Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

Whether it can erase memories or not is another matter, but the effect of silence is definitely quite good.

However, Hiratsuka Shizuka was, after all, Luo Zhen's teacher, and Luo Zhen had a pretty good impression of Hiratsuka Shizuka.

Although he is a particularly worrisome middle-aged teacher, he is still a very nice person.

"Luo Zhen, what exactly is going on?"

Once she had recovered, Hiratsuka Shizuka released her grip on Luo Zhen's hand and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar car with lingering fear.

Although she still doesn't understand the whole story, Hiratsuka Shizuka keenly senses Luo Zhen's special nature.

He was too calm.

As if he had expected all of this, he showed no surprise whatsoever from beginning to end.

Subtle clues, including appearing here at an inappropriate time, kept surfacing in Hiratsuka Shizuka's mind.

In fact, Hiratsuka Shizuka herself may not have thought that much about it, or rather, she may not have thought it through very clearly.

However, the various unusual clues made her realize something.

For no reason at all, she was certain that Luo Zhen could give her the answers and explanations she wanted.

It could be a woman's intuition, or something else entirely.

"This is a bit complicated to explain, so I'll keep it short."

Withdrawing his hand, Luo Zhen looked at the sports car parked quietly by the roadside, a hint of something unreadable flashing in his eyes.

Luo Zhen was still quite annoyed by what this guy had just done.

Whether it's racing or drifting in front of you like a show of force.

I'm inexplicably annoyed.

"To put it simply, you can think of me as a member of some of the behind-the-scenes organizations that often appear in shonen manga, hidden in the shadows of the world."

"This guy is the enemy I need to defeat and control."

"Probably so."

Hearing this, Hiratsuka Shizuka understood.

Although Hiratsuka Shizuka is a female teacher, she actually enjoys reading shonen manga.

They are very receptive to this kind of statement.

Of course, she wouldn't have any bad associations with Luo Zhen's vague statement.

For example, whether the organization behind it is evil or something.

There are such people.

He was penniless and had no special skills, but he always felt that others wanted to harm him.

They put on an attitude of 'I'd rather die than compromise', but who knows what they're thinking?

outrageous.

"By the way, the driver of the car that was wrecked earlier wasn't human, so you don't need to worry about it, Hiratsuka-sensei."

As if remembering something, Luo Zhen turned to Hiratsuka Shizuka and said.

The owner of that car was definitely human at first, but later became non-human.

Where did that car owner go?

It goes without saying.

However, Luo Zhen still chose to avoid the question, at least not in front of Hiratsuka Shizuka.

This is partly to take care of Hiratsuka Shizuka's mental state.

"That's good."

Upon hearing Luo Zhen's words, Hiratsuka Shizuka visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

She didn't think about the hidden truth in Luo Zhen's words; perhaps she would realize the problem after she calmed down.

But once she calms down, she will most likely have forgotten about what happened tonight.

"So, how long are you going to keep playing dead?"

Luo Zhen turned his gaze back to the car in front of him.

The attitude in his words was far worse than when he was facing Hiratsuka Shizuka.

After Luo Zhen finished speaking, a brief silence fell over the air.

This sports car was truly like a dead object, without making a sound.

If Shizuka Hiratsuka hadn't gotten off, one might have mistaken it for just an ordinary sports car.

A few seconds later, just as Luo Zhen was getting a little impatient, the car started moving.

To Hiratsuka Shizuka's astonishment, the car underwent a magnificent transformation.

Meanwhile, Joseph at the foot of the mountain also began his work.

"It's really tragic."

Joseph stepped on the wheel that had rolled in front of him, his eyes as calm as still water.

It's like a lion surveying its prey.

A lion's eyes are always calm and undisturbed, no matter what creature it looks at.

It is neither contempt nor underestimation of the enemy.

Simply because they are at the top of the food chain, the kings of the grasslands.

Therefore, all living things are seen as food on their plates.

Who would feel angry and wary about their own food?

"Huh? I don't think I did anything wrong."

Amidst the thick smoke, the cursed spirit, its body covered in stitches, crawled out.

