You say this is a love game?

——Drain the water.

He had discussed many ideas with Miyamizu Inaba before, but rejected them one by one.

Explosives, poisons, compounds, and even the idea of ​​standing on the shore and stirring the drowned corpses in the swimming pool with a three-meter-long sword, but these ideas were getting more and more off track.

Especially the last one, relying on the advantage of weapons to punish the drowned corpses, is even more outrageous.

Not to mention whether the blade structure of the Odachi could support him in stabbing it down like spearing a fish, even if he found a harpoon from a tada, the drowned corpses were not fish in the river, so how could they lie there and be stabbed by him?

A swimming pool's length and width start at tens of meters, and when magnified within the crevice, it becomes even more astonishingly large. How could Makoto Mizutani reach those drowned corpses from the edge of the deep end? Furthermore, even if he did manage to poke one, he'd be met with a swarm of drowned corpses, yanking his harpoon and dragging them into the water for a brutal slaughter.

They have extraordinary strength in the water, their bodies are as agile as swimming mermaids, and their extraordinary strength can create spider-web cracks in the cement tiled swimming pool wall with one punch. If several drowned corpses come together and drag them down to rape them, wouldn't that be more than enough?

This is a fatal way of fighting.

As long as you clearly realize that "drowning corpses are not human-machines", you will understand that many ideas are biased... Especially throwing explosives in. Even if the explosives can really hit the drowned corpse, you have to consider the possibility that the drowned corpse will shout "Isn't it just explosives? Watch me push it back to the shore!", and then play the explosive throwing game with him with his bare hands. If that happens, it may also be a humorous ending if you blow yourself up.

The more complex the plan, the more frustrating it will be to implement.

So, after much thought, Mizutani Makoto decided that the most appropriate solution was actually "pumping water".

Miyamizu Inaba's idea is absolutely correct.

But what she said about the "pump" was completely wrong.

Even if he threw his face away and became Ota Akemi's gigolo, selling his ass for a few pumps, he still couldn't drain the pool clean. The same logic still held true—how could the drowned corpses watch him put the hose into the pool to pump water? He was afraid that as soon as he connected the hose, the drowned corpses would pull his pumps down with them.

So, the key to the problem lies in "how to pump water".

A gorgeous golden box appeared in Mizutani Makoto's hand.

Yes.

I believe that smart kids should have figured it out by now.

Tongzi's backpack has extraordinary storage limitations and cannot hold water.

But the [Gorgeous Golden Box] can even carry medicinal herbs from the real world into the cracks... It has no storage restrictions!

The golden box can store real medicinal herbs, and of course you can also put water directly into it!

As mentioned before, the internal space of this box is extremely large. Makoto Mizutani has not yet figured out the boundaries of this box, but it should be more than enough to hold the water in this swimming pool!

"And the most important thing."

"This box's ability to withstand blows is truly exceptional."

"Even if I sink the box to the bottom of the pool and let these drowned corpses scratch and smash it, they can't stop me from using the box to collect the pool water."

Standing next to the swimming pool, Makoto Mizutani showed a sunny and cheerful smile.

He opened the gold box.

The inside of this box is empty. The most recent thing in this box was the body of Matsushita Kei, but since he is going to use the golden box tactic, how could he not pack it up first?

Now, Matsushita Kei's body was placed in a random room on the first floor corridor of the school building, lying on the bed in the dormitory like a morgue. His gold box was completely free, and there was no need to worry about it being damaged by water.

The boy bent down.

Under the pool, the Drowned Corpses' reaction was different from their first encounter. They recognized Mizutani Makoto and realized that it was his interference that had led to the failure of today's swimming lesson sacrifice... They could have gained twenty or thirty more companions, but now they got nothing!

The drowned corpses, longing for souls, were stirring frantically.

Resentment, hostility, greed...all kinds of malice were churning in its core, like a group of jackals in the darkness, gathering under the water, staring at Mizutani Makoto with extremely twisted and crazy malice, wishing to eat his flesh and drink his blood, and drag the young man who ruined their plans into the abyss.

Mizutani Makoto held the still light golden box in one hand, staring at those pairs of pale eyes. After an unknown amount of time, he finally sneered.

He was holding the box, only two or three meters away from the drowned corpses. He briefly stretched his hand into the pool, and the bottom of the golden box was immersed in the water along with his palm.

This box is interesting.

Ever since Mizutani Makoto got this box, it was like it "recognized its master" and the authority was directly locked to him.

He tried to let Satori Yoshiko use the box, but found that outsiders could not open it. He had to grant permission before Satori Yoshiko could open the treasure chest freely. Moreover, Mizutani Makoto's authority was higher than that of the little god of fortune, and he could cancel her authority... This was worthy of being a prop placed by the gods in the mirror world, and it was indeed a high-end product.

