A rain of light rained down.
Countless sharp swords and spears rained down from the sky, mercilessly piercing through the bodies of the dead and nailing them to the ground.
Ozaki Toshio had no idea what was going on. He just stared blankly at the unimaginable scene before him. It was as if he was watching a movie. It did not feel real at all. At that moment, a black shadow descended from the sky and landed on the ground. With the help of the moonlight, Ozaki Toshio could see that it was the young girl who asked him for information during the day.
Ozaki Toshio watched as the young girl landed on the grass and walked to Mrs. Setsuko's side. She pulled her away from the group of dead bodies that were pierced by swords and swords. Then, Ozaki Toshio reacted. He instinctively turned around and ran for his life.
Ozaki Toshio did not know why he did that, but he wanted to find the young girl and ask her for the truth. He was sure that the young girl knew what was going on here.
"Ahhhhhhh!!!"
While running, Ozaki Toshio heard a piercing scream. Although he could not see anything, he could imagine that the monsters must be suffering unimaginable torture. However, that did not stop him. He almost stumbled to the first floor, pushed open the door of the hospital and rushed out.
What Ozaki Toshio saw next was a scene that he had never imagined would happen.
The black-haired young girl was holding a greatsword and pointing at the dead bodies that were nailed to the ground. He knew the young girl. She was the first accidental death that he diagnosed, the young girl named Shimizu Megumi.
In Ozaki Toshio's impression, she was a fashionable, energetic, and ordinary young girl who longed for a prosperous life in the outside world. But now, her limbs and body were pierced by swords and swords. The black-haired young girl only held the black greatsword in her hand and pointed it at Shimizu Megumi. Then, Ozaki Toshio saw a wisp of white smoke being sucked out of Shimizu Megumi's body as if it was being absorbed by something.
At the same time, Shimizu Megumi let out a shrill scream. It was as if someone was tearing her body apart. She struggled with all her might, even if her limbs were cut off by the blade. She struggled to lift her body, trying to instinctively resist this invisible killing.
At the same time, the white smoke that was sucked out of Shimizu Kei's body turned into a blurry figure. It waved its hands and struggled desperately before it was sucked into the blade of the pitch-black greatsword. At the same time, Shimizu Kei's body fell to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut, motionless.
She was already dead.
The black-haired girl turned around and looked at Ozaki Toshio.
"You … what did you do?"
Staring at the black-haired girl in front of him, Ozaki Toshio felt his entire body trembling. However, he gritted his teeth and asked.
"Who are you? What are they? What's going on? "
As he yelled, Ozaki Toshio walked towards the girl. His fists were clenched tightly, and his eyes were bloodshot.
"Tell me! Hurry and tell me!! "
"… … …"
However, the young girl didn't answer Ozaki Toshio's question. Instead, she shifted her gaze slightly. It was then that Ozaki Toshio realized that she wasn't looking at him, but behind him instead. He subconsciously turned his head and looked behind him.
Then, Ozaki Toshio saw a girl with silver ponytails and bright red eyes.
He remembered that she was … …
That was the end of Ozaki Toshio's memory.
"Let's go back."
Seeing Ozaki Toshio standing there like a wooden statue, Wumizhi said in a bad mood.
"Bring that old woman back to the hospital. This year, the village has been too hot, so many elderly people have died of illness. The rest are just accidents. There's nothing unusual about their deaths. It's all very normal. Do you understand?"
"… … …"
Ozaki Toshio nodded.
"Very well. Let's go."
Wumizhi snapped her fingers. Ozaki Toshio turned around and helped Mrs. Setsuko up. The two of them slowly returned to the hospital.
Only then did Misaki retract his gaze and look at Wumizhi.
"It's done?"
"Of course … … Those guys sure had a plan. Fortunately, I found them … …"
"What about the Tanaka siblings?"
"I've done it. They'll forget what happened during this period of time. To them, we're just ordinary tourists from the village."
"Then let's begin."
Upon hearing his words, the Misty Branch of Sea Mist snorted coldly. Then, she opened her mouth and blew lightly.
Soon, a thick mist emerged silently and shrouded the entire Outfield Village and the surrounding mountains.
