Chapter 107 The atmosphere in this city is very warm
"Shax, you stay here! It's not worth exposing the information right at the beginning. I'll take care of this!"
Wu He hurriedly took off his coat and, as he ran out, he pressed the barrel of his sniper rifle, signaling the shooter not to act rashly. This action slightly annoyed Shakes. He climbed the stairs to the roof, carrying his rifle, and heard the friction of the elevator going down.
"Taking the elevator..." He lit a cigarette for himself, "What's there to hide?"
Wu He frantically tapped the first-floor button in the elevator. Jumping directly from the upper floor would have been a more efficient option, but his current situation—his identity as a "Talisman Master"—precluded that. If he had arrived half an hour earlier, he would have decisively retreated, but the enemy had chosen to attack right after the formation was completed.
The core "Mind-Capturing Blood Talisman" wasn't something that could be easily transferred, and the materials couldn't be readily used. He didn't want to lose the third-level talisman on the first day of the operation!
Ding Dong. Even before the elevator doors opened, he felt the biting cold. The moment the iron doors parted, shards of ice flew in, and the frozen ice blossomed like flowers. Wu He swung out burning talisman paper, and the intense heat vaporized the ice into mist. He rolled on the ground, dodging the pursuing boulders. Amidst the shrouded white mist, a scruffy, blue-skinned man stood in the center of the lobby.
“Sadness… tears are flowing in my head…” the man slurred his words. “Before we could communicate, life slipped away so easily. I wanted to feel the warmth of others, but it was washed away by my cold tears… Oh oh… why… why…!!!”
He scratched his scalp frantically, his nails leaving streaks of blood on his face, the blood turning to red ice as it flowed. In his left hand, he clutched a frozen mouse, the poor thing already snapped in two by his excessive grip. He pressed the horrific corpse against his face, not moving for a moment, but sobbing hysterically like a child.
A typical Supreme Path psychopath, and yet, he was also the most sensitive Turbid Tear. Wu He secretly clucked his tongue, but on the surface, he raised his hands in a soothing gesture. "Visitor, I don't know why you've come here, but we have no grudges, and there are civilians living nearby. You're also a dignified Sephiroth 3 Turbid Tear. There's no reason to start a war here!"
"Revenge? You mean revenge?" The frozen man sobbed. "Ah, whose fault is this misfortune? I had it all under control, I could have rested, but then something warm came to me—your rat! Your eyes and ears! And then another life was gone! Dead!"
He scratched himself harder and harder, blood freezing on his face. "Why! You use your weak life to stimulate me! Why do you make me sad?!"
The noise, like a malfunctioning appliance, continued to spread. Wu He's face looked even uglier than the tears. He clutched a piece of talisman paper in his palm. "I apologize for the interference caused by the detection tool—"
"It's all your fault..." The Frozen Man suddenly raised his head and roared, "It's your fault!!!"
Cold crystals filled the view, climbing up the walls and reaching the ceiling. Amidst the man's roar, they rose like a mountain! Dozens of ice peaks suddenly formed, like the teeth of an ice monster, shattering the entire lobby. The chill spread as the peaks moved, freezing everything that was about to be shattered into ice.
In a flash, the hotel lobby disappeared, leaving only those jagged ice crystals extending along the corridors and stairwells, threatening to seal the entire building in ice. The Iceman stretched out a trembling finger and pointed at Wu He, who was frozen in the huge ice block: "Look, he's dead. It's your fault. Why did you hurt me? Why—"
boom!
Blood-red flames erupted from the ground, their accompanying heat melting the ice into murky water. Wu He stepped out of the puddle. His physique was stronger than he appeared, and even trapped in -70°C ice, he showed no signs of frostbite. He crushed the talisman paper in his hand, and a graphite-like hue spread from his palm to the center, covering his gloomy face.
"Go back to the sewers and cry, you giant garbage baby!"
The heavy punch strengthened by the Steel Body Talisman crushed the Ice Man's nose. Wu He punched the Ice Man away, causing him to smash through three buildings and fly towards the center of Jinye City!
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In a small cafe in the center of Jinye City.
The freshly baked apple pie exuded an enticing aroma. Vansalar thanked the waiter and carefully cut into it with a knife and fork. The waitress smiled back and served the three guests hot coffee, black tea, and blueberry milkshakes.
This table was the strangest guests the shop had received in recent years. The man eating apple pie was enthusiastic and humorous, but he had pointed teeth and a long tongue, like a monster; the priest drinking coffee looked very decent, but his face was like a bitter melon; the boy who ordered milkshake was elegant, wearing a well-fitting suit, and looked like a young aristocrat.
It looked strange to see these three people gathered together. The waitress guessed that the priest might be the child's godfather, and was forced to come out to look after the young master who was hanging out with bad friends.
"Hehe!" Vansalar laughed like a ghost. "Do you want to know what that little girl is thinking, Olek?"
