Don't force me to use my right fist.

The girl's stammering voice rose a little higher.

"I want to learn to draw!" Ge Shanzhong breathed a sigh of relief. So that's what it was about. That makes things simple. Since his drawing skills improved, quite a few students and parents, like the girl in front of him, had come to him privately, all wanting to know if he was interested in tutoring their children privately. In the past, he would have definitely agreed to them all; after all, who would refuse an extra source of income?

But things are different now. He has a deeper goal, a dream to strive for, which cannot be shaken by such a small reward.

"I understand, but there's nothing I can do about this. You should go find another teacher."

Ge Shanzhong waved his hand, signaling her to go back quickly.

"But teacher, I really love drawing!"

The girl's voice was tinged with reluctance after being rejected.

"That has nothing to do with me."

Ge Shanzhong admitted that the girl in front of him was indeed very good-looking. If he were twenty years younger, he might have agreed to the relationship. But right now, he only had eyes for Zhen Huizi.

...

"Fine, if you insist, come in first." He stepped aside, letting the girl who was blocking the doorway in. "You can only blame your bad luck. Who told Zhen Huizi to say she was interested in you?" A cruel smile crept onto Ge Shan Zhongzheng's lips as he coldly watched the girl enter.

Chapter 88 Did I arrive at the wrong time?

"Teacher Ge Shan, do you usually not turn on the lights at home?"

The girl named Lianye sat upright on the sofa, looking at the furnishings in Ruogeshan Zhongzheng's house, tilting her head and asking with some doubt.

"It's alright, I don't really like things that are too bright."

Upon hearing this, Ge Shanzhongzheng turned on the incandescent light in the room and casually turned off the television, which was playing a videotape on a loop.

"So you like this kind of thing, teacher? There are very few people collecting these these days, aren't there?"

The girl curiously picked up the somewhat worn videotapes on the table, glanced at them, and said to Kazuyama Nakamasa who was standing next to her.

"It's just a little interest, don't take it too seriously."

"Are you truly interested in becoming my disciple? Let me make this clear first: learning under me will come at a great cost."

Instead of continuing on this topic, Ge Shanzhongzheng spoke to the silver-haired girl with some seriousness.

Of course, this price is not the kind of price in the ordinary sense; hard work alone is not enough.

"Don't worry, teacher, I will definitely stick to it. I can handle anything!"

The girl clenched her small fists, her face filled with determination.

"That's good, you said it yourself."

Ge Shanzhong narrowed his eyes, stood up, and walked towards the study he had just been in.

"Now, come and take a look at my work. This will inspire your future painting."

"Yes, yes, teacher! It is my honor to be able to admire your work!"

The girl excitedly followed behind Geshan Zhongzheng and spoke to him in a cheerful tone.

"Yes, you must carefully observe my work and thoroughly understand its artistic conception, understand?"

After pushing open the door, Ge Shanzhong walked behind Lianye and pushed her into the room, saying...

The girl stood at the door, her small body trembling uncontrollably. She covered her mouth with her small hand, seemingly too surprised to speak by the scene inside.

"How about it? The teacher's painting skills are not bad, right? You just said that you are willing to pay any price, so you would be willing to help the teacher complete another work like this, right?" Standing behind the girl, Ge Shanzhong sneered, took out a sharp cleaver from the cabinet next to him, and looked at the girl who could not even stand steadily.

"If I say I don't want to, what will you do, teacher?"

The girl's trembling movements stopped, and her previously curled-up body straightened up again. Even her voice lost its original childishness and innocence, replaced by a chilling coldness.

"When you did this, did you consider what kind of punishment you would face?"

The silver-haired girl turned around and, to Ge Shanzhong's astonishment, raised the silver pocket watch that she had somehow managed to grab.

"The World!" wJh

After uttering that strange word in a seemingly cold voice, the silver-haired girl pressed the button on her pocket watch without hesitation.

