Superman's End Manual

After a while, he gently knocked on the door and whispered, "Sis, are you alright?"

"Don't come in."

"I just wanted to know, is something wrong?" Ke Yongzhu sighed.

“Many people have been hurt because of me, and my brother will get hurt too, so don’t come near me,” the girl in the room said.

"What are you talking about? It seems something's happened outside. Let's go find our older brother and the others..."

"I'm going to find Third Brother. You stay at home."

"How could I possibly leave you alone..."

Ke Yongzhu stopped mid-sentence. He could sense that Bai Ziling was no longer in the room, so he fell silent and turned the doorknob. The door creaked open.

The window was open, and the white curtains, soaked by the rain, swayed in the foul wind.

Ke Yongzhu was silent for two seconds, then put her hands into the pockets of her jumpsuit, walked quickly forward, and with a light leap, she stepped onto the windowsill and fell downwards, her hair being whipped by the wind and rain.

Immediately, Ke Yongzhu stepped onto the air conditioner unit on the fifth floor, avoiding the gazes of the residents who were shouting and yelling in the stairwell, and lightly leaped between the floors.

After a while, he landed on his feet in an empty alley.

He walked forward casually, hands in his pockets, following the scent left by Bai Ziling, glancing around, "Where did Third Sister go..."

Suddenly, from the alley's exit, a series of ferocious figures stiffly turned their heads, staring at Ke Yongzhu's figure. Their backs blocked the light, casting long shadows that covered the ground.

"Kneel down..."

As Ke Yongzhu walked forward, he casually gave orders.

As he raised his face, his pupils gleamed with a dark gold color, and the puppets in front of him immediately knelt down on the ground with a thud.

Immediately afterward, he casually transformed his right arm into a dragon, covering it with gauntlet-like scales. Then, he extended a dragon claw diagonally backward. In a flash, a group of puppets attacking from behind were sent flying several meters by his claw.

Because he had heard on television that these puppets were ordinary people who had been victimized, he stopped using his powers.

Otherwise, he would crush the skulls of those puppets in an instant.

Suddenly, Ke Yongzhu heard a noise coming from not far away, so he sniffed and murmured, "It's my sister's scent..." He quickly walked over from among the kneeling puppets.

After navigating several streets, I looked up.

Ke Yongzhu's pupils contracted slightly.

A white-haired girl was pinned to an advertising billboard by an arrow. Flames raged around her. Her mouth was slightly open, but no sound came out. Strands of her snow-white hair were stained crimson, and blood flowed from her empty pupils.

At this moment, four figures stood in front of her.

“Folinks, this is the dragon we talked about last time.”

Strolling on horseback, Stroll glanced at Ke Yongzhu from the side and said.

"A dragon?" Flinx drew the greatsword from his back, held it in his hand, and murmured softly, "This child is indeed extraordinary."

Sterling looked away and said, "There's no need to fight to the bitter end. Once I take her heart, we'll leave."

Howard blew on the muzzle of his gun and said, "Aren't you going to teach this family a lesson before you leave?"

Strowl said, "No, I released this nuclear bomb to distract them. One must know one's place, Howard."

“I think you’re overestimating them,” Howard said.

"Let's finish this quickly," Link said.

Ke Yongzhu was stunned for a moment, then his face slowly darkened, as if black water could seep out. He gently bit his lip, and blood was about to flow from it.

"You sons of bitches... I'm going to kill you all!"

He roared in a deep voice, his voice echoing through the street like the tolling of a bronze bell.

It then shed its clothes and charged forward, its body rapidly transforming into a dragon. Layers of scales emerged from its pores, covering every inch of its skin. Its claws extended wildly, carving two dark furrows in the ground. Its jaws were covered with hard, iron-like metal, like a ferocious helmet.

Flinx showed no fear, charging forward with his greatsword. His two-meter-tall frame and iron-black skin made him look like a giant cast in steel, as he met the dragon's claws head-on.

Rainwater, mixed with blood, swirled and danced like a blizzard. The earth trembled violently, the claws of the calamity dragon seemed to shatter, and dark blood flowed from the palm of its hand, which was pressed against the giant sword.

“I’ve already said it, Flinx is the strongest,” Strom said calmly.

"you do not say."

As he spoke, Howard raised his silver spear and pulled the trigger, aiming it at the dragon's head.

The bullet, crackling with deep blue flames, hurtled out, and the dragon exhaled a breath of fire, igniting it in mid-air. Amidst the swirling, trembling rain, both the dragon and Flinx were thrown several meters by the force of the bullet.

"Get out of my way!"

The dragon roared, its crimson pupils reflecting the girl's ever-resurrecting body. She screamed silently beneath the gray-black sky, blood streaming from her eyes onto her naked body, instantly vanishing in the flames.

Immediately afterward, Link, wearing a green raincoat, was about to nock an arrow and pull back the bowstring.

