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Chapter 107 The atmosphere in the city was extremely lively.

"Shax, you stay here! It's not worth revealing information so early on. I'll take care of things here!"

Wu He hurriedly took off his coat and ran out the door. He pressed the barrel of his sniper rifle, signaling the gunman not to make any rash moves. This action slightly displeased Shakes. He carried his gun up the stairs to the roof and heard the scraping sound of the elevator going down.

“Still taking the elevator…” He lit a cigarette for himself. “What’s there to hide?”

Inside the elevator, Wu He anxiously pressed the button for the first floor. Jumping directly from the building would have been a more efficient option, but the current situation—his identity as a "talisman master"—prevented him from doing so. If he had arrived half an hour earlier, he would have decisively chosen to retreat, but the enemy had chosen to attack right when the magic circle was completed.

The core "Blood Seal Talisman" wasn't something that could be easily moved, nor could its materials be taken at will. He didn't want to lose a level-three talisman on the very first day of the operation!
*Ding-dong.* Before the elevator doors even opened, he felt a bone-chilling cold. The moment the iron doors separated, shards of ice flew in, the frozen ice blooming like flowers. Wu He flung out a burning talisman; the intense heat from the burning vaporized the ice into mist. He rolled away to dodge the pursuing ice fragments, and through the swirling white mist, a disheveled, blue-skinned man stood in the center of the lobby.

"Sadness...tears are streaming down my face..." the man slurred. "Before we could even talk, life slipped away so easily. I wanted to feel the warmth of people, but it was all washed away by cold tears...Oh...why...why...!!!"

He frantically scratched his scalp, his fingernails leaving bloody marks on his face, the blood turning into crimson ice flowers as soon as it flowed out. In his left hand, he clutched a frozen rat, the poor thing already crushed in two by his excessive grip. He pressed the gruesome corpse against his face, not striking it for a moment, but instead weeping hysterically like a child.

A typical Supreme Path psychopath, and coincidentally, the most sensitive one at that, Turbid Tears. Wu He clicked his tongue inwardly, but outwardly raised his hands in a reassuring manner: "Visitor. I don't know why you've come here, but we have no grudges against each other, and there are civilians living around here. You are also a dignified Turbid Tears of Point 3, there's no reason for you to start a war here!"

"Enmity? You mean enmity?" The frozen man sobbed repeatedly. "Ah, whose fault is this misfortune? I had everything under control, I could have rested, but then warmth came to my side—your rat! Your eyes and ears! And then another life was lost! Dead!"

He scratched himself harder and harder, blood freezing on his face: "Why! Why provoke me with such a fragile life!! Why make me feel sad!!"

A constant buzzing sound, like an electrical malfunction, spread throughout the room. Wu He's face was even more ashen than his tears. He clutched a talisman in his palm: "I apologize for the interference from the reconnaissance equipment—"

"It's all your fault..." the frozen man suddenly looked up and roared, "It's your fault!!!"

Frost crystals assaulted the field of vision, climbing along the walls and up to the ceiling, erupting like mountains with the man's roar! Dozens of ice peaks suddenly formed, like the teeth of an ice monster, destroying the entire hall. The chill expanded with the movement of the ice peaks, freezing everything torn apart into ice.

In an instant, the hotel lobby vanished, leaving only jagged ice crystals extending along the corridors and stairwells, attempting to encase the entire building in ice. The ice figure, trembling, pointed a finger at Wu He, frozen within a massive block of ice: "See? Dead. It's your fault. Why did you hurt me? Why—"

boom!
Crimson flames surged from the ground, the intense heat from which melted the ice into murky water. Wu He stepped out of the puddles; his physique was more robust than he appeared, showing no signs of frostbite even after being encased in ice at -70 degrees Celsius. He crushed the talisman in his hand, its graphite-like color spreading from his palm to the center, covering his somber face.

"Go back to the sewers and cry, you piece of trashy giant baby!"

The steel-enhanced punch crushed the Iceman's nose, and Wu He's punch sent the Iceman flying, smashing through three buildings and heading towards the center of Golden Leaf City!

·
A small coffee shop in downtown Jinye.

The freshly baked apple pie emitted an enticing aroma. Vansalal thanked the waiter and began to carefully cut it with a knife and fork. The waitress smiled in return and served each of the three guests a hot coffee, black tea, and a blueberry milkshake.

This table had the strangest customers the shop had served in recent years. The man eating apple pie was enthusiastic and humorous, but he had sharp teeth and a long tongue, making him look like a monster. The priest drinking coffee looked very upright, but his face looked like a bitter gourd. The boy ordering milkshake was elegant and dressed in a well-fitting suit, looking exactly like an immature nobleman.

The mere sight of these three together seemed odd. The waitress guessed that the priest might be the child's godfather, forced to look after the young master who was hanging out with his cronies.

"Hehe!" Vansalal let out a wailing laugh. "Want to know what that little girl is thinking, Olek?"

