This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

The smell of burning burnt his nostrils, and there was a look of distorted resentment on every face.

Only now did Sakura Yuki understand what Bei Chuanji said just now, 'let your problems be solved by them. ’ What exactly does that mean.

This is the hatred spanning ten years, the thick black resentment soaring to the sky, even Beichuan Temple couldn't help frowning.

Mr. Beichuan. A voice sounded from behind Beichuan Temple.

Bei Chuanji looked back, and then saw Sakura Yuki behind him in a black skirt half-stained with blood.

Her complexion was pale, and her pupils, which had no whites, turned scarlet and evil, and traces of black air emerged from her body.

In the end, Sakura Yuki took this path.

Resentment.

I have kept the agreement. Beichuan Temple said.

He was not at all surprised by Sakura Yuki who appeared behind him.

Because it was Beichuan Temple who brought her here from the library.

During the process of sending her here, Kitagawa Temple also mentioned that Sakura Yuki might turn into a wraith. As long as she continues to stay in the library, there should be no problem.

But Yuki Sakura smiled heartily at that time, with a quiet and elegant temperament blooming: Then, I will trouble Kitagawa-kun to get rid of me.

Kitagawa Temple still remembers Sakura Yukina's expression with black tears streaming from the corners of her eyes as she spoke.

Obviously scared, but I still want to be with my classmates at the last moment.

Obviously it's just a spirit, but it still maintains its kind personality in life.

 …

Sakura Yuki also understands her current changes.

Perhaps the biggest point is mentality.

She felt that she was omnipotent, and a tyrannical emotion that she had never had before was churning in her mind. Looking at Beichuan Temple in front of her, she couldn't help but want to reach out and tear him in half.

Black saliva slipped from his mouth, Sakura Yuki looked at Kitagawa Temple's neck, couldn't help stretching out his claws...

——

Kitagawa Temple's icy eyes made Sakura Yuki quickly regain consciousness.

She hastily withdrew her hand, and her clear and clean voice became distorted and hoarse:

Mr. Beichuan... wait a moment... act quickly, I'm afraid of pain.

You go. Beichuan Temple stared at her with a calm expression.

Sakura Yuki nodded, and with a scarlet airflow, she rushed into the black hole wrapped around the human face with all her strength.

Rumble——

With a low muffled sound and a disgusting twist, Sakura Yuki's body floated above the black hole of the human face.

The jet-black fluid turned into Sakura Yuki's long black hair, and her painfully scorched face turned into a decoration on the long hair. The black dress on her body completely faded into a blood-red long dress, and there seemed to be something twisted under the skirt Drilling.

As the only sane spirit, Sakura Yuki took the initiative in an instant.

The resentment was even worse, and the thick and substantial resentment made Sakura Yuki's eyes puff up and his throat violently agitated.

Ordinary people can't even breathe under this kind of resentment.

This is the complete middle-level wraith. Beichuan Temple squinted his eyes, while expressionlessly trying to tear Xi Kutiao, who was tightly clutching his collar and trembling, off his body.

The whole Class B of the second year, with ten years of resentment brewing, was only one step away from the middle-level vengeance. Finally, with the entry of the former party, Sakura Yuki, it finally stepped into the threshold of the middle-level vengeance.

Now we'll see if Sakura can maintain the clarity in his mind.

Beichuan Temple watched the opponent's movements with burning eyes, and at the same time reached out to cover Nishi Kujo's pitiful eyes.

...Yuki... Sakura Yuki was almost dying.

After being impacted by such a strong resentment, her vitality has also dissipated a lot.

Sakura Yuki was about to continue talking, but the next moment——

Her body and the student bench were lifted up by Sakura Yuki, who twisted and deformed her hands.

Amidst the scalp-numbing and twisting sounds, the sound of bone shattering and blood plasma bursting together constituted the most miserable mourning.

Everyone knows how to twist a towel, but no one knows what a complete human being will look like when someone twists a towel.

But Beichuan Temple saw it.