"I'll deal with the Tongshi family. You go and clean up the other dead. Is that okay?"
"Why can't it be me … … Fine."
Wumizhi was obviously dissatisfied with this order. But Misaki silently glanced under her skirt. The next moment, Wumizhi blushed and shut her mouth.
"Leave it to me. Those guys can't get away."
As she spoke, Wumizhi took a step back and disappeared into the mist.
The Tongshi family's house on the hillside looked exactly like a Western castle from the outside. The tall walls and gates were obviously built to prevent outsiders from invading. But this was naturally nothing to Grizzly. She just stretched out her hand and pushed gently. Then the tightly closed door was knocked open, and Grizzly strode in with Frostmourne in hand.
When she "opened" the front door again in the same way, she saw several people standing in the hall and staring at her.
"Who are you? Why are you trespassing? "
Standing in front of Misaki was a middle-aged man in luxurious clothes. He glared at Misaki and asked loudly. Beside him stood a freckled woman dressed like a servant.
On the stairs leading to the second floor, a frail and petite girl in pajamas was clutching the arm of the woman beside her who looked like her mother. She stared uneasily at Denglong who had broken through the door. On the other side, a bespectacled man in a kasaya looked at this scene in astonishment and didn't know what to do.
"I think you should be very clear about the reason I'm here."
Misaki swept a glance at the man in front of her, withdrew her gaze, and looked meaningfully at the maid, as well as the mother and daughter on the steps.
"I don't understand what you're talking about. Leave, or I'll call the police!"
As he spoke, the man gestured to pick up the phone, but Misaki just stared at him with a smile.
"It's useless. I've already destroyed the thing that you treated as a police officer."
"— — —!"
Upon hearing Misaki's words, everyone's expression changed drastically. Misaki didn't care and continued speaking.
"I have to admit that you guys have some tricks up your sleeves. You actually thought of replacing the police officers used to maintain the village's security first. This way, it'll be more convenient for you to act, right?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, but continued speaking.
"You suspect that the deaths in the village are related to us? Do you think our family is a monster? Then you can come and check. I can guarantee that I'm a living person … "
The middle-aged man wasn't lying. He had always been a human. Even though he lived with monsters, he didn't become a monster like them. On one hand, he was worried about the success of the transformation. On the other hand, it was convenient for them to disguise their identities. If someone suspected that his family was a monster, as long as he stepped forward, he could dispel their doubts and uneasiness.
But Misaki obviously didn't care about that.
"I'm not interested in a house pet."
She coldly interrupted the middle-aged man's self-defense and stared at the innocent young lady who was snuggling in her mother's arms on the stairs on the second floor.
"Alright, stop acting. Do you think it's meaningful?"
"BANG!!"
At that moment, the middle-aged man suddenly pulled out a pistol from his pocket and pulled the trigger at Misaki. However, facing this sudden attack, Misaki didn't care at all. She stretched out her left hand and easily caught the flying bullet. Then, without even looking at the middle-aged man, Misaki curled her left index finger and flicked it lightly.
Bang!!!
The bullet flew back at a speed several times faster than before and struck the middle-aged man's head. The massive impact shattered the upper half of his face entirely. Then, he collapsed to the ground and remained motionless.
"Masashi!!!"
Seeing that the middle-aged man had been killed, the girl in the woman's arms immediately screamed. At this moment, the female servant's face also turned cold. She suddenly bared her fangs and pounced towards Si.
"Miss Shazi, Madam, leave quickly!"
As she shouted, the maid rushed towards the black-haired girl. The mother and daughter standing on the stairs also hurriedly turned around and tried to escape. However, before they could walk up the stairs, several beams of light flashed. Then, the middle-aged woman in front of the girl was pierced by dozens of sharp blades from the side. She was pinned to the wall, blocking the girl's path.
"— — — —!!"
Seeing this scene, the girl immediately let out a sorrowful cry and retreated. When she looked down again, she saw that the maid's body had already fallen at Si's feet, and her head had rolled to the other side. Her eyes were wide open, and there was no reaction at all.
"Now, you're the only one left."
