rpbooks Chapter 251 The Purest Malice
Chapter 251 The Purest Malice
"Phew~~~"
Kayako got off the treadmill, stared at Kuro for a moment, and then picked him up.
"Thank you for your hard work, Xiao Hei."
Xiao Hei had just returned from underground and hadn't found anything.
As usual, Kayako poured some cat food into Blackie's food bowl.
In the past, Xiao Hei would symbolically eat some food to pretend to be a cat.
Now that they've laid their cards on the table, they're not pretending anymore.
It won't eat any cat food, and it won't even drink water.
But Kayako got used to it and still left cat food out. A few days later, the cat food disappeared.
Kayako looked at Kuro, her breathing gradually calming down. She squatted down and patted Kuro's head.
"Little Black, can I use your ability to turn into shadows? How do I use it?"
"Meow."
"You mean I can use it if I die?"
Meow~
"Using it on a human body would cause excruciating pain."
Kayako could understand Kuro's words. She deflated, resting her chin on her hand and her elbows on her knees, and began to worry.
"Wouldn't I be holding Che back if I stayed?"
Xiao Hei glanced at her sideways, not wanting to pay her any attention.
Death isn't necessarily a bad thing.
However, the newly generated curse will compete with her for dominance, making the situation quite unpredictable.
Meow~
Che doesn't want her to die, nor does he want me to be born, but if Kayako's personality breaks down, it has nothing to do with her.
Kayako's eyes lit up. "You can borrow it? But it will hurt a lot?"
"I can accept that, but you'll have to help me then."
"Meow."
Little Black licked its paws.
It hurt a lot; she wasn't lying.
There was just a small price to pay, which she didn't mention.
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.
It took Jiuzhi Che a lot of effort to appease the two Tomie.
He only talked; he didn't do anything wrong.
Then, under the watchful eyes of Tomie and the others, he took out the photos.
The image of the head of evil was indeed shown in the photo.
Jiuzhiche stared at her.
Nothing changed at first, until Jiuzhiche was about to test the waters with a purification spell when the head blinked rapidly.
Jiuzhiche was certain he couldn't be mistaken.
Immediately afterwards, wisps of white mist emerged from the evil heads in the two photos, condensing in the air to form a head made of white mist.
She didn't even glance at Tomie and the others, but only looked at Kujiro: "I don't like silver hair."
Tomie from One-Punch Man once dyed her hair silver, sparking a silver hair trend among Tomie fans. However, after the hair color faded, Tomie fans weren't as enthusiastic about silver hair anymore.
Only Jiuzhi Che still retains his long-lasting silver hair.
"oh."
Jiuzhi Che appeared somewhat indifferent, while the evil head smiled: "I'll help you dye it."
A surge of thick, black malice erupted and flew toward Jiu Zhiche's head.
Jiuzhi Che was speechless. "What a lunatic!"
He cast a purification spell on the malice, and the malice instantly dissipated.
it works!
Tomie's face turned cold, and she slapped him across the face.
With her body enhanced by the Weeping Woman's Tears, any slap she lands will be extremely powerful. Moreover, having gained resistance to supernatural phenomena, she can also inflict physical damage on supernatural beings.
Unfortunately, the slap was blocked by an invisible wall in mid-air.
The force suddenly intensified, as if something was about to shatter.
The evil head glanced sideways at Tomie, "You muscle-bound idiot."
As soon as she finished speaking, the first generation's psychic power had already reached her surroundings. Rather than psychic power, it was more like an outward projection of mental control, giving people a sense of oppression, but it could not control objects as freely as psychic power.
The long hair transformed into a sharp weapon, encountering resistance as it broke through the shackles like a drill. In the blink of an eye, the hair enveloped the head, and mental power simultaneously crushed everything in its path—
It missed.
The head disappeared.
The white mist reappeared in the air beside them, reforming itself.
He looked disdainful.
Jiuzhi Che raised his hand, stopping Tomie and the others from their actions.
"There's no need to kill her."
Because, as things stand, it can't be killed.
We could try to seal it, but what we have now is probably not the source.
The worst guess is that the Head of Evil has no origin.
Or perhaps, every evil head surrounding Tomie is the source.
Tomie and her men reluctantly stopped.
The first generation had an extremely high level of rage.
Starting with One Punch Tomie, every time I try to overcome my opponent, I find that there's always another mountain behind me. When will this ever end?
The head of evil floated in front of Jiuzhiche, swaying back and forth on his left and right shoulders.
"Ah Che, hehe, this is the first time I've called you that."
"Up close, your skin is comparable to Tomie's. No wonder Tomie has taken a liking to you."
"The malice you caused by them alone is more valuable than the malice caused to a hundred people. You are very valuable."
"I wonder how crazy they'll go after they have you?"
A hint of curiosity appeared on the face formed by the white mist.
Jiuzhi Che dismissed it as nonsense, but noticed something: "You called them Tomie?"
It should be noted that Tomie refers to other Tomies as either imposters or sluts, cheap goods, and so on.
Two hands emerged from below his head, stroking Jiuzhi Che's face. Jiuzhi Che reached out and stopped the first generation of them from going berserk.
"Yes, they are immersed in themselves. I am not. I am Tomie, and so are they."
Xu Wu touched Jiu Zhiche's nose, a sudden desire welling up in her eyes. "They say a high nose..."
"Did they influence me?"
The head of evil asked itself and answered, "No, it doesn't seem like it. I'm increasingly tempted to 'eat' you."
Jiuzhiche felt that her mental state was worrying and sincerely suggested, "Why don't you come to my place? I'll show you around."
The evil head chuckled, causing the white mist to tremble slightly. "No, I have a lot of things to do, but~ just call me anytime you need me~ I'll let you do whatever you want~"
Her tone was ambiguous, and she glanced meaningfully at a certain spot on Jiu Zhiche's body.
After saying that, he disappeared.
Jiuzhiche: "..."
I was teased.
Then the evil head, like a madman, spoke in several different tones over a few minutes.
Tired.
I don't know exactly what she's going to do, but it's definitely not going to be anything good.
With a wave of his hand, the First Generation's mental energy instantly crushed the two photos into dust.
Tomie's face was also very ugly. It took her the greatest willpower of her life to restrain herself from continuing to fight.
The sight of the evil head filled her with disgust and murderous intent.
Jiuzhi Che thought, "Since I'm here, I might as well make the best of it."
Let's deal with the immediate issues first.
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.
Yunshu University.
The campus was plastered with notices, all featuring the same photo.
When passersby see the notice, 5 out of 10 people will stop, put their hands together in front of their foreheads, and look on with piety and deep infatuation.
"Goddess, please bless me so I can pass my exam!"
"Goddess, I want to get rich!"
"goddess......"
A cloud of white mist, invisible to the naked eye, appeared above the campus, overlooking the entire area.
She closed her eyes and sensed the evil thoughts coming from all over the world.
It's not bad, but it's not terrible either.
She frowned.
It's not as good as smelling Jiuzhiche's incense.
It seems I need to get him as soon as possible.
She will never give up until she gets it!