Toyokawa Shoko doesn't want to become a witch

Light... even the lights of a nightclub, are getting closer and closer to me.

but.

The flying greatsword pierced through Miaomeng's brain.

Miaomeng loosened her grip, and Xiangzi fell down.

"Xiao Xiang!"

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"It's okay! I grabbed Meow Dream's foot."

Xiangzi's voice came from inside the cave.

Chu Hua grabbed Miao Meng's foot, and Miao Meng's half-rotten head was rapidly regenerating. Miao Meng immediately regained consciousness.

"Holy crap! I got shot in the head!"

"Stop talking nonsense and grab my hand!" Chu Hua roared.

"I know I know!"

Miaomeng grasped Chuhua's hand, and half of her body was pulled away from the anthill.

Xiangzi clung tightly to Miaomeng's leg and dragged her out little by little.

But as Hailing struggled to hold open the hole, she suddenly realized that the fleshy tendrils that had resembled human hands had grown into ant mandibles, and the hole had instantly transformed...

Meat grinder.

Click!

Miao Meng felt a lightness in her lower body and bumped into Chu Hua's arms.

The Tale of Nirvana: Staying True to One's Heart: Chapter 90 The Mentor Turned Around!

Miao Meng felt a lightness in her lower body and bumped into Chu Hua's arms. Chu Hua also fell backward, holding Miao Meng as they lay on the ground.

Hailing stood aside, still shaken. Just a moment ago, the closing hole had almost severed her hand.

She's not a cat dreamer; her broken hand won't grow back so quickly.

"Xiao Xiang!"

Chu Hua pushed Miao Meng aside, got up from the ground, and prepared to rush back into the anthill to rescue Xiangzi. But the entrance closed and disappeared, leaving only a messy cubicle in front of them.

She slumped to her knees on the ground, covering her face.

A strong sense of self-blame welled up inside me.

It would be better if they were at the rear.

It would have been better if Xiao Xiang had been brought out first.

if......

The filth within the Soul Gem rose little by little, like the level of a flood.

The music from the nightclub pierced my ears, sounding like the noise from the renovations next door.

The world before my eyes began to feel unreal.

Extremely unstable magical energy fluctuations emanated from Chu Hua's body.

"(First Son...)"

Miaomeng's trembling voice pulled Chuhua out of the danger.

"(I can't feel my butt anymore.)"

Miao Meng lay on the ground, her face pale, a forced smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

"(If you find it, could you help me... um, reattach it? Otherwise, it'll be quite troublesome to restore it.)"

Chu Hua turned her head and glanced at Miao Meng's empty lower body, and couldn't help but laugh.

"(Hey, Hatsuko, it's true you have a beautiful smile, but it's really indecent, okay?)"

"(Your butt's stuck in there with Xiangzi.)" Hailing squatted down and patted Miaomeng's head. "(Give up.)"

"(Aaaaaaahh ...

In the zombie movie "Meow Dream," there's a monster with only an upper body that jumps up, supporting itself on its hands, and hangs on Hailing's shoulder.

"(Didn't you see Hatsuko's expression? What if she turns into a witch here! I just wanted to lighten the mood!)"

"(So it turns out that Meowmeko is the kind of person who can read the room. I don't think she's like that at all.)"

Hailing grabbed Miaomeng's wrist, threw her off, and held her in her hand.

Half of the cat's dream let out a mournful howl in mid-air.

"Ow!"

"(Don't worry, Mary didn't kill him, otherwise we would have seen Xiangzi's body flying out.)"

Hailing walked up to Chuhua and extended her hand to her.

"(Chuhua, can you still stand up?)"

"(I'm fine, Xiao Xiang is definitely not dead, that's enough.)" Chu Hua wiped her face and got up, looking at Hai Ling who had a calm expression. "(But you, Hai Ling, after going through so much, how can you be so calm?)"

"(If you don't stay calm, you can't do anything.)"

Hailing changed back into her everyday clothes, her eyes half-lowered as she looked at the now-vanished entrance to the barrier.

"(This matter must be resolved.)"

"(Um... could you please not carry me like a garbage bag?)"

"(What are you planning to do, storm the church now?)"

