Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

"OK, today's livestream ends here. Next..."

He looked at the grimacing Sunny Doll Killer and said softly.

"The following scenes are not suitable for children."

As soon as he finished speaking, the livestream was instantly cut off.

Yukino Yukinoshita, sitting in front of the TV, remained expressionless, but secretly thought to herself.

"Mask?"

She always felt that the way he spoke and the feeling he gave off were inexplicably familiar.

Ye Xing hasn't come home so late today, and he didn't say where he went... Could it be?

Impossible... right?

...

On the other side.

Ye Xing looked at the Sunny Doll Killer's constantly distorted face, which no longer resembled a human, and his eyes revealed a strange excitement.

"The next part is what I'm most looking forward to."

Rio Futaba, Miko Yotsuya, and Mai Sakurajima stood beside him. Hearing this, their gazes towards the Sunny Doll Killer couldn't help but carry a hint of pity.

"Kill you... kill all of you!"

The Sunny Doll Killer's facial features began to shift, and his whole body exuded a rotten stench, like a corpse left in the scorching sun for more than ten days.

His body began to swell continuously, like a balloon filled with water, changing from his original height of less than 1.7 meters to a giant nearly five meters tall.

The surface of his body was still constantly flowing with stinking pus, which was nauseating.

"This is..."

Soichiro Yagami frowned upon seeing the Sunny Doll Killer's transformation.

He had seen human bodies become like this, but only on corpses that had been immersed in water for many days, a phenomenon known as "giantism."

This guy...

He really isn't human.

"Who's going first?"

In front of this monster that made Soichiro Yagami feel heavy-hearted and left the TV reporters and cameramen dumbfounded and terrified, Rio Futaba's tone was still so indifferent.

"I'll go."

Ye Xing took two steps forward, and the jet-black mask turned into viscous flames, burning with excitement and anticipation in his eyes.

Noticing his gaze, Rio Futaba, Miko Yotsuya, and Mai Sakurajima all nodded and silently retreated a distance.

The three girls looked at the roaring Sunny Doll Killer, who had already lost his human form, and only had one thought in their minds.

The other party still doesn't know what kind of torment he is about to face.

"Kill you!"

The Sunny Doll Killer roared, and his huge body lunged towards Ye Xing.

The latter didn't draw the Onimaru Kunitsuna from his waist, but softly said.

"Come out."

The moment he finished speaking, the Sunny Doll Killer suddenly felt a sense of fear and trembling behind him, as if he was being watched by some terrifying existence.

"That is..."

The TV reporters and cameramen, as well as Soichiro Yagami, were all shocked speechless as they looked at the black and white headless monster that suddenly appeared, nearly ten meters tall.

"Snap."

Two ghostly hands, one pale and one black, directly crushed the Sunny Doll Killer's swollen body, like popping a balloon.

What burst out from it was not pus or anything like that, but an extremely viscous, concentrated evil spirit energy, like a liquid.

"Is it over?"

Hearing Rio Futaba's question, Ye Xing just smiled and shook his head.

"No, although the battle is over, my enjoyment has only just begun."

He stepped on the sewage on the ground, step by step, and slowly walked to the Sunny Doll Killer.

After the evil spirit power in his body was completely vented, the serial killer returned to his original form, and even his body became withered.

"Heh... heh heh."

The Sunny Doll Killer lay in the puddle, looking at the burning black mask, the madness in his eyes undiminished.

"My body has already died. No matter what you do, I won't feel anything. You can't make me feel any pain."

"Yeah, I know."

Ye Xing smiled and nodded.

From the moment the dyeing was completed, he had already discovered it.

The other party was no longer a living person, but a walking corpse dominated by a distorted human soul and maintained by the power of evil spirits.

Pain, pleasure, and the like no longer existed.

"Oh, right, let me introduce you."

Ye Xing drew the pure black Onimaru Kunitsuna from his waist, and said with a smile.

"This sword is called Onimaru Kunitsuna. It is a spiritual object that doesn't need to harm the enemy's body, as long as it touches the enemy's soul, it can bring unbearable pain to the other party."

Speaking of this, Ye Xing paused and smiled.

"Now, guess what I plan to do with this Onimaru Kunitsuna?"

Chapter 170: Torture of the Evil Soul, Yukino Yukinoshita's Speculation

"Thump thump thump thump..."

"Bang bang bang bang..."

"Slap slap slap slap..."

