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Uesugi Kiyoshi silently recited the name and asked subconsciously.

"Are you from China?"

He naturally used Chinese.

Li Fuyao nodded slightly and answered in Chinese.

"Well, my father is from China, and my mother is from Tokyo. Am I mixed-race?"

As she spoke, she couldn't help laughing, and she didn't know what she found so funny.

"Uesugi-kun's Chinese is very good. Are you also from China?"

Uesugi Kiyoshi hesitated for a moment, then said vaguely, "Well, I guess so."

Li Fuyao did not continue to ask why Uesugi Kiyoshi had a Japanese name. Instead, he said that he was from the Celestial Empire. He looked at Uesugi Kiyoshi thoughtfully, then buried his head in writing and drawing with a pencil. He did not seem to be in the mood to chat.

Uesugi Kiyoshi threw all the chaotic thoughts out of his mind, calmed down, and flipped through the books on the bookshelf.

Although this library is small, it has a large collection of books, including many thread-bound books written entirely in Chinese, such as "Cai Gen Tan", "Weilu Yehua", and different versions of "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio", covering everything.

He had just put down an original dark version of "Grimm's Fairy Tales" and saw a book called "Tang Shou - From Beginner to Mastery" next to it.

The contrast caught him off guard.

He picked it up with great interest and flipped through it. This thing was published in Japan, and the content was not misleading. It was all about the introductory basics of Tang Shou and how to practice the moves. He was very knowledgeable about this.

Karate originated in Ryukyu and became karate after being introduced to Japan. Uesugi Kiyoshi was good at Goju-ryu karate, which he also learned with great effort.

He asked casually, "Miss Li, are you good at Tang Shou?"

Li Fuyao didn't stop moving, nor did he look up. He nodded lazily, then shook his head.

"Just call me Fuyao."

"I'm going to tell you to be clear too. You know, there aren't that many rules in China."

"As for Tang Shou, I just flipped through it casually."

"The reason I collected that book is because I learned the White Crane Fist."

Uesugi Kiyoshi nodded in sudden realization.

Before being introduced to Ryukyu, Tang Shou was derived from the Southern Fist and White Crane Fist. There is nothing wrong with this statement.

but

Is this a martial artist?

Shangshan glanced at Li Fuyao's thin body and found it hard to believe.

He quickly looked around the small store and began to believe what Li Fuyao said. She might really be aiming to collect all the stories in the world. He had never heard of some of the books in this bookstore, and he didn't even know what language they were written in.

If those winding, scribbles could really be called words.

Looking at Li Fuyao's calm appearance, he felt that there was no point in wasting time here, so he walked up to Li Fuyao and prepared to say goodbye.

"plum"

"Yeah, Fuyao."

"Thank you so much for today."

"Although I don't know what your [herbal tea] is, it did save me. I will remember it in my heart."

Uesugi Kiyoshi reported a string of numbers and nodded slightly and bowed politely.

"This is my cell phone number. If you need my help with anything, please contact me directly. Don't hesitate to ask."

He paused and became more serious.

"I am not very talented, but I have made some achievements in swordsmanship. If Fuyao can use me, I am willing to serve you."

Hearing this, Li Fuyao raised her eyebrows charmingly, smiled demurely, and said softly, "Well, I just saw your sword."

She put down the notebook, on which was a black and white pencil sketch.

On the screen, there is the scattered figure of a young man. He is wearing ordinary sportswear and holding a three-foot sword. His eyes are cold, like the cold light on the blade.

He fell to the ground from mid-air, blood splattered on his sword, and he remained motionless in the heavy rain.

Behind him was a strong man who was split in half from head to toe.

All of this was so lifelike, as if the scene was being recreated, it was exactly the scene where Uesugi Kiyoshi killed Kuki Aka.

"I'll remember that. I'll contact you if anything happens, Qingjun."

Li Fuyao smiled, her tone inexplicably excited. She tore off the sketch from the notebook and handed it to Uesugi Kiyoshi.

"I'm sending you off. I can't let you go back empty-handed."