The little boy, Olek—the spirit of a certain important figure who was specially summoned—drank his milkshake with a frown.
"I'll tell you what I was thinking," he said. "I was thinking about how you would react if I killed everyone on this island."
"I would say you are vulgar, little trash." Vansalar raised his middle finger.
"Not you." Olek shook his finger. "I'm asking this young monk. What do you think, Bernfar? Wouldn't it be fun to sit at the same table with the Archdemon and the Nightmare King?"
"Servants of the Gods have no pleasure," Bernfar said solemnly. "Unless fate directs us, we, as a matter of principle, will not interfere with the actions of the living. Whether you choose to kill or watch, it makes no difference to us."
"Extremely boring." Olek yawned. "That's amazing! I haven't met anyone more boring than Vansalar in a long time. You'll definitely be promoted soon. When you become a deacon, let me know and I'll send you a demon to help you."
"Permit me to decline your offer."
Vansalar tapped his plate with his fork, his face filled with impatience. "Are you here just to associate with the same kind of trash?"
"Don't be so impatient. Your favorite show is about to begin..." Olek inserted a finger into his ear. "Comedy? Tragedy?"
"The scene is too dull, hurry up and liven up the atmosphere!"
"As you wish."
The little boy, Olek, pulled a gray chain from his ear. He slowly moved his fingers, pulling out the iron chain stained with brain matter, blood, and broken bones, like a prison guard sorting out the instruments he was about to use.
The scene was truly bizarre, but no one in the cafe noticed anything was wrong. It wasn't until the iron chain landed with a loud thud that the other guests began to look around in surprise.
Vansalar was overjoyed, and Orlek took the chain in his palm.
"Please enjoy this chain of misfortunes."
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TTT Convenience Hotel, eastern Jinye City.
Chu Hengkong rubbed the back of his neck and looked toward the hotel entrance. Ji Huaisu was the only one beside the revolving door, reading a travel brochure. She turned her head warily, "How long has it been since you lost control? Do you want me to help you deal with this?"
“…”
Everyone in the lobby, from the receptionist to the doorman, gave him strange looks. Chu Hengkong sighed deeply and put down a bead. "It's not what you understand... Please give me a double room."
"Oh, a double room, right?" The girl at the front desk blushed slightly.
"Twin room, window side."
The younger sister's eyes grew even more curious, revealing a genuine curiosity about what kind of game this was. She forced herself to suppress her inquiries, relying on her professional ethics, and handed over the room card. "Thank you for staying with us. We wish you a pleasant vacation... Ah!"
She let out a small exclamation and put the room card back sheepishly. "I'm so sorry! The security in this city has been bad recently, so I'd like you two to go through security first..."
Seeing the security guard approaching, Chu Hengkong nodded, "Okay. What happened?"
"It's not nice to say, but actually... our city's police station turned into an iceberg yesterday..." My sister looked desperate, wondering why I had to do this kind of shitty job. "This morning, the city government sent testing equipment, requiring guests to check for dangerous goods before checking in..."
She glanced at the conspicuous white gun and said weakly, "It's okay if you don't want to..."
"It's okay, I'll go first."
"The equipment is large, please go this way."
The younger sister breathed a sigh of relief and led Chu Hengkong down the hallway. They entered the iron gate in the middle of the hallway and passed through a storage room that had clearly been urgently cleaned that morning. The hotel was very courteous.
"Are we there yet?" "Please wait a moment."
At the back of the storage room was another small door, followed by a hallway. On the wall hung a poster promoting Golden Leaf City, depicting magecraft scholars building a city in a wasteland roamed by ghosts. The painting looked newly moved in, a testament to the hospitality of the host.
"Are we there yet?" "Please wait a moment."
At the end of the hallway was another door, leading directly to the alley behind the hotel. The air smelled faintly of garbage, but there were no trash bags. The waiters had already cleaned up the mess, a commendable display of professionalism.
"Walk a little longer?" Chu Hengkong shook his neck. "I'm so sorry, we're already here," the younger sister apologized repeatedly. There was nothing at the end of the alley, so she stopped and turned her back to Chu Hengkong.
"This is where you die!"
Light danced like a thread, passing through the killer's field of vision. Slender fingers thrust directly into Chu Hengkong's eyes, their tips emitting an incandescent glow. Chu Hengkong tilted his head slightly, dodging the thrust. The spear shaft behind him swung, the blade rising in reverse to block the blade, dim as the night.
He snapped his fingers, and an invisible gas bullet shot towards the receptionist's back, only piercing her clothes. With dazzling skill, she removed her waitress disguise. The torn pink fabric scattered like cherry blossoms. A girl, holding two swords, stood on the wall!
"How dare a mere heretic, a demon, disguised as a human, walk around?" The twin-bladed girl exclaimed, "Questions and answers are useless. Kill this heretic!"
(End of this chapter)
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