Spiderman's Survival in Another World

Chapter 73 PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds 73 Day

In the dark room, the lights suddenly turned on.

The beam of light fell on the spider's body, laying a thin layer of light on her light-colored hair and the skin on her shoulders.

'What the hell are those people thinking! '

I haven't been away for long this time, have I?

And I also left a message for them when I decided to deal with those super-level curse spirits that came to me.

'Obviously the consideration was thoughtful enough, but in the end there was still a mistake. '

And it was such a big hole that was poked out for me.

What kind of ghosts night walk in Tokyo...

'If the neon lights of this world actually harbor Onmyoji forces, it would be really interesting to blow them out this time. '

For example, Asakura ○, Abe Haru ○, Hanakainya and so on.

After all, when it comes to neon specialties, Onmyoji is basically a setting that cannot be avoided and has been played badly by major anime dramas.

Thinking of this, Spider shook his head violently.

'No, no, let's go back and have a look at the specific situation. '

Although according to the information at hand, there are no onmyojis in the modern world, but what if.

And, more importantly -

'If I rush back now, maybe I can watch a live broadcast! '

Xia Youjie's proposal really poked me too hard, beating the white-haired DK or something like Modo Modo!

Maybe the time card is better, and I can do it myself.

His thoughts gradually darkened, and the indescribable revenge mixed with vengeance made the spider's expression gradually grim.

And in his inner little theater, the spider didn't need to think about hiding himself, so he lowered his head and let out a weird smile.

'Neon Kyoto, I'm back! '

This Bingsheng couldn't stay any longer, go home, I'll go home right away.

What's the point of negotiating with a seafood organization? It's better to go to Baimao DK to play some games that children shouldn't watch.

The kind that will kill people!

So Fuheshier, who was about to watch his trash boss joke, saw the spider turn his head, throw him a sentence of "negotiation", and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Fu Heisher, who didn't see any jokes as the result and was left behind: ...

Knock in?

On the other side, Li Baoen, who had watched the whole process, passed Tsunayoshi Sawada and looked at the killer in front of him.

"ciao."

"Let's talk in another place?"

Hitomi moved slightly, glanced at the seemingly harmless black-clothed baby in front of him, and Fu Heisher restrained his previous indecent appearance.

The corners of the lips were raised, pulling at the scar in the shape of a crescent moon.

"of course."

"After all, Pengo Lie's ostentation can't be so shabby."

The two killers looked at each other.

The world's number one killer Tongtian and the tyrant officially started talking.

Tokyo.

The once bustling streets were empty at the moment.

Even if there are occasional people passing by, they are all official conjurers.

"Is it almost time?"

The man in high clothes looked at the dial on his wrist, his face was different from other people's irritability and anger.

His expression was very calm, even too calm.

"Hui Yuan, you can leave later when the curse spirit runs away with all your strength."

Another voice suddenly sounded, causing Hui Yuanxiong to divert his attention from the dial on his wrist.

He looked at his friend behind him with a helpless smile on his face.

"Nanaming, I'm not that bad."

"Although I really don't want to be rivals with..., but I will not forget my responsibility."

Qihai Jianren does not intend to comment on this.

He turned to remind: "Change that title."

In this regard, Hui Yuanxiong pretended nothing happened and turned his head away, trying to get away with it.

"Hey, don't try to trick me with this trick!"

The corners of his eyes twitched slightly, Jianren Qihai really couldn't figure out why his friend Hui Yuanxiong had such a virtue.

No matter how you look at it, it seems to be broken.

Bad...

Five enlightenment.

Jianren Qihai set his eyes on the white-haired young man standing on the roof not far away.

Thinking back on what that person did after he became a teacher, Jianren Qihai always felt that his doubts were reasonable.

At the same time, Haibara Yuu, who noticed Nanami Kento's expression, sighed.

"Actually, you also know the reason."

"I just... can't figure it out, and I'm very unwilling."

This is the first time that Hui Yuanxiong has responded directly to Nanami Jianren, and it is also the first time since the defection incident that he has actively mentioned about the seniors he admires.

Hui Yuanxiong's tone was very calm, his eyes were calm, like a pool of stagnant water.

"Obviously, senior Xia You would still smile and tell us to be careful when we go out on missions, not to be careless."

Just an ordinary afternoon.

It was no different from usual, but when he came back, he was told that Senior Xia You had been sentenced to death by the higher-ups, and the executor was still Senior Wutiao.

He couldn't tell what Hui Yuanxiong felt when he found out that Xia Youjie had defected.

"...Maybe it's easy."

"Compared to letting me watch my senior die like that, I would rather see him like this now."

Although this is very selfish, Hui Yuanxiong just doesn't want to watch the senior he revered and respected die in such a posture.

What's more, must the high-level people in the magic world be right?

"The people we listen to really represent justice, and are the decisions made reasonable and correct?"

