radicalducati Chapter 128, 127. I used the back of the knife... right?
Chapter 128, 127. I used the back of the knife... right?
Chapter 128, Chapter 127: I used the back of the knife... right? (Fifth Update)
"it is good."
The man in the yellow jacket answered, and then, under the light provided by the short, sleazy man, together with the fierce man, took away the bronze samurai statue and the samurai sword from the shelf.
The fierce-looking man held the bronze statue, his face crinkling with laughter; he was sure he wouldn't be short of money for a long time.
"Hurry up, lest things get complicated."
The short man felt as if he had been granted a pardon upon hearing this, and grabbed his flashlight, wanting to run out of the temple as quickly as possible.
At this time of day, in this kind of place, it was simply too unfriendly for someone as timid as him.
The ruthless man took two steps before realizing something was wrong and turned around to look.
Why isn't that guy leaving? Is he really scared again and wants to return it?
He wouldn't allow that.
The shorter man turned his head along with him, and the man in the yellow coat in their line of sight seemed to be suddenly possessed, holding the samurai sword without moving an inch.
Suddenly, an inexplicable aura emanated from him, as if he were a swordsman who had slain countless demons and monsters.
According to the short man, it was as if he were possessed by a ghost.
"Hey, let's ignore him and go."
The short man was terrified and clung to the fierce man's arm.
He wants to leave now, even without the bronze statue, he doesn't care. Staying here like this, he'll really die.
"What are you talking about? He's fine staying here, but that sword is a different story. It's worth more than this bronze statue."
The ruthless man shoved the shorter man aside and took two steps forward, preparing to snatch the sword from the man in the yellow jacket.
Before he could react, a chilling flash of light struck, and the ruthless man fell to the ground.
The short man who witnessed everything showed fear in his eyes. He wanted to run away, but his legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground.
In a panic, the little man scrambled to the door, but the temple door closed automatically without any wind, no matter how hard he pushed it.
"You—are you a human or a ghost?!"
Seeing that he couldn't escape, the short man's survival instinct kicked in, and he came up with a delaying tactic.
If possible, living a little longer is a good thing.
"I can't say for sure whether I'm a human or a ghost, but I guess I'd say I'm a ghost."
You guys have made a huge mistake.
Ida Iryu's voice came through the body of the man in the yellow coat, looking at the sword in his hand with a headache.
Although Jiang Yu interfered once last time, he added a faint wisp of light power, so the seal was not affected.
Now it's different. He can sense that the seal has loosened slightly. Even if it is suppressed again now, it won't stop the ghost from reviving.
So it seems that every era has to rely on its own people to solve problems? The legend of the People of Light, I never thought it was true.
Now that things have come to this, the only thing we can do is prevent the remaining guys from making any further moves.
Looking at the small man slumped over the threshold, Jing Tianjinglong felt a surge of excitement.
Although he wasn't a demon, he still managed to draw his sword.
"You killed him! You killed him!"
Seeing the red bloodstains beneath the ruthless man's body through the flashlight, the short man became even more terrified; this ghost seemed to have really killed someone.
Mom, I was wrong. I should have stayed under the covers at times like this.
"I use the back of the knife!"
Jing Tian and Jing Long remained calm and composed, forcibly ignoring the red blood at their feet.
I haven't used weapons in a long time; did I use them backwards just now?
Never mind, it's just superficial wounds anyway, I shouldn't die—right?
Just as Jing Tianjinglong was about to continue knocking the short man unconscious, he suddenly heard a flurry of footsteps and voices outside.
"Quick! The director said there can be no mistakes here."
"Damn it, I just started my shift today and this happens—a thief came up the mountain late at night!"
"Whether he's a thief or not is still unknown, but that bread cart—"
"Enough talk! The lock on the Samurai Temple seems to be malfunctioning. Everyone, be on high alert and prepare for battle!"
"Looks like someone can handle you guys now. We should have made some contact with them earlier."
Ida Iryu said with a hint of emotion, putting the katana back on the shelf.
The next instant, the man in the yellow jacket collapsed unconscious.
The doors of the Temple of Warriors were easily pushed open by the TPC personnel outside, and the four of them filed in, only to be met with a scene that took their breath away.
It's true that someone came in, but two people collapsed unconscious, and another was trembling as he leaned against the door frame.
What happened? Did the thieves fight amongst themselves over the loot?
The winner was such a small guy?
The captain's thoughts drifted, but fortunately he remembered to observe the scene in the samurai temple.
The samurai sword was still on the shelf, but the bronze statue was lying on the ground.
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What a thief! Why would he come to a place like this to steal things, or at this time of day? Even the TPC combat personnel dare not act alone.
"Hey, who are you? What's going on? Are these two your accomplices?"
When his teammates put the bronze statue back in its original position, the team leader asked the only conscious, short guy a question.
"You guys are from TPC, right? Please save me, you have to save me! There's a ghost here! There's a ghost here!"
The ghost just killed someone! Kill him!
He's possessed by a ghost!
The short man, upon seeing the uniform of the leader that should have instilled fear in him, felt an overwhelming joy of salvation and was beyond excited.
With TPC around, that ghost shouldn't dare to cause trouble.
The short man pointed at the fierce man and the man in the yellow jacket once, but what he said made the leader frown.
They were ordered to patrol here, but they never thought there might be any ghosts or spirits here. They only knew that the samurai sword seemed to be related to something important.
"Ghosts? Really?"
"Really, you have to believe me, you absolutely have to believe me!"
That's how it was; it killed him with a single sword strike and then possessed his body.
He was originally planning to kill me, you have to believe me!
The short man, having no sword in hand, could only stand up and, without any props, reenact what had just happened.
"Captain, this guy is still alive, but he needs to be taken for treatment."
The team member crouching next to the fierce man turned around and said, "The wound does look like it was made by a sharp weapon. Could it really be a ghost?"
For a moment, the team members also felt a little scared.
"If simple bandaging doesn't work, contact the nearest hospital immediately. We can't let this guy die so easily."
As for you!
The leader, feigning malice, glared at the pale-faced little man and said, "Prepare to spend your next life in jail. You'll steal anything!"
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
The short man showed no sign of reluctance, simply repeating "thank you."
He would rather spend the rest of his life in prison than ever see such a place again; anywhere would be fine as long as there were no ghosts.
Speaking of which, why would he still come to steal the sword, even though it's so late and he's so scared?
The team leader was speechless; this guy was hopeless.
"Contact the director immediately and report the situation here."
"clear!"
After dragging the person away, TPC personnel closed the temple gates again.
After everyone had left, a gust of wind blew through the forest behind the temple, sounding like a triumphant ghostly laugh.