After finally catching a suitable prey, Chef Ye, who had been busy all day, began to prepare his own cuisine.

The sharp Onimaru Kunitsuna played the role of a kitchen knife at this moment.

The blade made a melodious metallic sound, seemingly not caring how it was being used, as long as it was being used by its master, it was willing.

Looking at the trembling blade of Onimaru Kunitsuna, and the increasingly rapid metallic sound, Mai Sakurajima, Miko Yotsuya, and Rio Futaba couldn't help but blush.

This scene... how does it feel a bit like doing that kind of thing?

Onimaru Kunitsuna, are you a serious sword?

At this time, Soichiro Yagami was dumbfounded at the scene in front of him.

In front of "Mask" was a black table.

There was nothing on it.

But whenever "Mask" slowly lowered the Onimaru Kunitsuna in his hand, the Sunny Doll Killer lying there would let out a painful scream, scratching the ground with his fingers, leaving several bloody marks, obviously enduring unimaginable pain.

However, in the eyes of Mai Sakurajima, Rio Futaba, and Miko Yotsuya, who were spiritual power users, it was a completely different scene.

It was still a black table, and Ye Xing still held the Onimaru Kunitsuna in his right hand.

The difference was that his left hand, hidden under the sleeves of his coat and gloves, had already transformed into a ghostly black hand, grabbing a black, human-shaped mist.

That thing was nothing else.

It was the soul of the Sunny Doll Killer.

And the sharp blade of Onimaru Kunitsuna fell slowly, at an extremely slow speed, cutting the Sunny Doll Killer's soul bit by bit from the position of his feet, like slicing material into thin threads.

"Scream?"

Ye Xing turned a deaf ear to the Sunny Doll Killer's miserable screams as his soul was slowly cut, and even smiled softly.

"Scream louder, let me feel more pleasure, let me enjoy myself more."

The TV reporters and cameramen not far away turned pale with fright upon hearing this.

The two realized that they seemed to have misunderstood something.

Among the people present today, the most dangerous one was not the Sunny Doll Killer.

But "Mask."

At this time, Soichiro Yagami walked up to the two and said in a deep voice.

"The livestream is over. You can leave now."

"Okay... okay."

The reporter and cameraman couldn't wait to get into the car and escape this dangerous place.

Just as the two walked to the car door, Soichiro Yagami suddenly added meaningfully.

"By the way."

"Some things can be reported, some things, you have to think clearly about."

Soichiro Yagami walked behind the two and said softly.

"'Mask's' actions are not within the control of our Metropolitan Police Department. It's best not to report or describe anything that happened today. Wait for our Metropolitan Police Department's announcement, and then use the announcement as the standard, understand?"

Listening to the screams constantly ringing in his ears, the reporter and cameraman trembled and responded timidly.

"Under... understood."

The two jumped into the media car, wishing they could step on the gas pedal to the end and flee the scene.

They couldn't understand what happened today at all.

How could someone's body suddenly swell to five meters tall?

What was that black and white headless monster!?

What is going on with this world?

As professional media personnel from the TV station, they had seen a lot of big storms, so they could naturally understand the implication in Soichiro Yagami's words.

The first layer of meaning.

If you report indiscriminately, and "Mask" troubles your TV station, the Metropolitan Police Department can't do anything about it.

The second layer of meaning.

If you report in advance and there are contradictions with the Metropolitan Police Department's case announcement, then you will also suffer.

Watching the TV station's media car speeding away, Soichiro Yagami sighed helplessly.

"This guy still needs me, the Criminal Investigation Bureau Chief, to clean up after him. He really has a big face."

He turned around, looked at "Mask", who was still conducting something called "cooking", but in reality, it looked like he was torturing the Sunny Doll Killer with some special means, and walked to the side of Mai Sakurajima and others with a complicated expression, hesitating.

"Regarding his actions... do you... have any objections?"

"No."

Miko Yotsuya, wearing a white mask with pale golden patterns, shook her head and replied calmly.

"As companions, our thoughts and actions each have more or less differences, but maintaining the principle of not interfering even if we don't agree is the correct way to handle things."

Seeing that the other two also had the same attitude, Soichiro Yagami couldn't help but sigh helplessly.

In the end, he couldn't help but walk to the side of "Mask" and hesitated to speak.

"Now that you've caught him, there's no need to resort to extrajudicial punishment, right? Since you played the hero today, there's no need to do this kind of behavior that won't be called justice."