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Chapter 155. The Old Man Jiang Jianxin
"Da da……"

Footsteps came from the dimly lit room, unhurried and slow.

A young man strolled out, a small windmill above his head spinning on its own without any wind.

The newborn teru teru bozu floated to his side, and thick beads of blood seeped out from under the white cloth, one drop, two drops—smashing to the ground and blooming into dark red flowers.

He reached out and stroked the doll's blood-soaked head, his fingertips warm to the touch, but a satisfied smile appeared on his face: "Good boy."

He had, of course, heard the girl in the blue dress's piercing cry of "Grandma!" The young man quickly suppressed his laughter, his narrow eyes narrowing slightly as his gaze swept across the hunched figure at the end of the passage like a blade.
In the dimly lit passage, there was little light, and one could only vaguely see the gray figure twisting at an eerie angle—its left shoulder was sunken, its right shoulder was abruptly raised, and its entire face was soaked in blood, even the undulations and furrows of its features were stained dark red.

His gray clothes were soaked with blood, which congealed into thick scabs at the hem. Every step he took left scarlet footprints on the floor.

The man's Adam's apple bobbed, and his nasal cavity was filled with the stench of rust and rotting flesh.

This doesn't look like an ordinary old man... it's clearly something that just crawled out of a pool of blood.

The thing was staring intently at him, and he could feel its icy gaze.

The young man looked relaxed. He adjusted the windmill above his head, making it spin faster, and smiled, saying:
"So there was an old man there."

"..."

Jiang Jianxin, the old man, stood there, his body somewhat stiff.

She never expected things to develop so unexpectedly, with no one able to predict the outcome.

—At the start, I randomly chose a landlord, and it turned out to be a fortune teller who actually had something real.

—And coincidentally, a client who wanted to commit murder came in, hoping that she would calculate an auspicious day.

These two things were already outrageous enough, but what's going on now?
After finally getting rid of the murderous client, I ended up playing the role of an old lady and accidentally stumbled into the scene of the murder.

She hadn't even managed to kill her main client, but he insisted on claiming kinship before he died, which is why she's now being targeted by the young man.

Feeling the young man's direct gaze, Jiang Jianxin stood there awkwardly, unsure whether to pretend she didn't see him or maintain her old lady persona and seek justice for her tragically deceased granddaughter.

【Huh... what happened?】

My intuition slowly came online at this point.

It had clearly missed a lot. After a moment of silence, and having sorted out the cause and effect, it sighed in its mind:
You're pretty composed... you've managed to stay calm even after all this.

Jiang Jianxin blinked but didn't say anything.

To be honest, when the white cloth came flying through the air, she didn't even have time to understand what was happening before she watched helplessly as the girl's head fell like a ripe fruit.

—A living person's neck was severed by the cloth, and before the splattered blood could fall to the ground, the head was already wrapped up like a teru teru bozu (a Japanese doll-shaped ornament), floating in mid-air dripping blood.

In such a scene, an ordinary person would probably be terrified.

But Jiang Jianxin just stood there.

From the crisp sound of the girl's throat breaking to the headless corpse falling at her feet; from the warm blood soaking the soles of her shoes to the young man's amused gaze.

The hunched old woman she portrayed remained completely still throughout, not even a ripple in the hem of her clothes trembled.

He was so composed, as if he had long been accustomed to life and death, yet also as if he didn't care about life and death at all.

Seeing the instinctive sigh that came to mind, Jiang Jianxin replied casually:

"I've already become a Sword Master, how could I possibly be so easily alarmed by something like this?"

Not to mention that the girl in the blue dress was clearly not a good person either. Her eyes were glowing red, so she was probably a monster from the dungeon. Killing someone at the start of the game and provoking a tough opponent was just bad luck for her.

Jiang Jianxin found the current situation troublesome.

The young man clearly thought she was the girl in the blue dress's grandmother and wanted to deal with her as well.

She was somewhat wary of the white cloth; it killed too quickly, and without a sword, it would be difficult to deal with. [Prepare for battle; he will kill you too.]

The moment his intuition exploded in his mind, a sinister smile crept onto the young man's lips.

“Swoosh—swoosh—”

Several white ribbons shot out from behind him, tearing through the night like vengeful spirits.

Two of them aimed straight for Jiang Jianxin's throat, accompanied by a piercing shriek, as if even the air itself was being torn apart.

Jiang Jianxin quickly stepped back, only to see the white cloth twist and turn in mid-air like a living snake—the fabric surged with eerie waves under the moonlight, so soft that it could slip into any crevice, yet it also carried a ruthless ferocity that could crush flesh and bone, relentlessly biting at her evasive trajectory.

"Whoosh-"

Jiang Jianxin moved swiftly through the narrow corridor, his afterimages almost forming a continuous blur.

But those white cloths, like a persistent, intractable disease, clung to it relentlessly.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead as she spoke to her intuition:
This is getting a bit bad; this thing isn't a sharp weapon, it's going to be tricky.

Intuition clearly believed in her abilities more than she did:
Don't worry, Sword Master, you will win.

"boom--"

As it spoke, a white cloth came hurtling towards her like a venomous dragon. In the instant Jiang Jianxin dodged to the side, the white cloth grazed her temple and pierced the wall behind her.

The entire concrete wall cracked instantly, and spiderweb-like fissures spread out in an instant, with cement debris falling in a flurry.

"Whoosh whoosh—"

The sound of something cutting through the air rang out one after another, and the white cloth came rushing in from all directions.

Jiang Jianxin's pupils contracted slightly—the corridor space was already cramped, and now it was even more fragmented by the fluttering white cloth.

If you continue to passively dodge like this, you'll eventually become prey trapped in your own cocoon.

She gritted her teeth and, after dodging a white cloth that was about to touch her face, suddenly sprang up.

"Om——"

As the afterimage flashed by, the air emitted a piercing shriek. Almost instantly, Jiang Jianxin broke through the white cloth encirclement and appeared before the young man. His fist, brimming with power, tore through the air, aiming straight for the opponent's throat—

"Wow!"

The expected cracking sound did not occur. Layers of white cloth wove together in front of the young man, and Jiang Jianxin's heavy punch felt like hitting a pile of cotton; all the force was swallowed up by the soft fabric.

"Crash-"

The paper windmill above the young man's head suddenly spun wildly, emitting a shrill, joyful sound in the deathly silence of the night. At the same time, the piercing shriek of a white cloth tearing through the air from behind was almost upon him—

Jiang Jianxin twisted and spun around in a flash.

The moment the fabric brushed against the back of her neck, the icy touch made the hairs on her neck stand on end.

The white cloth pierced the netting in front of her with a "swoosh" like a guillotine, only an inch away from her temple.

The flowing strands of hair were cut by the sharp wind and slowly drifted down onto the blood-stained ground.

Jiang Jianxin took several steps back, his back pressed against the mottled corridor wall.

Several white sheets unfurled like the receding tide, revealing the sinister face of the young man behind them.

He tilted his head, his smile full of malice:

"The old lady is quite old, but she's still very agile."