Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 72.010. The Sin of Blasphemy

"Hey, what's wrong with you!"

The exclamations from his subordinates drew everyone's attention.

Only then did everyone present realize that two or three people, who were perfectly fine a moment ago, had turned into stone statues the next second.

Both groups of people were so frightened that they retreated.

Lust scoffed and said, "Someone's got some nerve."

Tsuchikata Tsukasa and Tani Taro's faces were ashen. The latter demanded, "What did you do to them?!"

Lust glanced at him.

Tani Taro, who was already lacking in imposing presence, turned pale with fright after being glared at like that.

The woman ignored them and didn't answer at all.

Enraged, he blocked Tani Taro's path and said in a cold voice, "It's your own people who have dirty minds, so you can't blame anyone else."

"joke!"

Although Tani Taro wasn't of high rank, his subordinates had no choice but to say, "Even if they are elite guards, they can't just kill people at will, can they?"

"Kid, tell your gang to shut up their filthy thoughts. You've committed enough sins already. If you don't want to die, get out of here!"

Greed snorted coldly.

Everyone was suddenly startled.

Lustful, with her hands on the bar, legs crossed, revealing denim shorts and high-heeled sandals, her slender waist and long legs swaying: "I didn't lay a hand on her, but anyone with improper thoughts will be petrified."

She deliberately turned her head, her eyes, peeking out from behind her off-the-shoulder top, were alluring yet held a dangerous glint: "You—you understand, right?"

Piba.

Two more petrified bodies were added, and they shattered upon impact.

The crowd retreated in fear.

Now that you understand, anyone with malicious intentions will be petrified.

You can't even have a thought about it.

But the brain doesn't change its mind; the powerful psychological suggestion instantly killed the three.

"Witch..."

Among the frightened crowd, many voices murmured.

"Give us back our brothers!"

Someone shouted.

"Boys, haven't you noticed that the anger in your hearts is like a wild beast, about to burst forth from your bodies?" the bald man said coldly in a fit of rage. When he stood up, his imposing physique was no weaker than that of Tsuchikata Tsukasa, who had dragon and tiger tattoos.

"Your original sins are not limited to lust."

"Based on these offenses you have committed: wrath, greed, pride, envy, and lust, any one of these five offenses would be enough for us to turn you to ashes without lifting a finger."

Both of their faces turned deathly pale.

"Do you think the Seven Deadly Sins only represent your own sins?" His greedy eyes shone like lava under the orange light. "They are the sins that control you."

"If you know what's good for you, get lost!"

Everyone suddenly realized they were drenched in cold sweat; they had all been a bit out of control tonight, as if the rage in their hearts could consume their reason at any moment. Coming to their senses, they discovered they had almost lost their lives, having dared to provoke even these giants.

"Let's go!" Both groups of people, their faces ashen, went their separate ways and stormed out the door.

Gluttony kindly explained: "Lust can sense other people's evil thoughts about her. Once she has such thoughts, she will suffer a petrification curse. Others also have similar manipulative abilities."

You Donglongma nodded hesitantly. He realized once again that his companions possessed extraordinary power, and he was deeply shocked. In a short time, his worldview was once again shaken.

The idea of ​​precepts based on original sin, which seemed like something out of a fantasy, was actually happening right before my eyes.

"We'll pay the compensation according to the original agreed-upon exclusive price, Old Li, don't be too stingy!" Tu Fangzuka Mamoru threatened at the very end.

The person involved still greeted him with a smile: "Take care."

Ignoring them, Lust addressed the young bartender behind the counter, who was pale with fright, and said, "A Snowball, buddy, you know how to make it, right?"

"Yes, yes." Jin Ziyue nodded.

He quickly regained his composure: "What flavor of ice cream would you like?"

"The original flavor, the beige one," the woman said.

Old Li bowed and said, "Thank you all for your help. This must be Ryoma-kun who is about to enter the hall. The hall master has already received the notice and is preparing for Ryoma-kun's new life ceremony."

You Donglongma nodded: "Hello. Nice to meet you."

Greed, knowing this man's cunning, took over the conversation and began to talk to him.

Actually, the old man was just testing the Seven Deadly Sins' bottom line on behalf of the Burning Mountain Hall Master. Although he promised to help, he still needed to carefully consider the extent to which he would help.

Fortunately for the old man, because he needed their help, the seven members of the Seven Deadly Sins seemed to be biased towards the Burning Mountain Hall.

Jin Ziyue had already chilled the glass, poured Sprite into it, and was shaking the cocktail shaker back and forth with both hands. His movements had a kind of charm that was both soft and strong, as if the second of hesitation and the second of collision were art.

"Your technique is quite skillful," Lust teased, sipping his drink.

"You flatter me, sir." Jin Ziyue poured the prepared yellow liquor into crushed ice and mixed it with Sprite. Countless bubbles instantly appeared in the glass, hissing and popping. As the bubbles rose, an ice cream snowball landed steadily on the liquor and floating ice, with the straw also standing upright on the side of the glass.

Watching the young bartender carefully place the lemon slices on the coaster, then respectfully push the cocktail with both hands, the movements fluid and graceful, is undeniably a pleasure.

“Your snowball,” Jin Ziyue said gently.

"Brother, you're amazing!" exclaimed the dragon horse.

"Thank you, you flatter me. I'm just a temporary worker; the real master bartenders only work at night." The bartender habitually wiped the bar counter and smiled at Ryoma, "Would you like a drink?"

"I...have never been to a bar before."

"Is this your first time? Would you prefer whiskey or a cocktail?"

He glanced at the arrogant man, who was quietly sipping his drink. The others, eager to try their luck, prepared to order some wine.

"Is the crisis over?"

Bing Shi smiled and said, "Don't worry about ordering."

"Then let's talk about cocktails. The whiskey must be really strong." Ryoma recalled his life in his twenties, a solitary and lonely existence with virtually no opportunity to participate in such social gatherings.

"For cocktails, how about gin and tonic? Tonic water and gin, with a little lemon juice, would make it smoother and lighter."

"Okay. Are you human, young man?" Ryoma asked curiously.

The young bartender chuckled, steadily tilting the bottle in his hand, and said, "Sir, you're joking, aren't you? Are you an alien?"

"Haha. Martian." Ryoma thought the young man's smile was very friendly. Perhaps the lives of humans, unaware of his situation, were more carefree. Looking at his diligent work, he was reminded of his own uneventful days as a reporter.

"May I ask your name, guest?" Jin Ziyue asked gently as he wiped the cup.

"You've got a dragon horse, what about you, young man?"

"Guests can call me 'Jin'."

"Huh?" Ryoma was somewhat surprised. "A Chinese."

The man held the Gintosh in both hands and pushed it in front of the dragon horse, saying:

"Yes, I came to study in District 16 and do odd jobs here."

Here's my daily work report!

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(End of this chapter)