Taoist priest goes to America

Chapter 104 I've always hated you

Li An immediately issued a second command. Under the giant hand's tight grip, Qigu's torso and limbs began to deform, and his bones dislocated internally. In a very short time, his entire body transformed from a human form into a mass of tentacles.

Each tentacle's surface was frantically secreting a translucent mucus, which instantly coated the entire mechanical giant hand.

Lubricated by the slime, Chigur began to twist outwards, trying to slip out of the mechanical finger.

However, at the very moment the mucus was secreted, the giant hand sprayed out a pungent black liquid. The liquid shot out from the high-pressure nozzles on the mechanical fingers, drenching Chigurh completely.

While controlling the rampaging tentacle inside Ise Kibo's body, Li An, who was observing the battle situation with one eye, immediately realized that the liquid was gasoline!

At the same time, bursts of flame shot out from the mechanical fingers of the giant hand, the blue and orange flames carrying high temperatures, licking at Qigul.

The gasoline-soaked Chigurh exploded in flames instantly.

Orange-red flames, billowing with black smoke, shot skyward and exploded into a massive fireball in the palm of the giant hand. The flames engulfed all the tentacles, and gasoline burned on their surfaces, producing crackling sounds.

Chigur struggled violently in the fire, his burning tentacles stretching back and forth in the giant hand, but the giant hand's grip did not loosen at all; instead, it tightened even more, firmly fixing him in the flames.

Fujiwara Sakuya stood ten meters away, tilting his head, his white hair blowing backward in the heat of the flames.

Chigur was burning in agony in the giant palm, flames licking at every inch of his gasoline-soaked skin. His black fur was burned, curled, and charred, peeling off layer by layer in the flames to reveal the gray muscle fibers underneath.

Zombies fear two things most: lightning and fire.

Lightning can destroy the core of the corpse energy in an instant, while flames slowly burn away the corpse energy layer by layer, baking the zombie into an empty shell from the outside in. For a zombie, flames are a more painful way to die than lightning.

Just then, Li An had a sudden inspiration. Without hesitation, he immediately relayed the instructions.

Upon receiving the command, Chigur stopped struggling. Instead, it flipped all its burning tentacles inward, wrapping them around itself one by one.

The charred outer shell of the tentacles kept cracking as they tightened, revealing the flesh that was still regenerating underneath. But new tentacles immediately took their place, layer upon layer, wrapping themselves up into an airtight sphere, tightening more and more in the flames.

Fujiwara Sakuin raised an eyebrow.

He felt the thing in his palm shrinking; it was just a dying struggle, like a pill bug that had been stepped on and curled up into a ball.

He sneered, and his giant hand suddenly exerted force, pressing inward with all five fingers at the same time, trying to completely crush what was in his palm before the tentacles exploded.

It exploded like a crushed tomato, scorching flesh fragments, carbonized tentacle remnants, and scalding slime scattering in all directions, forming a dark red firework in the moonlight.

The fragments scattered like rain across the open ground within a few meters, rustling as they hit the withered grass. Several larger pieces hit the hood of the black Chevrolet, leaving a dark red bloodstain as they slid down.

Fujiwara Sakuin looked down at the small clump of charred flesh remaining in the giant hand. He casually squeezed his palm, crushing the remaining flesh and squeezing blood and juices from between his fingers, which then fell to the ground with a pattering sound.

He casually tossed the crumb on the ground, then turned and walked toward the black Chevrolet.

The enormous arm behind him began to slowly shrink, the metal skeleton folded and became smaller segment by segment, and the flesh and tissue shrank and contracted as if dehydrated.

Finally, the giant hand shrunk into a normal arm about the size of an average person's arm, covered with a layer of fleshy membrane, and retracted into the sleeve of the trench coat.

Scattered across the open ground were countless charred fragments of flesh and tentacle pieces. Among them, a palm-sized charred fragment lay in the withered grass, indistinguishable from the other fragments.

A night breeze blew by, and a thin crack suddenly appeared on the tentacle fragment. Then the entire fragment shattered, revealing the small Qiguer puppet inside.