The little boy Olek—a spirit clone of a certain important person who had been specially summoned—frowned as he drank his milkshake.

“I’ll tell you what I’m thinking,” he said. “I’m thinking about how you would react if I wiped out this entire Dust Island.”

“I would say you have no class, you little piece of trash.” Vansalar raised his middle finger.

“Not you.” Olek shook his finger. “I asked this young monk. What do you think, Bernfar? Isn’t it interesting to sit at the same table as the Great Demon and the Nightmare King?”

“Servants of the gods find no pleasure,” Bernfar said solemnly. “Unless guided by fate, we do not interfere with the actions of the living in principle. Whether you choose to kill or stand by makes no difference to us.”

“Utterly boring.” Olek yawned. “Wow, I haven’t met anyone more boring than Vansalal in ages. You’ll definitely get promoted soon. When you become a deacon, give me a heads-up, and I’ll send you a demon to help you out.”

Please allow me to decline your kind offer.

Vansalal tapped his plate with his fork, his face full of impatience: "You came here just to associate with your trashy kind?"

"Don't be in such a hurry, the show you've been waiting for is about to begin..." Olek stuck a finger into his ear. "Comedy? Tragedy?" "The atmosphere is too dull, let's liven things up!"

"as you wish."

The little boy, Olek, pulled a gray chain from his ear. He slowly moved his fingers, pulling out the iron chain, which was stained with brains, blood, and bone fragments, like a prison guard preparing the prisoner's shackles.

The scene was certainly bizarre, but no one in the café noticed anything unusual. It wasn't until the iron chain hit the ground with a loud thud that the other customers began to look around in surprise.

Vansalar was overjoyed, and Olek held the chains in his palm.

"Please enjoy, an unfortunate chain."

·
TTT Convenience Hotel, East of Kinyo City.

Chu Hengkong rubbed the back of his neck and looked towards the hotel entrance. Only Ji Huaisu was looking at a travel brochure by the revolving door. She turned her head warily: "You couldn't hold back after only a short while? Need my help?"

"..."

Everyone in the lobby, from the receptionist to the doorman, cast strange glances at him. Chu Hengkong sighed deeply and put down a bead: "It's not what you think... I'd appreciate a double room."

"Oh, a double room, right?" The receptionist blushed slightly.

"Twin room, by the window."

The young woman's eyes grew even more enigmatic, revealing a genuine curiosity that seemed to ask, "What kind of fun are they going to try?" She forcefully suppressed her probing instincts, relying on her professional ethics, and handed over the room key: "Thank you for checking in. We wish you a pleasant vacation... Ah!"

She gasped softly, then awkwardly pulled the room key back, saying, "I'm so sorry! The city's security situation has been poor lately, so please go through security first..."

Seeing the security guard approach, Chu Hengkong nodded: "Okay. What happened?"

"To be honest... the city's police department turned into an iceberg yesterday..." The young woman looked utterly desperate, as if she were saying, "Why did I have to do this damn job?" "This morning, the city government delivered detection equipment, requiring guests to have dangerous items checked before checking in..."

She glanced at the conspicuous white gun and said weakly, "You... it's fine if you don't want to..."

"It's okay, I'll go first."

"The equipment is quite large, please come this way."

The younger sister breathed a sigh of relief and led Chu Hengkong down the corridor. They entered through an iron gate in the middle of the corridor and passed through a storage room that was clearly cleaned up that morning. The hotel staff were very polite.

"Have we arrived yet?" "Please wait a moment."

At the far end of the storage room was another small door, leading to a corridor. On the wall hung a promotional poster for Golden Leaf City, depicting magical scholars building a city on a wasteland haunted by countless ghosts. The poster looked freshly arrived, a testament to the host's diligence and responsibility.

"Have we arrived yet?" "Please wait a moment."

At the end of the corridor was another door, leading directly to a small alley behind the hotel. A faint smell of trash lingered in the air, but there were no garbage bags; the staff had cleaned it up beforehand—a commendable display of professionalism.

"Walk a little further?" Chu Hengkong shook his head. "I'm so sorry, we've arrived." The younger sister apologized repeatedly. There was nothing at the end of the alley. She stopped and turned her back to Chu Hengkong.

This is your death trap!

Light danced like threads, grazing the assassin's vision. Two slender fingers plunged straight for Chu Hengkong's eyes, their tips emitting a light like an incandescent bulb. Chu Hengkong tilted his head slightly, dodging the thrust. The gun barrel on his back spun, the blade reversing to block the dark, night-like blade.

He flicked his finger, and an invisible energy blast shot towards the receptionist's back, only piercing her clothes. She then swiftly removed her waitress disguise, the torn pink fabric scattering like cherry blossoms, revealing a girl wielding two swords standing atop the wall!
"You mere heretics, daring to disguise yourselves as humans!" The twin-sword-wielding girl's killing intent was palpable. "Questions are useless; heretics, be slain!"

(End of this chapter)