Suddenly, a figure dressed in ninja attire burst forth from the shadows on the flat ground.

His figure pierced the rain, his eyes cold as knives. The turbulent shadow sword in his hand slashed diagonally, aimed directly at Link's neck.

But Link leaned slightly forward, pushed off the ground, and sprang away like a blur, her face grazing the shadow sword and leaving a bloody mark. At the same time, she drew her bowstring in mid-air and fired an arrow at Ke Xiaomo.

The arrow, gleaming with a deep crimson hue, was covered in blood the moment it was released. This arrow was forged from the blood of the progenitor of the vampires, and when it was fired, it would be enveloped in the hardened blood of the progenitor.

Ke Xiaomo reacted quickly, flipping his Shadow Sword and using the blade to block the arrow.

Immediately, under the impact of that blood arrow, the Shadow Sword trembled violently like a tidal wave.

His body was blasted dozens of meters through the air. But just as he was about to crash into a tall building, wing-shaped shadows slowly extended from the ninja's shoulder blades.

While resisting the immense force of the arrow, Ke Xiaomo vibrated the shadow wings on his back, propelling his body upwards like lightning. The arrow swept past his feet, parting the rain within a five-meter radius, and pierced through four or five tall buildings without resistance before coming to a stop.

At the same time, Link pulled a dagger dripping with blood from his waist.

Ke Xiaomo frowned slightly, staring intently through the ninja mask at Stroll, who was slowly approaching Bai Ziling. Just as she was about to disappear into the shadows beneath her feet, another blood arrow shot out with unstoppable force.

“It’s that ninja from before,” Howard said, pulling on his riding crop.

“Give it to Link,” Stroll said. “Her strength is at a disadvantage, but her reflexes are no less than that ninja’s. Besides, she has two weapons forged with the blood of the progenitors.”

As she spoke, she dismounted from the horse and stepped onto the rain-soaked ground. "It feels so much better to walk on my own two feet. I've always pretended to be disabled to hide my identity."

“That’s why they can’t find you,” Howard said. “Our little liar is so clever.”

Strolled toward the white-haired girl nailed to the billboard, slowly raised a dagger, and made a cut in her naked skin.

“I won’t say I had no choice,” Stroll said, lifting the girl’s chin. “But I hope you won’t resent me.” As she spoke, she leaned close to the girl’s ear and suddenly thrust the dagger in her hand.

The next moment, a gash was ripped open in the girl's chest. Amidst the gushing blood, her beating heart was faintly visible.

As the flames burned, Bai Ziling's consciousness gradually blurred. In her closing vision, she saw the hand reaching towards her body.

Raindrops fell from the sky, pattering on her hair.

Bai Ziling's snow-white hair was wet with rain.

She closed her eyes and had a dream.

I felt the same way back then.

Liquid from a bucket splashed down from the classroom ceiling, splattering onto her hair.

Bai Ziling's deliberately short, snow-white hair was soaked by the rain.

She crouched in the corner of the classroom, hugging her knees, looking down at the picture book on the floor through her wet hair. It had a picture of a little rabbit that her brother had drawn for her.

My brother said that rabbits also have white hair and red eyes. Rabbits are very cute, and many people like rabbits, so it's not surprising that she has people who like her.

"Brother, you're lying..." Bai Ziling said softly, looking at the rabbit that was wet with water droplets.

"What are you saying?" one of the children said. "Aren't you mute? I've never heard you speak before."

She picked up the picture book, held it in her arms, and looked up through her hair.

What came into view were several unfriendly faces. Their smiling eyes looked down at her, as if scrutinizing some foreign object.

"Freak."

"Let's beat up the foreigners."

"I hate foreigners the most."

Amidst their voices, the girl picked up her open schoolbag. Before their eyes, she carefully put her textbooks back into the bag, one by one. Then, she stumbled to her feet, clutching her schoolbag, and walked out of the classroom.

As soon as she stepped out of the classroom, a child took her schoolbag, snatched the picture book from her arms, and threw it into the pond.

The girl paused for a moment, then walked closer to the pond. She crouched down, letting her shoes get soaked, and stared at the sketchbook. Her red eyes were fixed on the rabbit on the page.

The rabbit's red eyes were also wet with pool water, making them blurry and as if it were crying.

Under the gaze of many people, the petite girl looked at the sketchbook in the pond and stared at the rabbit.

“Brother…you’re lying,” she whispered.

One child said she had finally gone mad, talking to herself while looking at her sketchbook; another child threw her a new sketchbook, hitting her on the head, and said, "Here's a new one for you."

The white-haired girl squatted in the pond, her chubby face buried in her knees. Her red eyes were fixed on the sketchbook in the pond, on the lonely rabbit.

She couldn't tell whether she was crying or the rabbit was crying.

The rabbit's smile was so blurry. Was it because it was wet with water, or because there was water in her eyes?

She thought so.