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Chapter 121 Torrential Rain, Tokyo, Bloodbath at the Auction (Part 5)

"The situation is really chaotic... I need to get to the scene before my second unit beats Su Zimai half to death."

On a street in Tokyo, a torrential downpour was underway, and there were no pedestrians in sight. Only a black Maybach stood out incongruously parked on the side of the street, enduring the wind and rain.

Inside the Maybach, Black Chrysalis pulled her legs back from the windshield, sighed, and slowly got up from her seat.

He opened the car door with the restraints, and the icy rain immediately rushed in. The downpour lashed through the cables and countless neon signs, pounding against every inch of the restraints wrapped around his body.

Tokyo in the rain is damp, cramped, and stifling.

Black Pupa slowly raised her head, using the restraint straps to bind the traffic light sign above her head. At the same time, she spread the restraint straps all over her body. Her slender figure swept through the rain, soaring upwards like a swallow, and landed precisely on top of the sign.

He crouched above the traffic light like a cat, looked up, and gazed at the Rain Palace Building shrouded in the rain in the distance.

"I can't interfere in the world in the mirror. Brother and Li Qingping should take care of themselves. If Old Man Guizhong can get there in time, he should be able to help them. If that big shot who is sleeping wakes up, he should be able to save their lives as well."

Thinking this, Black Chrysalis used restraint straps to bind the billboard in front of her, which was changing colors from red to blue.

With a light touch of the traffic lights beneath his feet, he leaped into the air, like a dark bird soaring through the neon lights torn apart by the heavy rain, and soon disappeared into the skies above the streets of Tokyo.

It was as if it had been swallowed up by this endless downpour.

Meanwhile, on the fifth floor of the Amamiya Building, inside the real-world auction house.

Bloodline raised her delicate eyebrows, lifted her crimson eyes from the corpses, glanced at Ke Qirui at the entrance, and then looked at Lin Zhengquan.

She curled the corners of her lips, turned to look at Xia Pingzhou, and said with great interest, "After dealing with the baby, finally we have something decent to look at. Otherwise, we would have regretted coming here with the newcomers."

At this moment, Xia Pingzhou and Ke Qirui were staring at each other from a distance.

The former's gaze was so cold it seemed to freeze, while the latter's gaze seemed to carry a hint of persuasion.

In fact, in Ke Qirui's plan, as long as she took the two near-disaster level members away from here, she could buy Xia Pingzhou a chance to escape the White Raven Brigade.
Of course... even if Xia Pingzhou didn't want to seize this opportunity to leave the Phantom Troupe, but instead chose to stay in the Phantom Troupe as an undercover agent, it wouldn't have much of an impact.

Because, setting aside Xia Pingzhou, only Lan Duoduo remained in the real auction house. With Xu Sanyan and Lin Zhengquan's abilities, they were more than capable of dealing with just one member.

Thinking of this, Ke Qirui moved forward while expressionlessly instructing the three people behind her:
“Next, I will hold off these two near-disaster level members. Sanyan and Zhengquan, you two take down the remaining two members. I can't keep an eye on the people outside from behind the movie screen, so you two should protect Mai Mai as much as possible. Her safety is the top priority. If you find that you are no match for the opponents, evacuate the auction house immediately.”

After speaking, Ke Qirui glanced at Xueyi and Ayase Origami through the retro one-way mirror.

The moment his gaze locked onto the two of them, a strange light flashed across his glasses.

The next moment, both Origami Ayase and the Bloodline opened their eyes slightly, only to see a black and white curtain suddenly form behind them.

They turned around suddenly, and an irresistible force pulled them into the movie screen.

Immediately afterwards, both movie screens in the auction room disappeared at the same time.

Instead, a dimly lit curtain appeared directly in front of Ke Qirui.

She glanced at the two figures on the movie screen, then looked back at Su Zimai, giving her a calm smile: "Take good care of my hat."

After speaking, Ke Qirui stepped into the movie screen.

When the bloodline opened its eyes again, what it saw was a long street in black and white.

At this moment, she and Origami Ayase stood beneath a black moon. The black streetlights and the black moonlight shone down, enveloping them. The colors on the long street were hazy, the black and white gradient making them feel as if they were in the world's most desolate abyss.

