Why is my anime art style so weird?

This explains why Azami Nakiri went to such great lengths to do these seemingly unnecessary things.

It was precisely to imbue the deaths of these five people with a sense of ritual, corresponding one by one to the 'Five Elements' mutual generation.

Nakiri Azami's ambitions are considerable!

In any case, it's already past midnight, and when the sun rises and sets again, everything will be over!

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—Congratulations, host, for completing the event 'Tenshukaku - Ashina's Tragedy (2 stars)'. Quest settlement in progress...

—Settlement complete, event completion rate: 70%.

—Gained 55 Strange Points (110%)

As Xu Ming had predicted, Ashina Genichiro escaped, and the event's completion rate was barely above the passing mark.

Fortunately, the other task was also completed, and quite well at that. I'm sure I'll get some good stuff from it.

—Congratulations, host, for completing the extra mission 'Avengers (2 stars)'. Mission settlement in progress...

Settlement complete, event completion rate: 100%

—Gained 150 Strange Points (300%)

—Receive bonus reward: ? ? ? (Upgradeable), claim (Yes/No)

Once the two tasks were completed, Xu Ming's pockets were full again, and he unknowingly gained another 245 strange points.

But the strangeness is secondary; the more crucial element is that extra reward.

Unexpectedly, the system played a mystery by blurring out the name of the extra reward.

This piqued Xu Ming's curiosity, and he eagerly chose to claim it.

hum!

After a dazzling flash of light, an indescribable weapon appeared in Xu Ming's hand!

Under the light, the weapon gleamed with a dark, eerie light. Its shape resembled a '7', with flat ends.

That's right, it is an indescribable holy sword of physics, commonly known as a crowbar!

The moment Xu Ming got his hands on the crowbar, he was completely dumbfounded.

He gripped the crowbar, itching to smash something hard.

The Holy Sword of Physics (2-star, upgradable) – A super weapon forged by an indescribable being, capable of disrupting the laws of physics.

Current results—

1. Force Stacking: When striking the same target within 10 seconds, the force will stack. The first strike is 1x, the second is 2x, the third is 4x, the fourth is 8x, and the maximum stacking is five times, i.e., 16x. If the target is not struck for more than 10 seconds, the force will be concentrated and released.

The effect is halved on targets with a soul level of 3, and has no effect on targets of level 3 or higher.

Chapter 122 Strange Oil Painting

"Miss Aoyama, everything has been moved. We'll take our leave now."

Three young men dressed in orange overalls and wearing baseball caps with '666' written on them bowed to Aoyama Nanami.

"Thank you all for your hard work, thank you very much!"

Aoyama and Nanami bowed in return.

After the moving company employees left.

"Alright! Time to get to work!"

Looking at the room full of cardboard boxes of all sizes, Aoyama Nanami rolled up his sleeves with great enthusiasm.

The moving company staff worked efficiently, and by noon they had moved the couple's belongings from Sakura-sou to their new home.

This gives her most of the day to tidy up.

"Nanami, do you need my help?"

Wearing casual clothes and carrying a shoulder bag, Shiina Mashiro asked in a low voice with a blank expression.

Aoyama Nanami couldn't help but recall the fear of being dominated by Shiina Mashiro last night.

I asked her to help pack, but the more she cleaned, the messier it got. In the end, I had to unpack and reorganize everything, which doubled my workload.

Aoyama Nanami quickly pressed Shiina Mashiro down onto the sofa, smiling broadly as she said:

"Mashiro, just sit and rest. You must be tired after a long day."

"I see."

Shiina Mashiro nodded obediently.

A few hours later.

Aoyama Nanami stood up, pounded her aching back with her fist, and looked at the room, which had been roughly cleaned up, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Japanese moving companies offer full-service and partial-service options.

It's all-inclusive; customers don't need to lift a finger during the move, they just need to stand by and supervise.

For semi-packaged meals, customers need to pack and organize the food themselves.

To save money, Aoyama Nanami naturally opted for the cheaper half-package option.

She rubbed her aching shoulders and looked up out the window.

