The Pseudo-Human Academy: Starting with a Bricklayer Personality

The shrine maiden before me had silver hair and blue eyes, and her skin was as white as snow. She was dressed in traditional shrine maiden attire, and her whole being exuded a pure and holy aura.

Yet this seemingly innocent girl blushed and uttered such blunt words.

Xu Feng's heart skipped a beat for a moment, his mind went blank, and he actually felt a slight flutter in his heart.

"Boss! No need to waste time talking to this guy!" The mutated toad-man behind them couldn't stand it anymore, puffing out his cheeks and saying angrily, "I think he just doesn't want us to join. Let's go! No need to put up with this!"

Yu tide finally lost her temper and slapped away Xu Feng's hand that was on her shoulder, her eyes full of warning: "Try messing around again."

Shirakami Yukihime bit her lip. Seeing that Xu Feng had no intention of stopping her, she turned around and prepared to leave with everyone.

"Wait!" Xu Feng suddenly called out to her, his cheeks inexplicably burning. He coughed twice to cover his embarrassment, and his tone became more serious. "Let's forget about joining... I agree to let's team up for now."

"But let me make this clear from the start: don't try anything funny. If you dare to harm the people around me, I will definitely not let you get away with it."

Shirakami Yukihime stopped, turned around, a hint of joy flashing in her blue eyes, and nodded emphatically:

"Of course, please rest assured, Mr. Xu Feng."

Xu Feng looked at the group of mutants behind her, who were in various shapes and beginning to resemble humans, and then at Hong Xia, who was still blushing, and Yu Xi, who had a dark expression. He couldn't help but wonder.

This national war is getting more and more outrageous. They even recruited a Japanese traitor witch who is suspected of worshipping the Jinghe Dragon King. What other bizarre things will happen next?

So far, no one has lost any personnel, which is a good thing.

Night had fallen, and Xu Feng had no intention of going out to investigate.

He knew that the clues would most likely not emerge until night, but he preferred to let others scout ahead first.

He would see if these people were safe and sound; if all went well, he would then take action himself.

My ears twitched slightly; I could hear rustling footsteps outside the window. Clearly, someone couldn't wait any longer and had already stepped into the night.

Shirakami Yukihime and Yamagami Toru, along with the mutated people from Fukushima, lived in the next room.

Hikawa Tsunamoto's thoughts coincided with Xu Feng's. He strictly ordered his men not to go out, and only arranged for a few samurai to take turns keeping watch at night.

Mohanlal, the infected in Ganges, had the four warriors of the Apocalypse take turns keeping watch, cut off a lock of his hair and left it in the house, and went out alone to search for the traces of the artifact of destiny.

Qin Yu, on the other hand, forcibly sent out several people to explore.

Although the Chinese chosen ones were unwilling, Qin Yu, as the team leader, could not disobey and had no choice but to bite the bullet and agree.

In Qin Yu's view, there are a large number of Chinese Chosen Ones in the national war instance, so even if a few commoners are lost, it is insignificant.

In the next room, Shirakami Yukihime knelt on the tatami mat, resting with her eyes closed. Yamagami, who had been listening intently to the sound of her ear pressed against the wall all night, spoke after a moment:

"Boss, there's been no movement from Mr. Xu Feng's side. Various countries have already sent people out to search for clues."

"If we and Mr. Xu Feng delay taking any action, and other groups find important clues and deliberately conceal them, it could be extremely disadvantageous for us."

Shirogane Yukihime slowly opened her eyes, her pale blue pupils calm and undisturbed:

"Mr. Xu Feng is too cautious. He is waiting for us to show our sincerity. Very well, I will send out a few clones to investigate."

As soon as she finished speaking, she exhaled gusts of snow. The snowflakes piled up and condensed on the ground, gradually turning into several small figures about half a person's height, and finally into a beautifully sculpted little girl.

Her own size also shrank, barely making her half a head taller than those little girls.

The priestess's robes slipped off her shoulders, revealing her smooth, fair skin. The mutants in the room and the mountain dweller, all aware of the danger, turned their heads away, unwilling to desecrate this sacred sight.

These little girls are dressed in the same shrine maiden outfit as Shirakami Yukihime, and they look just like she did when she was a child.

Shirogane Yukihime clutched her clothes, a gentle smile spreading across her face, and softly instructed:

"My children, go out and look for clues!"

"Yes, Mother." The little girls responded crisply, pushed open the door together, and their figures quickly disappeared into the night.

Hearing the commotion, Xu Feng from next door smiled slightly.

It seems that Shirakami Yukihime is planning to offer him her pledge of allegiance, but it remains to be seen what clues she will bring tomorrow morning.

Thinking this, he lay down on the tatami mat and slowly closed his eyes to rest.

In the latter half of the night, those who had gone out to explore returned one after another.

Although Mohanlar did not find any useful clues, he was not discouraged. Perhaps clues were not going to appear easily on the first night.

Hikawa Tsunamoto, who was sitting cross-legged, also opened his eyes. The footsteps he heard indicated that everyone who had gone out had returned.

The few people Qin Yu forcibly sent out did not conduct a serious investigation at all.

They randomly barged into a residential house, huddled in a corner until late at night, and then hurriedly returned.

In fact, this is true for the vast majority of people who travel; their lives are their own.

Even if they had resurrection items, no one was willing to use such precious things easily, and no one liked the taste of death.

Therefore, most of the people sent out on the first night just went through the motions.

The only ones who truly focused on carefully searching for clues were Mohanlar and the clone sent by Shirakami Yukihime.

Xu Feng suddenly opened his eyes, his fingertips rubbing his chin as he pondered.

All those who went out returned safely, which means that going out at night does not trigger any so-called taboo against death.

In this light, it's clear that Imamura Tano was hiding something when he forbade them from going out at night.

His ears twitched slightly again as he listened intently to the sounds coming from the next room. The snow clone of Shirogane Yukihime had returned.

The little girls, their faces showing a hint of disappointment, reported softly:

"Mom, we couldn't find any useful clues, but the cherry blossoms at night weren't pink, they were eerily black. The Sacred Blade City is so big, we're all exhausted from running around."

Shirakami Yukihime raised her hand and patted the little girls' heads, her gentle smile still on her face, softly encouraging them:

"It's alright, you've done a great job."

The little girls, flattered by the praise, immediately approached Shirogane Yukihime. The moment they touched her skin, they turned into snowflakes and merged into her body.

As a result, Shirakami Yukihime's body size returned to normal.