appeared, she attracted attention.

Although everyone seemed to be eating slowly, their actual attention was focused on Zhao Xiyue.

After two days in this South Bank fishing village, everyone knows that the risk of this open-rule fantasy far exceeds that of Class E.

They also saw the bright red rules at the entrance of the cafeteria, but even though they knew there was something wrong with the food, they still wanted to struggle.

Unfortunately, yesterday's magical operation seemed to be short-lived.

The girl was actually sitting in a chair in a daze. It seemed that she was being targeted by something strange, which made her give up treatment and wait for death.

Zhao Xiyue leaned back in her chair and waited patiently for the death value to fly away for a while.

Wait until the cleaners are too angry to move.

She slowly pulled out a lunch box from under her clothes, her hands as steady as if she had held a scalpel.

She packed the green porridge and red soup into two lunch boxes separately, without spilling a drop.

Then, Zhao Xiyue stood up, holding two lunch boxes, and walked towards the door with an unchanged smile.

The cleaner held the harpoon in his hand and hesitated for a moment.

His rules didn't seem to say that killing was allowed in this situation.

Zhao Xiyue ignored him, walked around the partition and was about to leave the cafeteria.

The cleaner appeared in an instant and blocked her way.

He stared at Zhao Xiyue with his dry eyes and said in a strange voice, "Eat, eat, eat."

An invisible force drilled into her brain, and Zhao Xiyue felt a desire rising in her heart - the food in this cafeteria was so delicious and tempting, eat it all, eat it all!

Her hand unconsciously prepared to open the lunch box.

Then, he pressed the lid down to make sure it was firmly sealed, then smiled and said, "I'm not feeling well today. I'll pack it up and eat it slowly when I get home."

With that, she walked straight out of the cafeteria and quickly drank a bottle of blue potion.

[Death value +30]

[Pollution -15]

My mind cleared up again.

In the cafeteria, everyone's jaw dropped.

Many clever ones started using props to imitate Zhao Xiyue's actions.

Looking at the slender figure walking away, I felt that the word "big boss" was written all over it.

Zhao Xiyue was completely unaware of these things.

She didn't hang around and went straight back to Dali's house.

The injured man drank the blue potion and seemed to be in much better spirits.

Zhao Xiyue briefly told him about the situation in the cafeteria, "That little red-haired girl should be here in a while."

As he said that, he took off the small piece of iron and returned it to the damaged man, "I'll go to the backyard to take a look. You take a good rest."

The damaged man took the small piece of metal in silence.

Zhao Xiyue glanced at him, then pushed open the wooden door of the backyard and came to the cellar.

It was too quiet below, Zhao Xiyue's heart tightened, and a baseball bat appeared in her hand.

She looked at her own suicide value, and thanks to the contributions of the cafeteria aunt and the cleaner, it has now reached 201 points.

The light grid in my mind jumped and slowly landed on a golden skill card.

[B-level skill card: Seagod's favor. Description: Use this skill card to gain Seagod's favor once when you are near the sea, valid for 30 minutes. Number of times: 3/3.]

A golden card appeared in her hand and Zhao Xiyue played with the card.

Favor, in what sense?