At this moment, the setting sun outside the window casts its rays through the window, making the entire room appear as if it had been splashed with a layer of blood-red paint.

"Is it already so late?"

Aoyama Nanami looked around the room in surprise.

At this moment, Shiina Mashiro had disappeared, and she was all alone in the empty room, except for the cardboard boxes scattered all over the floor.

Unwittingly, Aoyama Nanami's gaze fell upon the strange oil painting hanging on the wall.

The painting depicts a young girl wearing a red dress with a cold expression.

Looking at the painting, Aoyama Nanami suddenly felt a chill.

She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she always felt that under the setting sun, the girl's red dress seemed to become exceptionally vibrant, like fresh blood.

Her mind involuntarily drifted back to the scene a few days earlier when the real estate agent had taken her and Mashiro to see a house...

"Miss Aoyama! This house is really great. It's conveniently located, only a 20-minute drive from Roppongi."

Moreover, this apartment building is patrolled 24 hours a day by at least five security personnel. They are all professionally trained, so there are absolutely no security issues, making it especially suitable for single women like you and Ms. Mashiro.

In addition, the apartment also has a dedicated property manager who is available whenever needed…

The real estate agent, wearing wire-rimmed glasses, eloquently described all the advantages of the house.

Aoyama Nanami nodded repeatedly.

It's not that she's young and easily deceived.

As a seasoned veteran with extensive work experience and social experience, including a period of time as a real estate agent, Aoyama Nanami can easily sift through long, rambling monologues from his colleagues to extract useful information.

The transportation is convenient, and after checking Google Maps, it is indeed true.

Security was of utmost importance to these two frail young girls.

Aoyama Nanami specifically searched online for the security company responsible for this apartment building and found that, as the other party said, it was indeed a formal, comprehensive, and highly rated security company.

The property management company has indeed received positive reviews.

However, most importantly...

"Such excellent conditions, yet the price is 20% lower than the market price! Miss Aoyama, I'm not bragging, but if it weren't for the fact that you two are just students with limited savings, it would definitely not be this price! If this property were put on the market, everyone would be scrambling to buy it!"

"really……"

Aoyama Nanami nodded slightly, while Shiina Mashiro wore a blank expression that said, "I don't understand, but it has nothing to do with me."

Of course, with the real estate agent's shrewdness, she had already noticed which of the two women was in charge of the wallet.

He focused his attention on Nanami Aoyama from beginning to end.

Besides the two women and the real estate agent, there was also a middle-aged woman dressed in black who appeared very quiet.

I learned through the agent that she was the mother of the original owner of the house, and she was in charge of handling the transfer of ownership.

Compared to the enthusiastic real estate agent, the homeowner seemed quite silent, as if he didn't care at all whether the house could be sold.

Seeing that Aoyama Nanami still looked hesitant, the agent added fuel to the fire.

“Ms. Aoyama, if you don’t make a reservation today, this house will probably belong to someone else tomorrow. You know, you’re not my only client…”

"I……"

Aoyama Nanami's expression became even more conflicted.

Based on her experience, there was definitely something wrong with this house, but the price was just too tempting for her to give up.

Just then, she noticed that Shiina Mashiro was staring intently in one direction, her eyes unblinking.

"Mashiro, what are you looking at?"

As Aoyama Nanami casually asked the question, he followed her gaze and noticed a strange portrait hanging on the wall.

It depicts a girl in a red dress with a cold expression. The artist's skill is superb; the girl in the painting is so lifelike that she seems almost alive.

But precisely because it's so similar, Aoyama Nanami felt a little uncomfortable.

She always felt that the girl in the painting was looking at her with cold eyes, which chilled her to the bone.

"This painting is..."

Qingshan Qihai forced himself to remain calm and pointed to the portrait, asking the intermediary.

"Um... I'm sorry, I'm not quite sure."

The intermediary's eyes darted around, and he spoke ambiguously.

Aoyama Nanami's eyes narrowed instantly.

Something's definitely fishy!

"This painting was left by the previous owner, who was a painter. The woman in the portrait is his fiancée."