Uesugi Kiyoshi was stunned for a moment, then he took the drawing paper and carefully hid it inside his shirt to prevent it from getting wet in the rain.

"Thank you."

"I have something else to do at home, so I'll leave now."

After saying that, Uesugi Kiyoshi looked at Li Fuyao deeply, nodded, then turned around and walked out of the door of Baiwen Hall.

The boy's figure disappeared in the rain and the door closed gently.

The light in the room flickered and dimmed unpredictably.

Li Fuyao's smile also became somewhat meaningful under the flickering lights.

She crossed her legs, blushed and smiled shyly, looking seductive and charming.

After a few seconds, she exhaled a hazy mist.

Gray and black alternate, like lead wool, exactly the same as a mirage.

"Lovely Qingya~ How can herbal tea save people~"

"But I can."

She blew a breath, and white smoke rose from the small incense burner on the table, carrying a strong scent of sandalwood, swallowing up and assimilating the mirage in the air.

At the same time, perhaps driven by the smoke, the notebook used for sketching on Li Fuyao's desk moved without wind, and turned several pages.

In a shabby apartment, Kiyoshi Uesugi killed a bloody evil spirit with a fruit knife.

In the kendo field, Uesugi Kiyoshi kowtowed to Izumi Hidekawa and became his disciple.

Scenes where Uesugi Kiyoshi kills evil spirits with his bare hands on the road, on the bridge, and in a ramen restaurant.

Uesugi Kiyoshi was at Yokota's house, and with one sword he shattered Yokota's faith, causing his soul to fly away.

Nothing is left out and everything is lifelike.

This is a history of Uesugi Kiyoshi's growth as a swordsman.

Li Fuyao closed the sketchbook nonchalantly, stared at the direction of the gate for a long time, and then laughed like a silver bell.

"It's clear."

"How cute~"

"Ah sneeze"

Uesugi Kiyoshi sneezed violently and sniffed hard. The weather was quite cold and he had been caught in the rain. He didn't know if his current physical condition could withstand the cold.

He had walked several dozen meters and came to the place where he almost fell into the trap.

He was going to pick up something, the bloody head.

He wanted to find out who this person was and which force instructed him to kill him.

Then retaliate.

As soon as he went out, Uesugi Kiyoshi felt something was wrong. He heard the sound of sirens faintly in his ears.

After he took a few steps, he found that many police officers had arrived at the scene.

Well. Actually it was quite fast. From the time he killed someone to now, it’s only been about ten minutes?

This is already considered efficient.

The head of the man in black has been found by the police, and a young-looking female police officer is trying to collect the head as evidence with a look of disgust on her face.

Uesugi Kiyoshi can't give this thing to her.

He took a step forward, his tone gentle.

"Um, sorry, officer."

"Can you give this thing back to me?"

“I dropped this here.”

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Chapter 71 The Extreme Past

It was a gloomy and dark evening, the sky was covered with leaden clouds, heavy rain, lightning and thunder.

The ground was littered with miserable dead bodies and broken limbs.

A young female police officer who had just joined the job, suppressed her nausea and discomfort as she tried to pick up a human head that had rolled to the side of the road, its cross-section exposed by a bloody wound.

This in itself is a terrifying enough thing.

Just at this moment, a voice came from behind her, which seemed vaguely sneaky against the background of the sound of wind and rain.

"Can you give this thing back to me?"

“I dropped this here.”

I turned around in fear and saw a young man covered in blood, with torn clothes, a pale face, and a squinting smile.

His originally handsome face looked extremely scary in this eerie atmosphere.

If there was nothing above Uesugi Kiyoshi's neck, we could just take a picture of it and show it as a horror movie.

What kind of human suffering is this, and where did this urban legend come from?

The young female police officer's mind was frozen. After a few seconds of silence, a shrill scream squeezed out of her throat and resounded throughout the streets. The female police officer took a few steps back in panic, stepped on a person's head on the ground, and rolled over in the rain. She supported her body with her hands and kept moving backwards on the ground, looking terrified.