“(Impossible.)” Hailing shook her head. “(We’re not in good shape.)”

"(Too......)"

"(Exactly, I'm not feeling well.) #栮揪泣柳就意叁陆"

“(Tomorrow morning’s service.)” Hailing said. “(Mary invited us, remember?)”

"(Will they come to your door during church services?)"

“(Mary can’t possibly miss the service; this is the perfect opportunity.)”

"(That means tomorrow morning is the decisive moment.)"

"(Please, pay some attention to me...)"

"(And tonight?)" Chu Hua asked again.

"(Go home, everyone.)"

"(Going home? Me? Hai Zi, you must be joking.)"

"(This is really bad; if we spread out now, she might pick us off one by one.)"

"(Marie is the kind of person who stays with her family; I've never seen her leave Kabukicho.)"

"(But we can't rule out that possibility.)"

Chu Hua lowered her head, looking at the people swaying in the dance floor downstairs, and a familiar feeling of disgust welled up in her heart once again.

Tsk.

It was these people, and this Kabukicho district, that provided fertile ground for that monster to grow.

Do they know what they're doing?

Do they know what kind of monster this place teems with?

They know nothing, and even if they did, they would pretend not to know, constantly saying "live for the moment, it's none of my business," and acting as if the hell around them is heaven.

Chu Hua patted her face to clear her head. With Xiangzi gone, she had to take on the role of decision-maker.

"(Don't separate tonight, everyone. Come stay at my house, help Miaomeng recover, and then get some rest. There's probably going to be a big battle tomorrow morning.)"

Hailing saw right through Chuhua's eyes. Even though they were filled with world-weariness, Chuhua still displayed a calmness that impressed Hailing, no less impressive than Xiangzi's.

And the thing he was carrying in his hand, though seemingly carefree, possessed terrifyingly strong survival and intelligence-gathering abilities.

Hailing had a feeling that if this team were to be established, it would become quite formidable.

“Okay, I’ll do as you say.” Hailing nodded gently.

"(Going to Hatsuko's house? I've wanted to go for ages. What are celebrities' homes like? I've been seeing a lot of gossip posts about Hatsuko lately, though they don't really get much attention. But could that rumored girlfriend be—)"

--"ah----!"

A scream interrupted Miaomeng's incessant chatter.

A couple who had just come out of the cubicle caught a glimpse of them and pointed a trembling finger at the half of the Meow Dream that Hailing was carrying.

"Dead...dead?"

The man with eye makeup opened and closed his jaw.

Hailing looked down at the half-finished Meow Dream and lifted her up to be level with her head.

Miaomeng greeted the two terrified men with an apologetic smile.

"I'm fine, don't worry about me."

"There's a ghost!"

The two men embraced, their shrieking voices drawing complaints from those around them.

Bang!

"What's all the noise about! Can't you see I'm really into it?!"

The door to the next cubicle was kicked open, and a guy with a thug-like demeanor rushed out.

Then he also saw Miaomeng.

Then he uttered a tenor voice that was no less powerful than that of two men embracing each other.

Bang.

"What's going on? It's so noisy!"

A new person joined the fray. This time, a yakuza uncle with a bare chest, large tattoos covering his shoulders and arms, thick eyebrows, and a fierce look rushed out.

A beautiful young woman even draped her arm around his shoulder in a coquettish manner.

They saw it too.

"Oh no, this is bad." Miao Meng raised her eyebrows and exchanged a glance with Hai Ling.

There was a brief silence.

"Ah ...

The tattooed man's voice was higher and shriller than the beautiful woman next to him.

"With that dolphin-like voice, she'd definitely get three judges to turn around on a talent show," Miao Meng commented.

"We might even make it to the finals." Hailing nodded.

Snapped.

Chu Hua grabbed their shoulders.

The two turned around.

“I’m telling you,” Chu Hua said, the large, prominent veins on her forehead clearly visible, “this isn’t the time for jokes, is it?”

The Tale of Nirvana: Keeping Your True Self: Chapter 91 The Witch Who Produces Witches

Xiangzi clung to Miaomeng's leg, just as Chuhua was about to drag them out.