Hui Yuanxiong looked at his friend beside him, and read the same thoughts as himself from the other person's face.

But they are also very clear that these ideas of theirs are "wrong".

Those people in the magic world will order their execution after they know about it.

"Sometimes, I wish..."

This magic world was simply burned down with a fire.

Burn those dirty, rotten things.

What power and interests, what status high and low.

As conjurers, isn't the only thing they need to do is to exorcise the curse spirit?

Qihai Jianren didn't speak.

In fact he didn't know what to say.

He just stood silently beside Hui Yuanxiong as before, looking at the sky not far away.

After a long time, Qihai Jiancai whispered: "Me too."

Who doesn't hate the current magic world?

Who doesn't feel disgusted by those who hold power above?

Everyone is just being patient.

However, some people will choose to draw their swords and resist.

Just as Hui Yuanxiong and Nanami Jianren stared at the sky in silence, there were bursts of roaring in the distance.

Countless obscure shadows descended from the sky, and distorted creatures spread from the other side of the city like a tide.

"It's the Night Walk of the Hundred Ghosts!"

"Attention everyone—"

The person in charge of communication at the farthest distance hadn't finished speaking when a knife-like weapon pierced his chest.

The man in cassock looked down at the corpse lying at his feet, and casually put away the blood-stained weapon in his palm.

As if seeing something dirty, Xia Youjie shook off the blood stains on his weapon.

At the same time, Xia Youjie moved away slowly to avoid being contaminated with those filthy things.

After doing these actions, Xia Youjie raised his hand and brushed a light-colored spider-like head of the curse spirit lying on his shoulder.

The tiny spider then made a joyous sound, then suddenly opened its mouth and put away Xia Youjie's weapon.

Also here, Xia Youjie chuckled.

He raised his eyes, followed the line of sight he had noticed before, and looked at his best friend.

"Long time no see, Wu."

Xia Youjie's eyes were slightly bent, and there was joy in the corners of his eyes and brows.

He talked to Gojo Satoru in a familiar tone like a real old friend, as if he wasn't the one who released countless spells to wreak havoc below.

"Jay, what are you doing?"

Rao had already received news that Xia Youjie was going to have a Night Walk of the Hundred Ghosts here, but Gojo Satoru never expected that the best friend in his impression would really do this.

"Is this the path you chose?"

Gojo Satoru really doesn't understand Xia Youjie's thoughts now.

In his opinion, it is true that all the upper echelons of the magic world are sick and crazy, and the orders they give are more ridiculous than the last, but they just need to cut off the rotten parts and kill the rotten ones. Just clean.

After the waste blood is discharged, fresh blood can be received, so that the magic world can be modified.

Isn't that the right idea?

"wrong."

Gojo Satoru smiled and shook his head when he saw his best friend across the way.

The friend in cassock looked at him with strange and complicated eyes.

"Wu, you are really too proud."

Gojo Satoru heard his close friend say so.

"You always take it for granted and think things are going to go your way."

"...Or, you have absolute confidence in your own strength. Absolute force gives you such confidence."

"But will things really go as you imagined?"

"How can you be sure that those so-called fresh blood won't go bad and won't be assimilated?"

Xia Youjie laughed lightly, but there was no smile in his eyes.

He slowly raised his finger to point in a certain direction.

"The magic world has been rotten from the root."

"The rotten smell permeates every place in the air, and you have been in such an environment for too long, so long that you are used to this stinky smell, and long enough to ignore what those monkeys are doing."

"If you live in a decaying place for a long time, you will also be dragged down."

Xia Youjie let out a breath slowly.

Behind him, more curse spirits poured out.

"It's not about what a person thinks."

"He's in a situation that's going to hold him down and teach him how to do the 'right thing.'"

The originally squinted eyes opened slightly, Xia Youjie smiled and looked at his expressionless best friend, and at Hui Yuanxiong and Qihai Jianren who rushed over.

He asked: "How can you be sure that what I did was wrong?"

"I'm just a person who can't bear it."

"The righteousness I pursue, the path I choose is this."

Xia Youjie took a step, and behind him, Honglong's huge body emerged.

The ferocious dragon head stared at the conjurer in front of him and roared.

"I want the monkeys to stop trampling on the lives of ordinary people at will."

Not far away, the neighing of the curse spirit resounded through the sky.

"I'm going to make those monkeys pay for what they did."

The conjurer's roar echoed with the sound of explosions.

"I want--"

"In this world, there is no class division between magicians and ordinary people, no exploitation and oppression, no darkness that dares to pretend to be justice to slander others."

The smile on Xia Youjie's face disappeared.

Behind him, more curse spirits surged and screamed, just like the reflection of Xia Youjie's heart, clamoring to tear apart everything that stood in front of him.

"The rotten world of conjuration needs a fire."

"I'm the one who raised the torch today, trying to burn them all down."

"That's all."

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