It's easy to tell from the other person's relaxed tone that they weren't affected much by the car accident.

Covering his nose, Joseph's gaze towards the humanoid creature flashed with a hint of disgust.

He had just learned some basic information about this creature from Luo Zhen.

Simply put, it's a creature even more vulgar than a frog's urination.

No, it's not a living being.

Cursed spirits are beings born from negative human emotions.

Human beings' aversion to flies can become cursed spirits, as can their fear and aversion to certain natural disasters.

The creature before us was born from the malice that humanity harbors towards itself.

Throughout history, humans have always harbored the greatest malice towards their own kind.

And this guy in front of me...

In Luo Zhen's words, it's human excrement.

Disgusting and unbearable.

"Hmm? You seem to be able to see me?"

Sensing the fleeting look of disgust on Joseph's face, the real person looked at Joseph with some surprise.

Is this human a sorcerer?

Joseph's eyes flickered slightly, and he didn't speak for some reason, pretending not to see anything. He was about to reply.

Can you see it? Can't you see it?

Ignoring the car that crashed into the guardrail behind him, Zhenren walked towards Joseph with some curiosity.

A pale blue magical energy enveloped his hands.

If you can see it, then play with it; if you can't, then it's worthless, just keep it as inventory.

Seemingly remembering something interesting, a creepy smile appeared on Zhenren's face.

Joseph, however, acted like an ordinary bystander throughout, as if he really couldn't see the strange man in front of him.

With a playful attitude, the real person approached Joseph without any suspicion.

The instant it entered Joseph's attack range.

"Eula!"

Imitating the grandson of a delinquent youth, Joseph, his fist gleaming with golden ripples, suddenly threw this furious punch.

Like a lion awakening and roaring, the fist, enveloped in ripples, slammed into the real man's face, which was covered in stitches.

"Your next question will be, 'What's wrong with this guy?!'"

"What's wrong with this guy?!"

Chapter 481 Can You See Souls Too?

A fist shimmering with golden ripples slammed into the face of this large, non-recyclable piece of trash.

The fist, as big as a sandbag, distorted the ugly face violently, making it look like a boneless mannequin head made of pure rubber.

A tooth, stained with blood, was ejected from the real person's mouth and landed far away on the ground.

After tracing a graceful arc in the air, the real person landed heavily beside the car, which was billowing thick smoke.

"Your next question will be, 'What's wrong with this guy?!'"

"What's wrong with this guy?!"

The real man, with a look of disbelief in his eyes, got up from the ground and looked at Joseph with some disbelief.

The voice that drifted over repeated the real person's words verbatim.

No, it's that I anticipated what this guy was going to say and spoke it out first.

Not far away, Joseph, having withdrawn his fist, calmly watched the real person.

He did not choose to pursue rashly, as Luo Zhen had mentioned to him that this guy's abilities were quite dangerous.

This creature can directly touch a human's soul with its bare hands, and attack or modify the human by changing the shape of the soul.

It's a very troublesome ability.

Moreover, although he knew about the ability, Joseph's understanding of it was still completely blank.

Where are the upper and lower limits? What are their specific manifestations?

Joseph had to figure these things out himself in battle.

Sometimes, what's more harmful than ignorance is a superficial understanding.

Warm blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. Zhenren subconsciously wiped it with the back of his hand, and his pupils suddenly contracted when he saw the scarlet blood on the back of his hand.

The pain in its mouth was a reminder of the power of that punch.

"You bastard, can you see souls too?"

He casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and grinned an ugly smile.

But the wound in his mouth was still oozing blood, staining his white teeth a deep crimson.

In fact, when blood comes together, it doesn't just look simple red or an eerie scarlet.

At least the blood in the mouth appears dark red when it pools in the mouth.

As he spoke, a mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth and landed on his chest.

Because the clothes were dark-colored, the blood didn't show up very well after it clotted.

Blood was still gushing from his mouth, but he seemed completely unfazed, ignoring the strong, metallic taste of blood in his mouth.

His sinister eyes were fixed on Joseph.

"Soul? I can't see that."