Taoist priest goes to America

The samurai sword sliced ​​Li An in two, and the severed upper body slowly slid down from the lower body, landing with two thuds.

But the feel was off. Asakura Yuo felt it when the blade cut in; there was no resistance from bones or muscles.

The blade sliced ​​through something hollow, like cutting open an inflatable bladder. The "Ang Lee" suit, cleaved in two, split open in mid-air, the two dark red halves of armor flying in different directions and crashing onto the carpet.

The inside of the shell was empty; there was nothing inside. It was just an empty shell of flesh and blood.

The real Ang Lee is gone.

Asakura Yuo stood still, the electric light on the blade gradually fading, revealing the gleaming silver katana beneath.

Her gaze swept over the two empty shells, then over the water curtain that filled the room and the scattered cotton.

The water curtain was still pouring down, making the whole room feel like it was being soaked in a continuous downpour.

The pillow was just a decoy. He threw the pillow at her to block her view, using the splitting of flesh and blood to create an empty shell of flesh and blood to continue charging towards her. Meanwhile, he took advantage of the double cover of the water curtain and the pillow to escape and disappear from the room.

"Oh... interesting." Asakura Yuo looked around, her voice carrying an undisguised pleasure.

She slung her katana over her shoulder, tilted her head, and her soaking wet mullet-shaped head flicked out a string of water droplets that stuck to her chubby cheeks.

The fire sprinklers continued to spray water, turning the entire room into a blurry space with a curtain of water. Her gaze swept across every corner of the room.

"Want to play hide-and-seek with me?" She took the knife off her shoulder, the tip pointing to the ground, and the electric arc on the blade lit up again, humming.

Yourao's lips curled up even higher, and a predator's smile appeared on her pure and lovely face, completely incongruous with her appearance.

"Okay." She took a step forward through the puddles, her boots making a crisp splashing sound. "I'm really good at hide-and-seek."

Yuzu's round eyes scanned every corner of the room: the wardrobe, under the bed, and the half-open bathroom door.

She pulled her phone from her waist; the screen was slightly smudged from the water. She expertly opened her contacts and dialed a number. The call connected, and she spoke in an extremely soft and sweet voice:

"Moshi Moshi? Yes, it's me."

As she spoke, she brushed the wet hair clinging to her cheeks with her fingers, tucking it behind her ears to reveal her baby-faced features, glistening with water.

"Let me play on the 18th floor a little longer, I haven't finished dealing with this yet—it's okay, it's not a big deal, it's just that the target was a bit more interesting than I expected, and it took me a little time."

"Yes, I know, it won't be long."

Just as Yuzu was about to turn around and continue the search, a violent roar suddenly came from behind her.

Doyle sprang up from the shattered wardrobe, its body still smoking, its clothes charred and torn by the electric arc, half of its face stripped of skin by the current, revealing the grayish-white zombie muscles beneath, but its eyes regained their dark red light.

It opened its mouth, revealing sharp teeth, and pounced on Yuzu's back like a cannonball, its five fingers extending sharp claws to aim for the back of her neck.

Yuzu didn't turn around, nor did she even move her feet. She simply raised her free hand behind her, her five fingers forming a claw, and precisely caught Doyle's face as he lunged at her.

Her hand gripped the upper half of his face, her fingertips digging into his charred forehead, firmly stopping his lunge. Doyle's feet kicked twice on the wet carpet, but his upper body was held firmly in place by Yuzu's hand, remaining completely still.

A thick, silvery-white bolt of lightning burst forth from her palm and poured directly into Doyle's skull.

"Sizzle—"

Doyle's head suddenly flashed with a blinding white light, then exploded with a "bang." Charred fragments scattered everywhere, and the talisman on its forehead instantly turned to ashes in the lightning, transforming into a wisp of black smoke.

Doyle's struggles with his limbs came to an abrupt halt, a large cloud of black smoke billowed from his head, and then he fell straight into the puddle like a puppet with its strings cut, making a heavy "thud," and never moved again.

Yuzuo withdrew her hand, a few wisps of electricity still flickering in her palm. She glanced down at the now completely silent Doyle on the ground, then turned to report to the person on the other end of the phone who hadn't hung up:

"The faint bio-electric current on that person is still inside the house; they haven't escaped." She casually wiped the black ash from her left hand on her soaked clothes.

"The ability is suspected to be... manipulating flesh and corpses, and these corpses are very strong. I was serious about blowing off their heads with that shot just now, but it only charred them."

She gently nudged Doyle's remaining torso with the tip of her boot. A thoughtful expression, tinged with surprise and displeasure, appeared on the young girl's face. "Pretty sturdy."

"But in the end, it's still just a moving corpse."

Yuzu hung up the phone, put it away, and then gripped the katana tightly again. She raised the sword high above her head, and lightning rapidly gathered on the blade, so bright it shone blindingly, illuminating the entire room with flickering light. She then slashed down at the large bed in the center of the room.

The mattress was torn in two the instant it came into contact with the lightning. As it was charred by the electric current, it exploded to both sides, splitting the entire bed in two. The two halves slid to opposite sides of the room and slammed against the wall with a loud bang.

Fragments of the bed sheet floated in the air, were soaked by the water jets, and then fell back to the ground, covering the broken bed frame.

There was nothing under the bed.

Yuzu wasn't annoyed. After cleaving the bed in two with her sword, she turned halfway around, the lightning on her sword leaving a dazzling afterimage in the air, and then swung her sword back at the wardrobe next to the room.

Doyle had already smashed a big hole in that wardrobe, and the door was hanging crookedly on it.

Lightning flashed and sliced ​​it in half diagonally. The upper half of the wardrobe slowly slid down and crashed to the ground, shattering into a pile of wooden planks. The lower half remained standing, with clothes hangers and bathrobes scattered all over the floor.

There was no one in the closet.

"Since that's the case—" Yuzu's lips curled up slightly, like a hide-and-seek game that had gotten boring. She gripped the knife handle with one hand, twisted her wrist again, pointed the tip of the knife towards the bathroom, and then swung it sharply.

The electricity accumulated on the blade detached from the edge and flew out, condensing into a thick electric dragon in mid-air.

The electric dragon's form was not detailed; it was just a twisted, silvery-white, long strip of energy. However, the sound it made when it flew across the room was terrifying enough. The air was ionized and emitted a piercing crackling sound, the water curtain was evaporated into puffs of white steam by the electric arc, and a charred mark was burned on the carpet along its path.

The electric dragon crashed into the bathroom and then exploded. The force of the explosion blew the entire bathroom door and the surrounding walls away.

Fragments of bricks and plasterboard flew in all directions, creating a series of loud thuds. Dust poured out from the blasted gaps, quickly suppressed by the water jets from the fire sprinklers, mixing with water to form gray mud that flowed down the base of the wall.

The scene inside the bathroom revealed after the blasted hole showed only a sink, toilet, broken glass, and puddles. Dust and bricks were still falling down. Ang Lee was not inside.

Just then, four splashes of water came from all four directions of the room.

Four figures burst out from the water curtain, each clad in the same dark red flesh-and-blood armor as Li An had worn before.

They pounced on Yuzu simultaneously, their eight feet stomping on the carpet of puddles, splashing water that mingled into a mist. Four armored figures from four directions blocked any escape routes in all directions.