rpbooks Chapter 238 The Head of Evil
Chapter 238 The Head of Evil
Miura Tomoka's body was completely suspended in the air. She was so frightened that her hands and feet trembled. But when she saw Kyushiki Tetsu floating in mid-air, she suddenly calmed down.
It was Jiu Zhiche who saved her.
She was certain of that.
She gave him a grateful look, accompanied by a weak "Thank you..."
However, her gaze was intercepted by another person.
Black Sadako stood in front of Kyushu, floating higher, thus perfectly blocking Kyushu's view.
She pouted, "I saved you, why are you thanking him?"
Miura Tomoka was placed on the roof with a bewildered look on her face—when she was still half a meter away from the roof.
It fell with a thud.
My butt hurts so much...
Sadako wanted to speak up and stop Black Sadako's revenge, but for some reason, she couldn't bring herself to say the words of protest.
She... really didn't want A-Che to meet other men.
Just thinking about that scene makes my heart ache.
Jiuzhiche didn't have time to pay attention to those small details; he was observing the whirlpool of water that the camera was pointing at.
It's less like a stream of water and more like a hole, constantly pouring water into this area.
Clearly, the rain has stopped.
According to Sadako, those people must have been filmed by a camera, which is why they were experiencing dizziness and bulging eyes.
"Watch out, watch out for that camera! If it films you, you'll mutate!"
Having regained some strength, Miura Tomoka quickly shouted a reminder.
Jiuzhiche heard this, and then went into the alley. Only the small section with the camera was marked out, creating an open space where the water didn't touch it.
It's another vortex curse that wasn't in the original work.
Could it be that too many pictures of the vortex were taken, causing it to mutate?
The faint cries of humans continued in the distance, but Jiuzhiche didn't think much of it. If he didn't deal with it soon, the number of deaths would only increase.
"Purify".
Jiuzhiche threw a purification spell at the camera and continued to monitor the changes.
The water vortex is spinning slower, and less water is flowing out.
Jiuzhiche suspected that this was a teleportation point, which had transported water from certain places.
When the second purifier was used, the water vortex completely stopped, dispersed, and a puddle of water appeared on the ground.
Jiuzhiche used his telekinetic power to lift the camera; the lens was already shattered.
[Process the vortex set to gain 30% spirituality]
[Currently available spirituality: 37%]
[Get 6 chances to win a prize]
[You have 21 chances to win a prize so far]
Jiuzhiche casually drew all the prizes. The effects of the Heavenly Jealousy Curse on him so far are negligible, but he can see some of the extent of its effects through the lottery.
[Giveaway in progress]
[Receive Thank You for Your Patronage x13, Spirit Orb x2, Strength Limited-Time Buff x5, Invisibility Limited-Time Buff x1]
This shows that bad luck is gradually increasing.
Aside from the Spirit Orb, it's not very useful.
After thinking it over, Jiuzhiche decided to accelerate the progress of the "immunity" template.
"Immunity increased by 10%."
[Consumes 30% of Spirituality, Current Allocable Spirituality: 7%]
[Immune activation progress 75%]
Name: Jiu Zhiche
已激活模板：「长生不死（100%）」「净化（80%）」「魔眼（50%）」「强壮（50%）」「免疫（75%）」「灵觉40%」「念力50%」「跃迁30%」「封印30%」「格斗（40%）」「精神（80%）」
Inactive template: ......
Triggering template selection progress: 43%
Allocable spirituality: 7%
Status: Curse of Resentful Dreams, Curse of Grudges, Curse of Deep Desire, Curse of Heaven's Jealousy
Special skills: Hand-held bedroom techniques, god-level lock-picking skills, kissing skills
Items: Healing Orb x3, Spirit Orb x7, Spirit Trapping Orb x1, Tracking Orb x3, Spirit Power Limited-Time Buff x2, Invisibility Limited-Time Buff x6, Strength Limited-Time Buff x6
Jiuzhiche checked his mental level; it had reached 97, and he was not far from the next upgrade.
