“Got a problem with that? Then come and save her!"
Erica turned around and smiled, waving at the middle-aged man.
"Don't worry. It doesn't matter. If I die, just bury me in front of Pike's house, so that I can haunt him every night as a ghost."
Her words made Pike's hair stand on end.
"Damn it! Why would you even say that? You've got a sick mind, chica. Fuck off and die!"
Erica laughed at him ruthlessly.
"You're such a coward! Afraid of a few words?"
Hearing that, Pike raised his fist, intending to strike her from behind. As if she had eyes in her back, Erica suddenly stretched out her right leg, kicked back, and her strike leveled at the man's belly.
He wasn't hit hard, but he put his hands on his stomach and started behaving.
Erica was taken to the dilapidated yard she had tried to climb over last night. There were more people waiting for her this time.
The masked man was in the middle of this group. Erica had seen him several times, but they had never spoken.
She walked over, and as if she had arrived at her own home, she casually found a seat and leaned on the table.
“Is it time for breakfast yet? I'm starving!"
Pike ran over and tried to pull her away, but Kirk stopped him.
"Very well. Serve the meal!”
"Yes, Kirk."
Just like that, plates and dishes and bowls were brought to Erica, as dozens of people watched her eat.
Everyone stared at her, afraid that she would disappear all of a sudden.
Kirk lit a cigarette and asked the woman wiping her mouth, "You are
Erma?"
"Yes! What do you need?" She Looked around but couldn't find the trash can. Finally, she held the used tissue in her hand.
“Where are you from?"
“Oh, from the slum in Mipburg. You've probably heard of it. I came from there." She wasn't lying. Tessie and she did come here by way of that slum.
Of course, Kirk knew the slum she was talking about. Tow Village was already very poor, but that slum was much poorer than this village.
But he didn't believe her at all! Women from that slum could ever be as lovely as Erma! “What does your husband do?"