Blood sprayed into Sakura Yuki's mouth like a fountain, and this crisp and neat way of death made Sakura Yuki die without even a wail.

Sucha High School is quiet.

It seems to be the same as usual, except for a crisp snapping sound or two occasionally coming from it.

At this moment, Kitagawa Temple pulled out the spiritual dagger Kanesada that was rewarded by the mission.

Rather than saying that Kanesada looks like a dagger, it is better to say that it is closer to a short dagger. The handle and the entire body of the dagger are shockingly short, about ten centimeters from a rough look.

Moreover, there was a thick black blood stain on the dagger blade that could not be erased at all, which made the gleaming silver Kanesada look quite dim.

System prompt: You have discovered the 'Lingdagger Kanesada'.

Spirit Dagger Kanesada: This is an unknown and bloody dagger. Because the builder loved it so much, he used it to pierce his own heart in order to prevent others from getting it. So far, it is rumored that those who have obtained Kanesada will see the undead carrying a scarlet forging hammer. Countless collectors have gone crazy over getting it, hope you won't be next.

System prompt: Kanesada will grow with the spiritual body you absorb.

System prompt: Concumbent is a special item for retreating spirits, which cannot be seen by ordinary people, nor can it be detected by scientific means. Only by instilling special powers can others perceive the existence of Kanesada.

The smell of blood came from the dagger body.

Kitagawa Temple turned his wrist, Kanesada draped the handle of the dagger, flying across his fingers like a butterfly.

He looked back, and on the other side, Sakura Yuki, whose body was soaring, had already thrown the cortex-only corpse aside, and his scarlet eyes turned to him.

The cold and tyrannical red dress fluttered with the wind, and her claws were still dripping blood drop by drop.

In the end, Sakura Yuki still failed?

Kanesada slipped into his hand, Kitagawa Temple held his breath, not daring to neglect at all.

This is the first time he has really confronted a medium-level wraith in a full state, and he should do his best both emotionally and rationally.

After all, the gap between elementary wraiths and medium wraiths is different in level.

Just when Bei Chuanji was on full alert, he found that Sakura Yuki's body suddenly trembled violently.

Bei, Beichuan-kun... Hurry up...

Sakura Yuki's hoarse voice came out, but soon, this voice was covered up again, and the clarity in the other party's eyes only remained for a moment, and a strange and cold voice came out:

Beichuan-kun looks so special... I really want to tear it apart... I really want to—

Before she finished speaking, her whole body paused again.

It turned out that before Sakura Yuki was trembling and hadn't opened her mouth to speak, Kitagawa Temple had already leaned forward, turned her wrist, and with a forward momentum, he thrust Kanesada fiercely into her neck.

Like a hot knife cutting through butter, Kanesada's sharpness is not compromised by its plain appearance.

The head flew up.

The voice of Beichuan Temple also came out:

I can only use this method, it shouldn't make you feel pain.

The moment Sakura Yuki paused was an opportunity.

Beichuan Temple is not like the protagonists of some novels, who obviously have the opportunity to solve everything, but they still have to talk and pretend for a while before solving the matter.

That's just a purely pretentious plot need.

From the very beginning, Beichuan Temple has the character of never saying a word as long as he can do it.

Besides—

This itself was Sakura Yuki's request.

but...

Kitagawa Temple pulled Kanesada back with his fingertips, and when he looked back, the opponent's head flew back, accompanied by a disgusting wriggling sound, the neck was connected to the head again.

It seems... things are far from easy to end.

There was a trace of lifelessness in Beichuan Temple's eyes again.

Thank you Stardust の Confusion for being the rudder of this book. Thanks a knight e for the sad wind, the clear clouds, the oaths are as beautiful as poetry, the lonely hour, and Yu Fengnianbei for their rewards. Thank you so much!

Also about the relationship between men and women. Uh... The supporting actor in this book is not lost after one use, that is to say, there will be roles in the future - it's only 170,000 words, so it's useless to care about it.