Black Sadako looked around for a while but couldn't find the strange man.
It's a bit of a shame. I was curious to know how Sadako would feel after killing someone.
The floodwaters receded as if they had never existed, except for the mess of debris on the streets, which proved that it wasn't just a hallucination.
About a quarter of the town of Black Vortex was affected. The flood lasted for about ten minutes. Most people were lucky enough to escape unharmed, but a small number of people were swept away and went missing.
Miura Tomoka followed the ambulance shakily to the hospital.
Before leaving, she hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.
She wanted to ask Sadako if something had happened, but seeing Sadako's smiling yet inexplicably unapproachable demeanor, she kept her mouth shut.
Fortunately, she ran into Stein, who had been brought to the hospital, and he was alright.
As for the camera, don't even mention it; it was the source of all the trouble.
Fortunately, she had Shi Tai copy the contents of the video to her computer every day, so none of the photos she had taken were lost.
After resting for half a day, Miura Tomoka felt that she had recovered most of her health. After a check-up, she found that there were no problems, so she was discharged from the hospital.
Back at the hotel, she browsed through her computer, organized the information on the Black Vortex University cult, the bandaged giant, the bizarre flood, and other events, and wrote a series of news articles, which she then sent to her editor.
Soon, the other party replied that it had been approved and even praised her writing.
Add the photos you take, and it'll be published in the next issue of the newspaper.
While organizing the materials, Miura Tomoka saw a distorted face that she had photographed. It was a picture posted at the school by members of the Heartless Cult. At the time, she just thought it might be useful, so she asked Shi Tai to take a picture of it.
It has to be said that pairing this image with the picture definitely creates a powerful impact. As for whether it's too explicit, to be honest, there aren't many restrictions from the authorities in that regard.
They even publish pictures of dismemberment murder scenes!
After looking at the picture for a long time, Miura Tomoka decided to choose this one as one of the accompanying pictures.
The moment the send button was clicked, the head in the picture seemed to curl the corners of its mouth slightly.
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.
Along an inconspicuous street, colorful lights flickered, reflecting on the walls and attracting the attention of children.
The "Sweet" sign is very eye-catching, and what's even more peculiar is that the fragrance emanating from it travels very, very far.
A loudspeaker is hanging outside this mobile ice cream truck:
Children under 8 years old can get free ice cream!
"First come, first served, limited quantity!"
Before long, five or six children gathered around.
The man in the red and white outfit smiled and handed ice cream to each child, watching their innocent smiles and the joy and satisfaction they felt as they ate the ice cream.
The man's smile deepened.
"10 servings."
A child with slanted eyes pushed through all the other children, practically wearing the word "gun" on his face.
The man wasn't surprised or angry; she had been waiting for him every day for the past few days.
"Child, you and your father look nothing alike."
"Huh? Who would look like him? I've never even seen him before."
Aze Qiantan rolled her eyes, picked up a pile of ice cream without ceremony, and left without looking back.
She wouldn't have gone if it weren't for the ice cream filling her stomach; that guy stank horribly.
A little boy brushed past her, and Aze Qiantan frowned, turning back for another look.
White Rabbit Milk Candy?
She remembered that it was this boy who gave her the candy. The candy had some flavor, but not much; it was just okay.
As the little boy went to get his ice cream, Aze Qiantan turned around.
She hasn't been with her brother for a few days; she'll go see him after she finishes eating.
The man in the ice cream truck saw off the last child, his mechanical smile still present.
He lowered the awning over the window.
After all this time, most of his previous efforts have been in vain.
Most of the "jealousy" that remained in the bodies of those who ate ice cream disappeared.
It's easy to understand; only that troublesome human would do something like this to go against him.
but.......
It won't be long.
Do you think you can just make the jealousy disappear?
hehe......