"Whoa...where is this place?"

The bloodline, like a hundred-year-old little girl, opened its eyes wide and looked around curiously.

Then she slowly turned her head to look at Ke Qirui not far away, curled the corners of her lips, and murmured softly, "Oh... the exorcist that the leader mentioned before, I remember now, the holder of the train demon and the movie demon."

"Ke Qirui, that's my name."

Ke Qirui introduced herself.

As she spoke, she subconsciously lowered the brim of her hat, only to realize that her stag hat had been moved to Su Zimai's head. She shook her head, her lead-black hair swaying gently in the air.

This is a silent world, like a silent film, where no sound can be heard from anywhere. So the only sound in the world is the faint murmur of three figures. Even when they speak in very low voices, it sounds incredibly loud.

Origami Ayase remained silent, her empty eyes suddenly turning cold as she seemed to recall that Number 12 was still outside.

Most of her papers were left at the auction, so only the spare papers in her kimono and a notebook remained—the ones she used to play Go with Xia Pingzhou.

Stacks of paper fluttered from her sleeves, piling up in mid-air to form a giant paper dragon, its scales overlapping and opening and closing. The paper dragon fell from the sky, crawling across the long street like a silent play.

Suddenly, the faint sound of an engine came from above, echoing through the silent street.

"The sound of a train engine?" Bloodline wondered.

Without any hesitation, Origami Ayase manipulated her paper dragon, flapping its wings and shooting towards Ke Qirui.

At that moment, a movie screen suddenly appeared behind Ke Qirui. She took a small step back and was absorbed into the screen, her figure reappearing on the roof of a house on the west side of the long street.

She stood beneath the black moon, silently looking down at the Bloodline and Origami Ayase on the long street.

As time went by, the engine noise that enveloped the silent street grew louder and louder, as if it was about to drown out the whole world.

Ke Qirui said calmly, "It's been a long time since any opponent has made it appear, so everyone thinks it's just a means of transportation, but actually... it's a man-eating monster."

In an instant, the paper dragon flapped its wings, stirring up a howling wind, and roared as it soared into the air, charging towards Ke Qirui like a gleaming white electric drill.

But at that very second, the engine noise that enveloped the silent world rose to its peak.

"Boom--!"

With a deafening roar, a spatial rift suddenly opened in mid-air.

Under the black moon, a retro-style train engine, entirely dark red, emerged from the crack, followed by a nearly hundred-meter-long train carriage. The world fell silent, as if torn apart by this sudden burst of dark red color.

The next instant, the train collided with the paper dragon that was rushing upwards through the cross section. The moment the train's front collided with the snow-white paper scales, the whole world seemed to shake.

Immediately afterwards, the paper dragon's body was shattered into thousands of sheets of paper by an unstoppable force.

The scattered pages fluttered down in the silent world, like a gentle rain falling slowly down the long street, passing over the heads of Bloodline and Ayase Origami.

The two raised their eyebrows and looked at the front of the train.

A dark red face was embedded in the front of the car. The face was old, but the eyebrows were long and thick, steam was blowing out of the nostrils, and the mouth was tightly pursed. It looked like an angry little old man.

"This is the legendary monster—the 'Train Demon'."

Looking at the demonic face embedded in the front of the car, the Bloodline couldn't help but twitch his lips. "I've really learned something new today."

"Annoying..."

Origami Ayase murmured to herself, her eyes growing increasingly cold. She gathered the scattered pieces of paper in mid-air into paper butterflies, which she then swirled around herself.

At the same time, Ke Qirui slowly took out a pipe from his trench coat pocket, put it in his mouth, and movie screens formed above his head.

The train demon's figure was fragmented by countless movie screens, scattered haphazardly in mid-air. No matter which direction you looked—north, west, south, or east—you could see fragments of the train emerging from the screens.

In the end, the shattered car bodies twisted into the shape of a "Möbius strip" in mid-air, hovering above Ke Qirui's head in a form that resembled a "fold".

Under the dark moon, Ke Qirui's cool hair swayed in the wind.

With her left hand in her trench coat pocket and her right hand holding a pipe, she lowered her head, took a calm drag, and looked down at the two people on the street.

"Well then... my two lovely ladies, let's see who the protagonist of this silent play is." She gazed at the Bloodline and Ayase Origami through the one-way mirror, a slow smile playing on her lips.

