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Chapter 163. Duke of Chu, Chu Zhibai

Jiang Jianxin stared at the paper bridge spread out before him and fell silent.

She never dreamed that the roll of toilet paper she carried with her to the toilet would one day be used to build a bridge.

The crisscrossing strips of paper laid out a trembling path, and the long, stretched toilet paper unfurled in the wind into a long, floating bridge, each fold radiating a fragile, soft light.

The little paper figure in the suit was still standing there, bowing slightly, with one small, short hand outstretched.

The girl across the street stood at the window, her dark eyes looking at her calmly.

Jiang Jianxin had never seen such a calm gaze before, devoid of sharpness or oppression, yet it inexplicably reminded her of the deep sea—calm on the surface, but turbulent beneath.

The girl didn't exude any pressure, but this unusual calmness was even more unsettling, like the air frozen before a storm, silently revealing an unfathomable power.

Jiang Jianxin stared into her eyes, asking his intuition:

Is this person safe to communicate with?

My gut feeling was bad, so I went offline again.

With no one responding to his silent thoughts, Jiang Jianxin could only ponder them on his own.

She wasn't sure if the girl meant well, but the paper airplane that hadn't been pointed at her and had been flying backwards had left a deep impression on her.

Small details in handling things often reveal a person's attitude. The act of flying the paper airplane backwards is very polite and respectful.

Regardless of whether the girl in the building was dangerous or not, at least she maintained a gentle and harmless image in front of Jiang Jianxin.

The latter hesitated for a moment, but still stretched out one foot and tentatively stepped onto the bridge made of toilet paper.

The paper bridge looked soft and weak, as if it could be pierced with a single step—but when you actually stepped on it, you could feel the resilient strength contained within the paper.

It steadily supported Jiang Jianxin's shoes, and judging from the feel underfoot, this bridge was indeed sturdy enough to walk on.

"Wow—"

As her entire weight slowly pressed down, the paper bridge made a soft rustling sound.

The bridge surface, which had been swaying in the wind, gradually straightened, and each layer of overlapping paper gleamed with a cold, metallic sheen.

Jiang Jianxin was surprised to find that after stepping on it, the seemingly soft paper bridge was more stable than concrete—she could clearly feel the unique softness of toilet paper on the soles of her shoes, but could not find any signs of sinking.

The paper figure in the suit withdrew its hand and sat on the paper airplane.

The suspended paper airplane maintained its tail pointing towards her, keeping a distance of about a meter, a distance that didn't feel offensive.

Jiang Jianxin followed the paper airplane across the bridge and arrived at the window of the building opposite.

The gloomy girl standing by the window stepped back to make room for Jiang Jianxin to jump in from outside.

"pat-"

Jiang Jianxin leaped lightly into the room, the paper bridge extending behind him swirling back with a thud. The pristine white sheets of paper gathered together like a receding tide, tracing smooth arcs in the air.

Most of the paper rolls obediently rolled back to the windowsill and lined up, but one particularly thick roll was different—it bounced around like a playful little animal, finally landing lightly on the girl's shoulder, affectionately nuzzling her neck, and then quietly lying there motionless.

Noticing that Jiang Jianxin was staring intently at the scroll, the gloomy girl touched it and slowly said:

"This is my weapon."

Her voice was unique, hoarse with a melancholic quality.

Jiang Jianxin exclaimed "Ah!"

"Toilet paper as...weapons?"

The girl nodded calmly. Jiang Jianxin scratched his head and chuckled dryly:

"pretty good."

The girl's toilet paper weapon really looked like the kind used in toilets.

Jiang Jianxin thought that if she went into battle with a roll of toilet paper in her hand, the enemy would think that she had diarrhea at the last minute and would not expect that it was her weapon—it would be quite unexpected.

The girl looked at him quietly, unaware of Jiang Jianxin's thoughts, and simply extended her hand, saying:
"I know you can't remember, so let's get to know each other again."

"My name is Chu Zhibai, and my title is Duke of Chu."

Jiang Jianxin was slightly taken aback.

—Duke of Chu?

The name sounds very classical, but the key point is that this is the apocalypse, so calling someone a "Duke" is too strange.

What exactly are this girl's abilities, and why does she have such a title?
Jiang Jianxin suppressed his doubts, first shaking the girl's hand, and then politely introducing himself:
"My name is Jiang Jianxin, and my title is [Sword Master]."

She paused after releasing the girl's hand, about to say something, when Chu Zhibai spoke calmly:
"I know what you want to ask."

“My name is Duke of Chu because my attack method is related to paper, and ‘Duke of Chu’ was a name used to describe paper in ancient times.”

Jiang Jianxin had considered many possible origins of this title, but he never expected the reason to be so simple and straightforward.

The girl's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile: "Although it's straightforward, it is indeed a majestic title."

The other person's expression suddenly became dazed, and ripples appeared in their dark eyes: "You said the same thing to me ten years ago."

Jiang Jianxin was taken aback at first, then smiled and teased, "This is a heartfelt sentiment—"

She deliberately dragged out her words and teased, "That line from ten years ago, that guy must have plagiarized it from me."

The prophet can see the long future, and theoretically, she can quote future events in the present.

Chu Zhibai didn't speak. She wanted to smile, but she couldn't get the muscles at the corners of her mouth to move, so she had no choice but to give up.

Jiang Jianxin looked at the sage in front of her. Her face was always covered with a faint gloom, but there was no sense of gloom.

She asked:
Did you see me by chance?

Chu Zhibai's sudden intervention helped her resolve the teru teru bozu's predicament, and she didn't know how this person had discovered her on the air conditioner's outdoor unit.

Chu Zhibai shook his head and said:
“I knew you would come here, so I’ve been sending paper figures to patrol outside, and that’s how I finally met you today.”

"...but I didn't expect to see you arguing with Masaharu Kondo's teru teru bozu."

Jiang Jianxin caught a glimpse of an unfamiliar name and asked:

"Kondo Masaharu? That's the name of the owner of that teru teru bozu doll?"

She had already fought with the Sunny Doll youth. The latter knew her name and status, but the former had never known anything about him.

Jiang Jianxin never expected that the first time he heard that person's name would be from Chu Zhibai, whom he had just met.

"Yes, Masaharu Kondo, the father of Teru Teru Bozu, was most skilled at killing people with white cloths and cutting off their heads to make Teru Teru Bozu dolls for his own use."

Chu Zhibai explained to her, her tone indifferent, without any restraint, only coldness.

“Kondo Masaharu is ruthless and kills without hesitation. His Teru Teru Bozu is also very strange—seeing you locked in a stalemate with that thing, I simply took action.”

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