Why is my anime art style so weird?

Hayama Hideo shouted at the top of his lungs.

However, no one paid any attention to him.

Soon, he was completely engulfed by the charred corpse...

When Xu Ming emerged from the forest, all that remained in the clearing in front of the cabin was a charred corpse and a pool of blood mixed with bits of flesh.

"You've completed your revenge. What are your plans now?"

Huang Lu Meisha looked up and gazed at the sky.

At this moment, the dark clouds dispersed, and a beam of moonlight descended from the sky, enveloping her completely. The dark aura around her vanished instantly, as if she had been purified.

Misaya Konji turned to look at Kaori Tachibana, who was standing quietly to the side, her eyes as gentle as moonlight.

"I will give everyone an explanation, and I will also fulfill my vow."

Huang Lu Meisha stretched out her hand as she spoke.

With her anger completely gone, Tachibana Kaori walked over and gently placed her hand in Misaya Kiriro's palm, their fingers intertwined.

The two bowed deeply to Xu Ming.

"Thank you so much for your help."

They weren't fools. Xu Ming's loud verbal attacks on Ryougi Shiki were also a warning to them, which allowed them to escape the scene and carry out their revenge.

Xu Ming touched his nose sheepishly.

His original intention was actually to test the scoring mechanism of the system.

However, the result was still good.

As the sage said: Judge by actions, not intentions.

Having figured this out, Xu Ming quickly felt relieved.

He silently watched the two slowly walk into the cabin.

Soon, flames rose up and engulfed the entire cabin.

Under the moonlight, the raging flames resembled a blooming red lotus.

It is both death and destruction, but it also brings purification and rebirth.

Inside the wooden house, Misaki Huang Lu sat on the floor against the wall, which was probably the most ill-mannered thing she had ever done in her life.

Looking at the raging flames all around her, her heart was surprisingly calm, even feeling a joy of breaking free from her cage and soaring into the free sky.

Misaya Konji turned and stared at Kaori Tachibana beside her.

Kaori Tachibana also quietly looked back at her.

The flames seemed to transport time back to the past.

"senior……"

A girl with a ponytail, who looked somewhat rustic, called out softly.

"Senior, this novel is really good. It's about..."

The girl approached her with a book in her hand.

Misaya Konji could even smell the faint fragrance emanating from the girl.

"Senior, I've made a little snack. Please try it."

The girl blushed and handed over a box of exquisitely made wagashi (Japanese sweets), but turned her head slightly away as if she didn't dare to look at her.

A few rays of afternoon sunlight filtered through the treetops, and the girl, seemingly tired, fell asleep leaning on her shoulder.

Gazing at the peaceful sleeping face on her shoulder, Misaya Konji felt an unprecedented sense of tranquility.

I wish this moment could last forever...

Ding!

—Congratulations, host, for completing the event 'Grade 11 Class D: Flames of Vengeance (3.5 stars)'

—This is a branch event, which significantly increases the completion rate of the main event.

really!

Xu Ming realized that his choice was correct; completing the mission did not necessarily require fighting and killing.

If he were to resolve the incident in the same way he had in the past, he might have to confront a level 4 evil spirit.

Even after going through a lot of trouble to defeat the opponent, the score may not be high.

The system seems to prefer that he understand the truth behind the incident and make choices that do not go against his conscience, rather than a reckless man who only knows how to solve problems with his fists.

Looking at the burning cabin, Xu Ming sighed and turned to leave.

Misaya Konji and Kaori Tachibana have completed their revenge; now it's his turn to fight...

The chapel under the night sky loses some of its solemnity and gains a touch of tranquility.

Xu Ming walked to the front of the chapel and just placed his hand on the door.

Squeak!

The door hinges creaked as the solid wood door slowly opened.

Xu Ming stared at the automatically opening door with a solemn expression.

The thing in the darkness seemed to be extending a silent invitation, or rather, a provocation, to him.

After summoning the piglet and Erina, he took his phone and crowbar and slowly walked into the chapel.

There were no lights in the chapel; only moonlight shone through the stained glass windows.

The dark chapel was tinged with a few streaks of vibrant color.

With the help of some color, the three of them quickly made out the scene in the chapel.

The piglet was immediately frightened and jumped onto Xu Ming's shoulder.

Inside the dimly lit chapel, rows of black wooden benches were occupied by nuns dressed in black veils.

They stood with their backs to the three men, heads bowed, seemingly in prayer, and indescribable, eerie murmurs drifted from the darkness.

A gust of wind blew in from outside, causing the sheer curtains by the window to billow and tumble, as if countless ghosts were drifting through the chapel.

This scene is enough to send chills down one's spine.

Xu Ming held up his phone, aiming it at the nun who was praying silently on the bench. He would press the shutter button immediately if she showed any signs of aggression.

But after waiting for a while, the spirits of the nuns remained seated, silently praying, seemingly oblivious to the three men who had entered the chapel.

The little piglet and Erina both glanced at Xu Ming, seemingly waiting for his decision.

"Let's go in and take a look."

Xu Ming added another sentence.

Be careful.

The pig and the person nodded.

Soon they walked along the aisle in the middle of the benches toward the statue of Jesus in the center of the chapel.

The little piglet sitting on Xu Ming's shoulder couldn't help but curiously turn around to look at the nun on the bench.

"what!"

It let out a startled cry and almost fell off Xu Ming's shoulder.

Those sitting on the benches were actually mummified corpses dressed in nuns' habit!

Chapter 262 The Underground Palace

These mummies had blackened, cracked skin covered in wrinkles resembling tree bark.

They sat there motionless, their hands clasped together, as they had always done in life, silently praying.

Xu Ming, because of the commotion caused by the piglets, turned around and saw the mummified corpses of the nuns.

He frowned but didn't say anything, though he became more vigilant.

The three of them quickly crossed the rows of benches and arrived at the foot of the statue of Jesus.

Xu Ming activated his spiritual vision, attempting to find clues.

Suddenly! He noticed that two lines of blood-red tears suddenly streamed down the eyes of the Jesus statue.

A deep prayer suddenly filled the empty chapel.

The mummified nuns sitting on the benches suddenly came to life, abruptly raising their heads and staring intently at the three men with their withered eyes.

The atmosphere in the chapel suddenly became eerie.

An eerie chant echoed through the chapel.

Blood and tears dripped from the image of Jesus, quickly forming a pool of blood beneath it.

Suddenly, a huge rumble came from the floor tiles beneath the statue, and the floor slowly slid open, revealing a dark hole.

Xu Ming stared in surprise at the unknown cave.

This ancient chapel hides such a secret.

Once the entrance to the underground cave was fully opened, the nun's spirit, who had been sitting on the bench, turned to ashes and vanished into the air.

Xu Ming cautiously shone his phone light into the hole.

The entrance to this secret cave seemed quite deep; the light from my phone couldn't reach the bottom at all, only illuminating a patch of moss-covered, somewhat dilapidated stone steps.

Xu Ming was still a little worried, so he turned around and waved to Erina.

"Erina, throw a fireball down and see."

"Yes, my lord."

Erina immediately obeyed and closed her eyes. Her purple hair instantly turned into a dazzling gold, as if the dim church had been illuminated.

When she opened her eyes again, a clear hint of displeasure was evident in them, as if to say, 'You've brought this young lady to such a filthy place again.'

Nevertheless, Erina obediently raised her hand, condensed several bright fireballs in her palm, and threw them into the underground passage.