A strange force expanded outwards from her, and everything touched by it turned into a black and white image, like a photographic negative. Standing perfectly still, Tsukasa Yamanaka's arm, holding the cleaver, froze in mid-air. Still bewildered by the girl's strange reaction, he too became a black and white figure, frozen in place.

"This is really troublesome. I have to come and handle this kind of thing myself. It's true that the useless people in the organization should be cleaned up."

After muttering a low complaint, Lian Yemai walked gracefully to the still-standing Geshan Zhongzheng, snatched the bone-chopping knife from his hand, and then drew several exquisitely crafted silver daggers from his waist, inserting them into Geshan Zhongzheng's limbs.

With a flourish, she walked behind Geshan Zhongzheng. The girl named Lianye knelt forward, but her body leaned to the side, and her hand was placed on her face in a strange position.

Then time began to flow.

Once again, the paused pocket watch was activated, and the girl, now in a posed position, spoke coldly. The black and white world regained its color, and the cleaver that Lianye had taken fell to the ground. Kazuyama Nakamasa only saw the girl who had been standing in front of the room suddenly vanish, followed by a sharp, bone-deep pain that shot through his limbs. Stripped of his strength, Kazuyama Nakamasa collapsed helplessly to the ground. Only then did he see the girl behind him, posed in a strange posture.

"You're not a student at this school, so who are you?!"

Ge Shanzhong's body, lying on the ground, struggled as if a young girl had expressed her doubts.

"Me? You don't need to know."

After ending her somewhat awkward posture and returning to normal, the girl picked up her phone, preparing to contact the bar staff outside to come and clear the area.

But the next second, a phone number that appeared to be out of service called.

The phone malfunctioned for some reason, automatically answering the call—a busy tone followed, causing Lian Ye to frown.

"Since you're unwilling to speak, then you can only remain anonymous and die."

Ge Shan, who had been lying on the ground, finally struggled to his feet. He endured the pain as he pulled the dagger from his body, and then spoke to Ruo Lianye. No blood flowed from the wound; rather, the muscle tissue cut by the dagger seemed to have dried up completely, with no blood flowing through it.

"This wasn't mentioned in the intelligence report, so I advised them long ago not to recruit so many useless people." Realizing something was wrong, Lian Ye took a step back and raised the pocket watch in his hand once more.

However, this time, a pair of hands, as if they had just come out of an ice cellar, grasped her arm. It was only a brief contact, but Lianye felt as if her hands were about to freeze.

A ferocious head drooped from the top of her head, its pupil-less eyes staring directly into Lianye's eyes. They were so close that she could feel the hot, humid stench of her breath.

"Damn it!"

The silver-haired girl, who had cursed him all her life, tried to break free from the hands that were gripping her, only to find that those hands were clenching even tighter.

The pumpkin-headed monster, wielding a diamond sword in one hand and a fishing rod in the other, looked up at the girl in white, Ah Zhen, who had been pinned to the ground by his entrance, and exchanged a glance with the girl who had been temporarily out of danger because of his actions.

"Um, did I arrive at a bad time?"

Sayu, who was about to shout "If the FBI opens the door!", said with a knowing look on his face.

Chapter 89 Who doesn't know how to teleport?

"It's you?"

Renya and Kazuyama Nakamasa spoke in unison to Saya.

One was simply shock, while the other was a deep-seated hatred.

Lianye looked at the figure completely encased in sky-blue armor, with only a square pumpkin head visible. Wasn't this the guy that Gin and Vodka had been so insistent on capturing? Just as Qingjiu and the others had said, there was always a chance he would cause trouble whenever the distillery was involved. However, when he saw the white-clad female ghost beneath him, Lianye couldn't help but feel a little confused.

Would you say he saved his own life?

In contrast, Katsuyama Nakamasa's emotions were much purer.

He naturally knew why Kaguya Hanesaki hadn't died, and the reason he couldn't attack her again was entirely because of this guy's interference.

In other words, the reason his plan failed was because of Saya.

"You two...you know me?"

