Why is my anime art style so weird?

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The dagger pierced the body, the sound of flesh being torn apart by a sharp weapon was heard, and blood spurted out.

Xu Ming stared blankly at the burly figure blocking his way.

At the critical moment, the monk Huijing rushed in front of him and took the fatal blow for him.

"Damn it! Damn it!!"

General Yan was unwilling to give up. He tried to pull the dagger out of Monk Huijing's body, but his only remaining hand was held tightly by Monk Huijing, and he could not break free.

The next second, a blood-red crowbar slammed into his head.

One, two...

The combined force shattered half of General Yantou's head!

Xu Ming quickly helped the monk Huijing lie down on the ground, and then swiftly took out a first-aid kit from his backpack.

But when he lifted the monk Huijing's robe to examine his wounds, he couldn't help but sigh deeply.

The monk Huijing's liver and nearby organs were completely punctured, which would be fatal in such a remote and impoverished place as Monster Mountain.

In other words, he's beyond saving.

Xu Ming squatted down beside him, trying various methods to stop the bleeding.

For example, they would wear the 'Saintess's Prayer' on him, and even spend strange points to exchange for healing drugs.

However, none of them worked.

The monk Huijing was a Buddhist, and the conflict of faith caused the 'Holy Maiden's Prayer' to have the opposite effect, which frightened Xu Ming so much that he quickly withdrew it.

The system shop has tens of thousands of strange points for medicines and items that can heal fatal wounds, which is far beyond what Xu Ming can afford to exchange for right now.

The effects of low-level medicines are limited, and after use, Monk Huijing's life force continued to decline irreversibly.

Blood kept gushing from the wound, and nothing could stop it. It seemed that the life force of the monk Huijing was also flowing out with the blood, and his face grew paler and paler.

Xu Ming sighed, looking at the monk who had saved his life with a complicated expression.

After a long silence, Xu Ming finally voiced the question that had been bothering him.

Why...why did you do this?

A grim smile appeared on the pale face of the monk Huijing.

“I owe you two lives, and I’m returning one to you now. You owe my master one life, and we’re even.”

"..."

Xu Ming opened his mouth, but was speechless.

I thought it was just a joke, but it turned out to be a self-fulfilling prophecy.

After a moment of silence, Xu Ming spoke:

"What other wishes do you have?"

A pale smile appeared on the face of the monk Huijing, whose face was gradually losing its color.

"Ashes, send my and my senior brother's ashes back to my master."

Xu Ming pursed his lips tightly, and after a while, he nodded with utmost seriousness.

"Okay, I promise you."

No matter how difficult it is, no matter who tries to stop me, I will safely return your ashes to your sect.

Xu Ming made a silent promise in his heart.

"I'm a little tired and want to rest for a while."

As the monk Huijing spoke, he slowly closed his eyes.

Xu Ming reached out, wanting to wake him up and tell him he couldn't sleep, because if he did, he might never wake up again.

However, seeing the monk Huijing's eyebrows, mouth, and cheeks slowly relax, the fierceness on his face disappear, and his expression gradually become more relieved, Xu Ming's face showed a trace of pity, and he slowly withdrew his hand...

The monk Huijing had a dream in which he seemed to return to the past.

He was ten years old that year.

Hungry and dazed, I arrived at the foot of Mount Hiei. Finally, I was too exhausted to continue and collapsed to the ground.

Then he saw an old monk slowly walking towards him.

The old monk picked him up and gave him food.

At the dinner table, he wolfed down his food while secretly vowing to repay the person who had fed him and saved his life.

Later, he became the old monk's second disciple, and the old monk gave him a Dharma name—Huijing.

He doesn't like to use his brain; he only knows that his master saved his life, so his life belongs to his master.

He would do whatever his master told him to do, even if it meant his life...

Suwa Taisha Shrine, inside the temple.

Kanako Yasaka stared blankly at the water mirror in front of her.

At this moment, the water mirror that had been displaying the names of all the contestants had become blurry, just like a computer with its network cable disconnected.

Even though Kanako Yasaka knew it was completely useless, she still stared intently at the water mirror in front of her, like a drowning person clutching at the last straw.

Even though she knew very well that this straw could not save her life, she still clung to it tightly.

Just then, Suwako Moriya suddenly tugged at her sleeve and looked at her with a strange expression.

"Kanako, it seems that the source of faith in Youkai Mountain has been severed again."

Kanako Yasaka raised her head in a daze, looking at Suwako Moriya with a blank expression.

"What?!"

Suwako Moriya sighed softly, knowing that the previous events had been a great blow to her close friend.

So she repeated what she had just said.

Kanako Yasaka's lifeless eyes suddenly lit up.

"What?! You mean...!"

Suwako Moriya nodded vigorously.

"We can now take back control of Monster Mountain!"

Kanako Yasaka quickly closed her eyes and sensed it.

When she opened her eyes again, her gaze was bright and lively once more.

"It's really disconnected! What are we waiting for? Let's get started!"

Seeing her best friend regain his fighting spirit, Suwako Moriya smiled slightly.

"That's exactly what I've been waiting to hear!"

"?"

Sanae Kochiya tilted her head, looking at her two gods with a puzzled expression as they reacted with surprise.

What are those two adults talking about? I can't understand it, but they seem to be very knowledgeable.

Soon, thanks to the joint efforts of the two goddesses of Suwa Taisha Shrine, they successfully regained control of Youkai Mountain.

Chapter 340 The Festival Ended Early

No, it shouldn't be called reclaiming; it should be called taking possession.

They had just discovered that the source of faith in Monster Mountain, which had been forcibly taken away by General Yantou, had become a no-man's land.

They regained control with almost no effort.

Now that the dust has settled, their doubts immediately resurfaced.

Kanako Yasaka closed her eyes and carefully sensed it for a moment, then her face showed an expression of utter shock.

"That stupid dog is dead?!"

Just then, the water mirror displaying their demonic energy level resumed functioning.

However, the water mirror, which had just returned to normal, suddenly became chaotic again.

The numbers following each name jumped wildly, while a large number of names turned gray. The names fluctuated like a rollercoaster.

The dramatic fluctuations are comparable to those seen in the stock market in the United States.

The most dramatic and drastic change was in the first place, Xu Ming.

The numbers following 'Xu Ming's' name skyrocketed, increasing more than tenfold!

The second-place car was instantly left behind so much that its taillights were no longer visible.

With such an outrageous number, as long as he survives and returns safely, he's a shoo-in for the top prize.

After pondering for a moment, Shiroya Suwako reached out and tugged at her best friend's sleeve.

"Kanako, I have a suggestion..."

Kanako Yasaka looked away from the water mirror and looked up at her.

"You said."

After a moment's pause, organizing her thoughts, Suwako Moriya slowly began to speak:

"I think we can end this festival early."

When Yasaka Kanako heard her words, a hint of hesitation appeared on her face.

"The festival still has half a day left. If we stop now, won't people think we're rigging things?"

Suwako Moriya gently shook her head, extended a finger, and pointed to the names below the water mirror that had turned gray and whose numbers were no longer increasing.

"This time, due to the trouble caused by that guy Yan Tou, those who participated in the ceremony have suffered heavy losses."

And as you know, the closer it gets to the end of the festival, the more intense the battles become between the participants, and the greater the losses will be.

Perhaps ending the festival now might salvage the situation.