"Damn, I almost got killed."

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Li An withdrew his gaze from the distance with his left eye and muttered a curse under his breath.

In his left eye's field of vision, Fujiwara Sakuin had already opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat of the black Chevrolet. His arm, which had shrunk back to its normal size, was resting on the steering wheel, and the flesh-and-blood rifle was casually tossed on the passenger seat.

The Chevrolet's engine emitted a deep roar, the headlights came on, and it slowly turned around, heading towards the abandoned factory where Ise Akibō was located.

Li An turned to look at Ise Kibo, who was still convulsing on the ground at his feet, and kicked him again.

"Fujiwara is here," Li An said, looking at Yuzuo.

Yuzu was squatting next to Ise Kibo, one hand supporting her knee, the other hand kneading a newly formed ball of lightning in her palm.

Upon hearing Li An's words, she abruptly raised her head, a hint of nervousness flashing in her eyes. Fujiwara Sakuin's organization ranked above hers; if he were to actually send her here, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Are you done yet? Hurry up! Retreat! If he comes, things will get really messy!"

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"It'll be quick," Li An said. The flesh parasites he had just injected into Ise Kibo's body were gnawing all the way up his spine. The parasites had already eaten their way from the lumbar vertebrae to the thoracic vertebrae and were now burrowing towards the cervical vertebrae.

Ise Kibo's body convulsed as the parasites gnawed at him, his limbs spasming uncontrollably, and his fingers dug deep bloody marks into the ground.

His black mist armor could no longer hold up; black plates peeled off his body piece by piece, falling to the ground and dissipating into wisps of black smoke.

"The parasites have already eaten up the spine and will devour it clean in no time. This guy's vitality is really tenacious; it's still struggling even with the spinal cord being eaten up to its chest."

"What about you over there?" Li An asked. He stretched out a foot and stepped on Ise Kibo's lower back, pinning him to the ground to prevent him from moving around before the insects reached his vital spots.

Yuzu tossed the ball of lightning she had kneaded in her palm up and down, the blue and white sparks dancing back and forth in her hand, making her loli-like face flash.

"I'm all set. I'm just waiting for your worm to finish eating your spine before I blow his head off."

Li An glanced at the ball of lightning in her hand. The memory of his face being charred black by friendly fire was still vivid in his mind.

"Won't you accidentally hurt me again this time?"

Yuzu rolled her eyes, held up the ball lightning in front of him and waved it around, as if she were showing off a product that had passed quality inspection.

"Don't worry, this time it's all fired downwards from one point. If it hits you, I'll eat this ball lightning myself!"

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"No----"

A weak voice came from beneath their feet.

Ise Kibo managed to utter those words with all his might; his regenerative abilities were pushed to their limit. Each time the parasite gnawed through a vertebra, his entire body would twitch.

The gnawed spine aggravated the severed nerves, causing his upper body to spring up violently, only to be pushed back down by excruciating pain, crashing heavily to the ground.

"Yuzuo—wake up and save me!" His voice came from under the demon mask, trembling so much that he couldn't speak coherently.

"I am Ise! The person you grew up with—your childhood friend, don't kill me—don't kill me," tears welled up from the demon mask on his face.

That mask was already hideous, with a blue face and fangs, full of ferocity; it was the most ferocious kind of design in the paintings of ghosts and gods.

But now, tears kept seeping from the mask, and the entire mask was soaked with his tears.

I've always liked you—

Despite his fierce and menacing face, the eyes behind the mask held an unyielding sorrow, like a heartbroken fool betrayed by his beloved.

Yuzu looked down at him without saying a word.

"Alright." Li An's calm voice rang out, announcing Ise Kibo's death sentence. "The worm has finished eating the spine; we can wrap things up now."

Yuzuo, expressionless, stepped on Ise Kibo's back, leaned down, and slowly brought her face close to the top of his head.

Do you know?

Her voice suddenly turned cold, devoid of any emotion.

I've always hated you.

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