Only Saya looked bewildered. His original plan was to rush in and catch him off guard; he was in a hurry anyway, and a quick victory was the best policy. But what was going on here? It looked like they had already started fighting, and—that silver-haired girl beside him gave Saya a strange sense of déjà vu. She must be a character from some anime. Saya mentally labeled the girl as someone who knew him. After a moment's thought, Saya understood. After all, she was the mastermind behind the curse; getting information about him from Aya wouldn't be a problem.

"You've come at just the right time. We should settle our score. It takes some guts to come here."

Ge Shanzhong sneered. He hadn't expected Zuo You to dare launch a surprise attack on his base, but this also meant that he had a significant home-field advantage.

"Kill him!"

With his finger pointing towards Saya and the girl behind him, Kazuyama Nakamaro turned off the lights in the living room, plunging the entire room into darkness.

Then, a group of women dressed in white casually slammed a pumpkin lantern down on the ground, illuminating the entire room with a warm glow. Saya looked at the surrounding Sadakos and swung the stone sword he was holding, which was a necromancer.

"Turning off the lights won't work on me. I can provide whatever color lighting you want, believe it or not?"

Raising his longsword, he first slashed through the Sadako he was still pinning down, then grabbed the silver-haired girl behind him. He switched his longsword for a fishhook, hooked it onto the ceiling, and swung towards the window. Fighting in this cramped room was somewhat disadvantageous for him, and seeing the swarm of Sadako, a direct confrontation would be a gross underestimation of their strength. If there was some hidden conspiracy, and he was ambushed, it would be a huge loss.

But Zuoyou was too late. Several women in white quickly climbed up the windows and doors like spiders, blocking all the entrances and exits with their bodies.

"Oh dear, this is going to be difficult." wir

Saya, who had slammed on the brakes and ended up hanging from the ceiling, glanced at the girl he was holding in his arms and examined the visible bluish-black handprints on her hands. Helplessly, he asked her a question.

"Do you have a way to protect yourself? If a fight breaks out later, I'm afraid I won't have much time to help you."

The number of Sadakos isn't the problem; what worries Saya is that if he brings along such a burden, she'll be quite vulnerable to injury in a fight.

"You're worried about me? - What a weirdo, why would you care about humans?"

The girl being held by Saya had a cold expression on her face as she looked at Saya and asked him a question.

"Hey, is this the time to ask that? If I weren't so kind-hearted, I would have thrown you down already." Saku complained irritably, thinking that this guy was just like Kaguya.

“I have this, so throwing me down won’t help.”

Despite the piercing pain in her arm, the girl pulled out a light blue, three-in-one, spherical hair accessory from her pocket and held it in her palm.

A faint blue light enveloped her, dispelling the black aura emanating from the surrounding Sadako while slowly healing the wounds on her arm.

Oh, it's from a winery. Never mind then.

Saya, recognizing it immediately as Kaguya's item, nodded. This was something only people from the brewery possessed. If she had it, she could indeed temporarily disregard the worry surrounding her. He switched his fishing rod for a longsword, and Saya and Renya plummeted from the ceiling, crashing into the pile of Sadako below. A pale blue light swept through, enveloping Renya like an eggshell. All of Sadako's attacks were blocked by this eggshell, but Saya released her without hesitation, causing the girl to inevitably fall to the ground.

Was this done on purpose?

Lianye, lying on the ground, looked rather unpleasant. If Yu Bi hadn't been frostbitten by Sadako due to carelessness, she would definitely have given everyone in the room a taste of their own medicine.

Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs," so Lianye could only lie quietly on the ground, waiting for the injury on Ruo's arm to slowly heal.

Saya, no longer needing to worry about the girl lying on the ground, was less restrained. His diamond sword flashed through the crowd of Sadako, cutting them down as easily as chopping vegetables. What Saya noticed was that even after a Sadako he killed disappeared from the spot, she would soon emerge from the surrounding shadows, as if there were a monster spawner nearby.