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The shadowy figure quickly contracted downwards from above the person's head, eventually revealing a somewhat aged fox mask.
“Fox,” one of them finally recognized the creature from the recent news and uttered a single word.
Qingze's hands shot out like lightning, pressing down on the heads of the two people in front.
A blue magical light suddenly shone in his palm, like a flickering will-o'-the-wisp.
"puff!"
A soft but chilling thud came from inside the two skulls almost simultaneously.
Their heads were like watermelons stuffed with miniature bombs, instantly shattered into pieces.
Broken bone fragments and flesh, carried by the magical impact, rained down on the last person like a dense hail of bullets.
"Puff puff!"
The last henchman didn't even have time to react before his face and body were riddled with countless tiny bloody holes.
His eyes widened in utter terror as he fell straight backward, dying instantly.
The two headless corpses also fell to the ground one after the other, the warm blood gushing from their severed necks quickly spreading across the ground and staining it red.
This bloody and cruel scene completely shattered Konishi Jiro's psychological defenses, and his crotch was instantly soaked.
Move! Move now! Damn legs!
He screamed in despair, using all his strength to try to escape.
However, his feet seemed to be rooted to the ground, and no matter how much he struggled, they remained motionless.
He could only watch helplessly as the evil figure wearing the fox mask slowly raised his right hand, and that despairing blue light once again flowed through his palm.
No! Please!
Konishi Jiro's eyes were filled with pleading and fear.
But the hand of death was still mercilessly imprinted on his chest.
"puff."
Another soft sound, like a bubble being popped.
Konishi Jiro's chest exploded with a terrifying hole, his head fell off due to loss of cervical spine support, and his shattered internal organs and bones mixed with blood sprayed backward like splashed water, staining the wall behind him a shocking red.
The scarlet [Skull Leader] tag above his head writhed violently, eventually merging into a beam of red light that suddenly disappeared into Qingze's brow.
"what……"
Qingze let out a satisfied sigh.
Four warm currents flowed down from between the eyebrows, not into the limbs, but directly into the dantian.
It made him clearly feel that his total magical power had taken another step forward.
Once you reach the Bronze Knight stage, the boost from killing red-named enemies is primarily reflected in the increase of magic power.
According to his guess, once the magic power accumulates to a certain amount, one will break through to the next realm.
"I can't wait!"
Qingze murmured, squatted down, and a blue six-pointed star magic circle appeared in his right palm. He swept it across the corpse and bloodstains on the ground.
Wherever it passed, whether it was mangled corpses, splattered flesh and blood, or flowing blood, it was all wiped away as if by an invisible eraser, disappearing without a trace in an instant.
In just a few breaths, the street, which had just been filled with bloodshed and carnage, was clean again, as if nothing had happened.
"The secret storage is really convenient."
Qingze couldn't help but marvel once again at the practicality of this magic.
In the absence of witnesses, this near-"one-click cleanup" function allows him to carry out a perfect murder.
Because the most difficult part of killing someone is how to dispose of the body.
The secret vault provides an excellent space to hide a corpse.
Qingze remained crouching, his shadow casting a faint purple glow as a pentagram magic circle appeared and rotated.
A viscous black shadow surged out, engulfing him and pulling him into the shadows on the ground.
He leaped through the continuous shadows toward Gantong Temple.
……
Shinjuku, Kikui Town.
Gantong Temple was already closed to visitors at night.
But Qingze doesn't need to go through the door.
He rose silently, like a ghost emerging from the depths of water, in the narrow shadow cast by a cluster of tombstones.
The cool moonlight, like mercury, spilled over this tranquil cemetery, draping the rows of tombstones and stone towers in a pale silver veil.
In the distance, the roof of the main hall, which looked magnificent in the daytime, appeared particularly eerie in the night.
Qingze squatted down in front of a clean tombstone, gazing at the black and white photo on it that always had a stern face, and said softly, "Grandpa Shenyuan, I've come to see you."
He raised his right hand, and Konishi Jiro's head, with its wide-open eyes and lingering expression of terror, appeared out of thin air in his hand, which he gently placed in front of the grave.
"This is the murderer who directly killed your wife, daughters, and parents, along with the mastermind behind it all, Yuya Hamura. I'll send them all on their way."
If you haven't become a Buddha yet, you should be at peace now.
In the photo, Osamu Shinonome still has that same cold, unsmiling expression.
To be honest, this old man was by no means a warm and kind elder.
He was stubborn, taciturn, often staring blankly into the distance, and refused to accept anything new.
However, despite his many flaws, the kindness hidden beneath his cold exterior was enough to overshadow all his shortcomings.
For Qingze, who was an orphan before his transmigration, it was Shenyuan Xiu who made him truly experience the warmth of "home" for the first time and feel the kinship that, though not intense, truly existed.
But he left far too early; he's still not used to Qingze.
Sometimes, I subconsciously take two bowls out of the cupboard, only to suddenly realize that the person who used to sit silently across from me at the dining table is no longer there.
It's been four months since I left.
Qingze murmured in front of the grave for a while, talking about the trivial things that had happened recently, as if the old man was just listening silently as usual.
Finally, he put the head and the few drops of blood on the grass back into his second storage space.
He stood up, took one last look at the photo on the tombstone, then stepped back and disappeared into the shadows of the pine trees behind him.
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Chapter 79 Where Did I Lose?
Back at the Dongye apartment, Qingze stuffed the phone on the bed into his pocket.
He no longer wanted to search for those red-name tags, nor was he in the mood to delve into "War and Peace."
If all you want to do is rest, then naturally you should follow your heart and get some rest.
Qingze will never allow himself to become a slave to power, nor will he be dominated by force.
He cherishes freedom.
Of course, the freedom he wanted wasn't to do whatever he wanted, but rather to be able to choose not to do what he didn't want to do.
He opened the bedroom door.
The already hungry Big Yellow immediately pounced excitedly, its tail wagging like a propeller.
Qingze then realized that he had been so busy with his business that he hadn't prepared dinner for this person yet.
Of course, he didn't eat any either.
"Okay, just bear with it for now,"
Qingze gently nudged Dahuang aside with his foot, saying, "When I come back, I'll definitely bring you something delicious."
He stepped outside, quickly locked the door, and hurried down the stairs.
I straddled the black Honda Cub 110 motorcycle, put on my helmet, and inserted the key.
As he twisted the throttle, the engine roared and the motorcycle drove away from the parking lot.
He didn't want to eat dinner nearby.
I don't want to be alone either.
Fortunately, the moment he had this thought, someone immediately came to mind whom he could bother at any time.
In his view, simply having such a person was enough to surpass most people in the city of Tokyo.
……
Nine o'clock in the evening, at the Tsukishima residence.
Warm-toned lighting softly fills the living room, creating a cozy and comfortable atmosphere.
Chizuru Tsukishima was lounging on a large multi-seater sofa, wearing a face mask, chatting leisurely with a friend on her phone.
"Dudu."
A special message notification sounded.
She picked up her phone and saw that it was a message from Qingze:
"I'll wait for you downstairs."
"Okay, let's stop chatting now, I have something to do."
She immediately prepared to end the call with her friend.
"Hey? What urgent matter could you possibly have at this hour?"
"It was Qingze who contacted me."
As she spoke, Chizuru Tsukishima peeled off her face mask and got up from the sofa, taking off her close-fitting gym clothes as well.
A friend's exaggerated complaint came from the other end of the phone: "Hey! You're such a womanizer! I've been chatting with you for so long, and he just bewitched you with one sentence?"