As for how to use this box, it is also very simple.

The user touches the treasure chest, silently thinks of the "target" to be put in, and brings his hand into contact with the target, and then he can move his hand away.

thump!

With the sound of a heavy object falling into the water, the gorgeous golden box fell directly into the deep water of the swimming pool.

The commotion caused the drowned corpses to turn their heads, their swollen faces revealing obvious confusion. They couldn't understand why the man on the shore had deliberately thrown a box into the pool. Did he think that using the box would kill them? The submerged corpses couldn't figure it out, so a sarcastic smile curled at the corner of their mouths.

Several drowned corpses swam provocatively towards the gold box thrown by Mizutani Makoto.

They raised their heads and showed malicious expressions to Mizutani Makoto on the shore, then clenched their fists and smashed them hard at the golden box at the bottom of the pool. However, when their fists were about to touch the box, they suddenly deviated and were knocked away by the rushing water.

Water flow?

Is this an undercurrent?

Where does the undercurrent come from under the pool?!

The drowned corpse that was swinging its fist looked up in horror, only to find that the water level in the swimming pool was dropping at a speed visible to the naked eye. Before it could react, it found that countless streams of water were rushing in from all directions, forming a violent undercurrent in the pool, which engulfed its body and slammed heavily into the box made of gold!

A vortex took shape.

The vortex emitted a silent roar, as if this cursed place was releasing its long-suppressed breath.

At the bottom of the swimming pool, with the gold box as its core, a whirlpool with terrifying suction swept across the entire pool, and all the pool water fell towards the bottomless hole. The drowned corpses who were good at water battles were swept up by the water flow they trusted, and were knocked towards the gold box with terrified whimpers.

Bang! Bang bang bang!!

Not just a drowned corpse.

All the drowned corpses in the swimming pool were squeezed around the golden box by the huge water flow at this moment, but the golden box did not accommodate monsters. These drowned corpses piled up like a mountain outside the box, but they could not prevent the water flow from being absorbed by the golden box!

On the shore, Mizutani Makoto finally smiled with satisfaction.

Less than two minutes.

The entire pool's water had been drained out by the gold box, leaving not even a drop of water. Only the humid air proved that this place was once filled with pool water.

The pool's bottom was exposed, its tiles covered in thick moss, slippery and green, emitting a foul odor. Drowned corpses were huddled around the box, their bloated bodies exposed to the air, rapidly stinking and rotting.

The drowned corpse pressed at the bottom stretched out its hands and pounded the gold box at the bottom with all its might, but it was unable to move it at all. In fact, because it contained the entire pool's water, the gold box had become extremely heavy, directly crushing the tiles at the bottom of the pool, causing them to burst, and the cracks were even expanding.

These once frenzied undead now seem so powerless without the support of water.

After losing their living environment, the drowned began to struggle in agony. They struggled to climb out of the pool, their pale, swollen skin already shriveled and rancid, now turning dark green, like a murloc covered in fish scales.

But it's really ugly.

They are like dying fish on a chopping block, making angry roars that seem so much like bluffing.

Mizutani Makoto took out the [Secret Medicine of the Flesh] from his backpack. The sweetness of the orange-flavored candy spread on his taste buds, followed by a surge of power.

"Serve the gods and descend!"

The boy was wearing a jet-black haori and had two katana swords drawn from their sheaths.

One is a raging fire, with lava-like lines blooming on the blade; the other is still water, with a cold and murderous feeling filling the young man's mind, making his scarlet pupils reveal no wildness, but an extremely cold murderous intent.

A drowned corpse crawled out from the bottom of the swimming pool, roared violently like a zombie, and then pounced towards Mizutani Makoto.

Just one round.

Mizutani Makoto slightly turned sideways and brushed past the drowned corpse. The rotten head flew up instantly, and the young man's right knife swung with blood. The dark green blood beads suddenly shook off and fell on the mossy ground.

The headless drowned corpse remained in the flying posture until it fell to the ground without a sound.

No soul hint.

But there was no sound of the drowned corpse behind.

Mizutani Makoto's pupils shrank slightly, and a "disaster transfer" hit a drowned corpse directly, followed by the perception of the entire "group". Just as he had discovered before, this contract ghost story was a whole, and killing a drowned corpse would not have much impact on the overall situation.

Then, just kill them all.

Mizutani Makoto stepped forward with the unpredictable Yin-Yang steps, just like the first time he was a dragon among the kendo apprentices. He raised the two katanas on his left and right, but this time there was no etiquette at all. The cold blades looked down at these maggots, unwilling to offer them any honor.

