rpbooks Chapter 214 The Whirlpool of Tears
Chapter 214 The Whirlpool of Tears
The crying stopped for a moment.
Everyone turned around and stared intently at Jiu Zhiche.
An ordinary person would have been drenched in sweat by now.
Jiuzhi Che gave a slight smirk: "I forgot, you can reason with people, but with weirdos, you can only resort to fists."
As soon as he finished speaking, his psychic power exploded outwards from beneath Jiu Zhiche's feet, spreading out in concentric circles. The immense pressure caused everyone present to slump downwards, unable to move at all.
Sakuta Aoi tried with difficulty to lift his head, but found himself unable to move. He was terrified: "Goddess, Goddess, save me!"
"goddess?"
Jiuzhiche looked at the monstrous, garbage-like creature in front of him with a half-smile, neither resembling nor resembling anything else.
To the average person, it might look the same as Tomie's evil head, but to Kyushu Tetsuya, the difference is easily discernible.
completely different.
It also has the right to steal Tomie's face.
The goddess looked at Jiu Zhiche, her entire body rotating clockwise like flowing liquid.
Seemingly puzzled that Jiuzhiche hadn't cried yet, it raised its hand and rubbed its face, a tear streaming down its cheek.
At that moment, all those who were crushed and unable to straighten their backs burst into tears.
"Waaaaahh ...
The goddess was puzzled; she had clearly used all her strength, so why was the other party still unmoved?
[Contact with the Crying Vortex Monster to gain 38% initial Spirit].
[Current progress of triggering template selection: 105%]
[Template selection triggered; you can choose one from "Succubus," "Leap," and "Symbiosis"]
Jiuzhiche didn't choose it for the time being. Under the goddess's gaze, he walked towards it step by step.
The footsteps, though seemingly insignificant, stood out starkly amidst the cries.
The goddess realized something was wrong; a large amount of clear water began to flow from her body, instantly reaching Jiu Zhiche's knees.
The amazing thing is that the water just passes by the door and doesn't flow out at all.
"Aaaaaahh ...
The believers, who were submerged in water, screamed in agony.
Inoue Doi had sharp eyesight and, seeing that the inexplicable pressure wasn't affecting him, he took advantage of the moment when the two men holding him loosened their grip and jumped outside the door.
Fearing that the outside world had turned into a zombie-infested world of blood and tears, he dared not go far, only daring to hide at the door and secretly watch Jiu Zhiche.
The goddess's body began to disintegrate, twisting back into a vortex shape, leaving only the stolen face at the top.
"Purify".
After the purification, the goddess's vortex-like body swayed, clearly having suffered some damage.
Jiuzhi Che didn't even continue using his telekinetic power to "purify".
Five purification spells were unleashed in succession, and the goddess was on the verge of collapse, her face melting like wax.
He seemed to sense a gaze upon him.
He looked over and saw only a huge picture hanging on the wall, which was a picture of the head of evil.
These people are really something, separating the image of the head of evil and not showing the real Tomie's face at all.
Jiuzhiche had arrived long ago and had been listening to their conversation from outside.
He even revered the head as a goddess; he was at a loss for words.
It can only be said that Tomie is indeed extremely charming; even the head of evil has extreme fans.
And this vortex, with its curse that seems to have originated from nowhere, can make people weep.
Hmm, I can sit at the same table with A-gei and Hongdou now.
"Purify!"
Jiuzhiche used purification to force the goddess to stop maintaining her vortex shape. She mumbled something, and Jiuzhiche used his mental power to decipher its meaning.
The complete sentence is: "I can produce a lot of water."
The rest were all obscure words like "vortex" and "roll".
I remember they used similar terms when they cut off some of my whorls of hair before.
Jiuzhi Che lost interest and used the last purification skill, causing the goddess to completely dissipate.
The water that had reached waist-deep had all disappeared.
A small puddle of water was left behind.
[Contact with the Weeping Maiden's Split Form to gain 1% initial Spirituality]
[Process the Weeping Maiden's Tears split, gain 1% initial spirituality]
[Deal with the Crying Vortex Monster to gain 32% Spirit].
[Get 6 chances to win a prize]
[Currently available spirituality: 33%]
[Current progress of triggering template selection: 106%]
Jiuzhiche looked at the picture on the wall again; the head in the picture had dissolved.
It looks like it's been wetted; the water stains have blurred the image, making it unclear and giving the impression that it has dissolved.
The head of evil...
And how come this vortex monster is related to the Weeping Woman's Tears?
He didn't know what "weeping woman's tears" meant, but he knew the words "weeping woman."
Tomie Ippuku had just returned from Weeping Woman Slope, and he had also read the short manga about it.
Perhaps someone brought back the Weeping Maiden's Tears, and as a result, this thing combined with the vortex to form a monster.
Jiuzhiche didn't stop, nor did he glance at the people on the ground.
Anyway, they won't die, but this cult definitely won't be able to continue operating.
So he said to Inoue Doi, who was peeking out from the outside, "You keep an eye on them and don't allow them to establish any more cults, or I will personally take action."
"yes!"
Inoue Doi stood at attention, his body as straight as a pole, his attitude extremely respectful, with a hint of worship and awe.
Unbeknownst to anyone, Sakuta Aoi was still unable to move, cold sweat beading on his forehead, and excruciating pain engulfing his entire body.
His ankle bones were suddenly crushed.
But he couldn't utter a sound; he wasn't even allowed the right to tremble.
That man who suddenly walked in, it must have been him!
Sakuta Aoi was heartbroken and fainted.
When Jiuzhiche came outside, some of the crying people who hadn't had a chance to go inside had already fainted.
Someone discovered them and is calling an ambulance.
Great, another stroke of genius in hand. Time to go find some ice cream.
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.
Tomoka Miura received a reply. She went to the address on the email and found a place filled with people wailing in pain.
Their skin was red, as if burned.
She quickly took out her phone and dialed the emergency number.
Fifteen minutes later.
Miura Tomoka and Stein were taken to the ambulance.
She decided to seize this opportunity to interview these students.
They seemed to be performing some kind of cult ritual, with candles and offering altars and such.
She had a premonition that the Black Vortex Town Wonders column was about to have a major scoop.
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.
"Aze—"
"Buzz~ Buzz~"
The phone rang, interrupting Jiu Zhiche's voice.
He took out his phone and saw it was Kiryu Yui, the girl whose whole family was involved with oil.
We had agreed beforehand that we should call him in case of an emergency.
Looks like finding ice cream will be delayed again.
Jiuzhiche hailed a taxi, and the car sped away.
Behind the car, a petite figure moved with the speed of a cheetah, leaping and bounding along walls and utility poles at breakneck speed.
The figure had bangs, short, choppy hair, and pupils as small as pinpoints; it was none other than Aze Qiantan.
"My brother was just about to call me when some shameless person called!"
She was so angry that she left a claw mark on someone's roof.
"Brother, brother, what do you need me for?"
Aze Qiantan caught up with the taxi, leaving some distance so as not to offend her brother.
She stuck out her long tongue and licked her nose. "If all the women around my brother die, then he'll have no choice but to accept me as his sister. Besides, those women aren't good enough for him at all..."
When Kujiro arrived at Kiryu Yui's house, he could smell a strong odor of oil before he even went inside.