Hearing Daliya's anxious cries, Chen Qing's thoughts finally detached from the pile of metal in front of her.
Pirates?
Chen Qing blinked her sore eyes, and her gaze fell on the clock on the wall, the hands pointing exactly at twelve.
That's right, today is the fifth day since entering the game, and the system had mentioned that danger would come after four days.
She hadn't expected the timing to be this precise.
Chen Qing grabbed the knife bag on the wall and immediately went outside, opening the door, Chen Qing instantly saw Daliya, dressed oddly.
The child's face was full of tension and seriousness, on her head, she wore an iron pot, and in her hands, she held two kitchen knives, even carrying a large pot lid on her back.
The look was indeed somewhat comical.
"What is this...?"
Chen Qing asked with a tentative voice, unsure.
"Killing pirates!"
Daliya said earnestly.