As he spoke, Si carried his greatsword and walked towards the stairs. At this moment, the young man in a kasaya who dressed like a monk suddenly reacted. He hurriedly ran in front of the girl and blocked Si's path.
"Wait!"
"Get out of the way."
"I refuse. What did Shazi do wrong?!"
However, the monk was still unwilling to step aside. He stood in front of the girl and glared at Si.
"Are you really stupid? Or are you asking the obvious? "
Si stared at him with an expression of looking at an idiot.
"Is it because she attacked a living person? So she deserves to die? She's also a victim! She didn't want to become like this voluntarily. It was God who abandoned her. God didn't save her. This isn't her responsibility! "
"…"
Facing the monk in front of him, Si looked at him as if he was a retard.
"I say … Are you retarded? Why would God care about this? "
"… Huh?"
"The thing I hate the most about you religious people is that you imagine the image of God and then put that image on God, just like those otakus who fantasize about beautiful female idols who don't poop or fart. So? What's wrong with that beautiful female idol going to the toilet? Didn't you ask for it? You think that God loves the world and that God controls everything in this world, but when you find that you don't get a response from God, you immediately start to curse and hate God? What's the difference between you and those fat otakus who cry and want to die when they find out that their idol got married? "
"…"
"What does it have to do with you what God looks like? You think you're infallible, putting your own ideas on God's head and forcing God to do what you want? Are you believers or the master of God? If you're a believer, then kneel obediently. Even when God farts, you have to say that it smells good, understand? Do you think that God is omnipotent and loving? Sorry, I don't want what you think, I want what I think, understand? "
"…"
Faced with Dusk's answer, the monk and the girl were dumbfounded. After a while, the girl said in a daze.
"Then … Wasn't I abandoned by God?"
"Don't think too highly of yourself. There are many people more unlucky than you. That's the fate of humans. God doesn't care about these things. Indeed, God once taught humans how to behave, how to distinguish between good and evil, right and wrong, and then? Humans have to learn to grow up, don't they? It's like how parents teach their children all kinds of knowledge and let them learn how to face the world, but when they grow up, they still have to leave their parents and go out on their own. "
Dusk shrugged.
"Of course it won't be smooth sailing during this period. If you're unlucky, you can't even drink cold water. So what? Are you going to blame your parents for letting you be independent every time you're unlucky? Are you planning to be a giant baby for the rest of your life? "
"But …"
"No buts."
The monk wanted to say more, but Dusk was too lazy to talk. She grabbed the monk's head and smashed it against the wall. Then, the monk's headless corpse rolled down the stairs.
"If you don't understand, think about it in your next life. Alright, Miss, you're the only one left now."
As she spoke, Dusk walked towards the girl again. The girl's eyes were hazy with tears, and her petite body trembled as she retreated.
"I don't want to. I don't want to die. I just want to live. What's the difference between humans and humans? Don't humans kill livestock to satisfy their desire to live? What's wrong with me wanting to live? Could it be that what I did was really wrong? Why, why must it be like this? "
"Haha."
Dusk had already walked up to the girl with her greatsword.
"You're right. You eat humans, perhaps it's the same as humans eating livestock, but … .you've overlooked one thing."
"Huh?"
"And that is …"
Dusk held Frostmourne in her hand and raised it high.
"Livestock don't have the ability to take revenge."
Following this sentence, a huge, black, sharp blade flew down. It cut through the girl's delicate skin, cut through her fragile bones, pierced her heart, and nailed the girl's petite and slender body to the ground. The girl raised her hands in despair and let out a shrill scream. Then, her soul was pulled out and sucked into Frostmourne.
Dusk pulled out the greatsword. The girl's body trembled slightly, and then there was no reaction.
"You see, as you said, this world is ruled by the law of the jungle. No one can escape."
Dusk raised Frostmourne and stared at the blade. In the blade of the pitch-black greatsword, illusory, blurry figures were twisting inside. They would experience eternal pain in this frozen prison. As ingredients for Frostmourne's "Soul Spa", they would be exhausted until the very last moment.
"The same goes for you, Miss Sand."
(End of Chapter)
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