It will be a massacre.

How many drowned bodies are there at the bottom of the swimming pool?

A quick glance revealed that there were no less than fifty of them.

When the water in the pool receded, this huge group of drowned corpses lost their source of water for survival. Now the body of each drowned corpse is rotting rapidly, and its strength is not even as good as the sword ghost's body. What's more terrible is that this group of trash doesn't even have the sword ghost's wild sword... Now even if they attack Mizutani Makoto in groups, they are just like the barking of a stray dog, without any deterrent power at all.

They were like maggots that had lived in the sewers for a long time. Suddenly, when sunlight shone in, they almost melted in the light.

They used their hands and feet and pounced on him like wild beasts.

Just a casual chop and it's a head.

Sneak attack, entanglement, flesh wall...

With every step Makoto Mizutani took, he could easily take off the head of a drowned corpse. They tried every possible way to stop Makoto Mizutani from approaching, but these underwater creatures didn't know how to fight on land at all.

They are only good at advancing at high speed in the water, or using their strange strength to destroy everything.

Now that the venue has been moved to land, they have no skills at all. Even when fighting with Makoto Mizutani, they will only rush forward blindly, like the low-intelligence zombies in zombie movies, trying to knock down Makoto Mizutani with the most primitive methods such as arms, teeth, claws, and bodies.

But on land, how can they have the capital to be so arrogant?

I'm afraid that even if a sword ghost holding a wild sword comes, he can wield the wild sword and move like a dragon among these drowned corpses.

Kill, kill, kill!

The knife light flickered endlessly at the bottom of the waterless swimming pool.

The more heads were chopped off, the higher the Jingguan became as they piled up!

The mossy road under Mizutani Makoto's feet was soaked in dark green blood, and the stench became stronger, but the young man held his breath and concentrated, and killed the more than fifty drowned corpses until only the last one was left.

The drowned corpse still stubbornly stood in front of the gold box.

The body, which was so severely decayed that it looked like a crippled person, was clinging tightly to the golden chest. Its fingers were tightly gripping the lid of the golden chest, as if it was dreaming of forcing the chest open with force.

Yes, with the wisdom of this strange story, it can definitely be seen that all the pool water is contained in the box.

Mizutani Makoto's Ryogen sword fell diagonally.

He felt a little tired, and even the [Secret Medicine of the Flesh] seemed to be in vain. These sewer bugs could only wreak havoc underwater, and without the water flow, they were nothing... It was simply too lame to describe.

But even so, this thing is still a low-level weird story.

Mizutani Makoto's condescending attitude and his contemptuous eyes fell into the drowned corpse's pale pupils. The only remaining carrier of the ghost story immediately roared in anger and struggled to get up. Then, he heard the crisp sound of its thigh bone breaking, which turned out to be broken by itself.

Mizutani Makoto scoffed.

This disdainful snort was the last sound the drowned corpse heard.

His head was cut off.

Soul +197

It seems that among the lower-level monsters, this contract ghost is one of the more powerful ones.

Mizutani Makoto raised his foot and kicked the head to the side. The body was turning into sand and dissipating, and the head was also gradually decaying, but it finally happened before it completely collapsed. All the heads rolled to the mossy ground at the bottom of the swimming pool and piled up high to form a Jingguan.

Mizutani Makoto stopped in front of the pile of skulls.

Looking back at Makoto Mizutani's struggle over the past month, he actually rarely does these fancy things.

He would just kill the enemies if he wanted to, unless they were some enemies with whom he had a deep blood feud - such as the human model teacher and the female teacher in the gap whom he hated so much, otherwise he would not be particularly particular about the way they were killed.

Not to mention like now, where it’s been made so troublesome on purpose.

But as a human being, we should live with one thought in mind.

He actually has nothing to do with Matsushita Kei. He did not commit the murder contract ghost story to avenge Matsushita Kei.

you do not say?

He never promised Matsushita Kei anything from beginning to end, and Matsushita Kei never entrusted him to do anything. He just sat beside Matsushita Kei's body and listened to Matsushita Kei talk about his lifelong regrets and unfulfilled wishes.

This was simply his personal humanitarian concern.

There was no contractual relationship between him and Matsushita Kei, and Tongzi did not assign any tasks to him. He and Matsushita Kei... were just classmates who could chat with each other.

But since they have already been killed, wouldn't it be convenient to use these heads for a little memorial service?

So, he thought of his previous inner complaints, and just as he had thought before, he used this contract ghost story as the basis to build a Jingguan made of the skull of a drowned corpse.

It really is true.