At the same time, inside the auction venue in the real world.

On the auction stage, Lan Duoduo, holding the Illustrated Catalogue of Strange Tales, shook his head and looked around, but he couldn't find the Bloodline or Ayase Origami in the auction house.

She leaned to the side, resting her head on Xia Pingzhou's shoulder, shook his neck, and said with a surprised expression:

"Holy crap! A newbie! Where are the vampire and the young lady? They just vanished like that?"

"He was taken away by that woman's movie demon," Xia Pingzhou said expressionlessly.

He stared motionless at the entrance to the auction house.

As Xu Sanyan walked towards the auction stage, he summoned the Sky Chaser, and a jet-black umbrella appeared out of thin air. He bent down slightly, grasped the dark red handle, and then suddenly raised the tip of the umbrella, aiming it at Lan Duoduo on the auction stage, and pulled the trigger on the handle.

"Bang!" With a sharp gunshot, a silver bullet shot out from the opening at the tip of the umbrella!

Lan Duoduo glanced sideways, and a card engraved with silver patterns flew out from her collection of strange tales. She grasped the card and crushed it with a "crack".

"A popular tale about a snowman in the deep mountains." Lan Duoduo moved her lips and said silently.

As soon as he finished speaking, a giant seven meters tall, covered in snow, stood in front of Lan Duoduo. It lowered its scarlet eyes and crossed its arms.

The silver bullet struck the snowman's arms, exploding into a burst of scorching mist that ravaged the snowman's body, melting the snow on its surface, but ultimately failing to penetrate its thick skin.

Xu Sanyan said expressionlessly, "The Envoy of Strange Tales... I hope he doesn't pull out a generational-level strange tale."

Lin Zhengquan said coldly, "Xu Sanyan, how can a generational extraordinary event be something that's commonplace?"

The snowman in the deep mountains gasped for breath, raised its scarlet eyes, and stomped its feet into a spiderweb-like crater in the ground, launching itself like a giant cannonball toward Xu Sanyan.

At that very moment, Lin Zhengquan summoned the Sky Chaser.

He was covered in a huge metal mechanical prosthetic, which armed him into a three-meter-tall mechanical giant. With heavy steps and a low growl, he charged towards the snowman, his right hand, covered with a metal gauntlet, swinging towards the snowman.

The snowman's body was blasted back two meters, and snowflakes fell to the ground.

"Number 5, you hold off these two," Xia Pingzhou said to Lan Duoduo. "I'll go take care of that small fry hiding in the back, and then I'll come back to help you."

"Don't call me number 5, call me Lan Duoduo!" Lan Duoduo muttered, then took out a silver mystery card from the mystery encyclopedia, crushed it with his hand, and said, "Common-level mystery: Headless Knight."

As soon as the words were spoken, a sharp neighing of a horse suddenly rang out in the auction hall. Immediately afterwards, a ghostly horse galloped down from mid-air, carrying a headless knight covered in armor, who held a long spear in his hand.

The headless knight charged in on his ghostly horse, joining the mountain yeti to meet Lin Zhengquan.

"Calm down... calm down, calm down, I can't do nothing."

Su Zimai frowned, summoned the Sky Chaser, and a magic glove immediately appeared on her right hand. At the same time, a black top hat appeared on her head, and a red cloak appeared behind her.

He looked just like a little magician.

Just as she was about to rush forward, she suddenly saw a silver-white figure appear from the corner of the auction house, running towards her at a phantom speed.

Su Zimai paused for a moment, lowered her face and stared intently. She saw a magnificent silver stone statue with blue flames burning in its eye sockets. A thin, cold flame trailed from the corner of its eye in mid-air, and the dagger in its right hand reflected a cold light.

At the same time, Xia Pingzhou avoided the battle between Lan Duoduo and Lin Xu and slowly walked over from a corner of the auction stage.

A black and white halo enveloped his body, forming a circular chessboard. The phantom images of chess pieces on the chessboard rotated slowly around him like satellites.

Xia Pingzhou stared at Su Zimai expressionlessly, as if he were looking at a corpse.

Su Zimai coldly met his gaze, and muttered to herself, word by word:
"Then come."

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