Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 539: Stop playing, kill them all

The drawing paper in He Songling's hand is the same as the one in Tang Bingwen's hand outside the cave. It is the "yang paper" made by Wang's "Shen Tu" and is used to transmit and view the information on each "yin paper".

At this moment, a line of words was flashing on the Yang paper in his hand.

"Our troops have successfully retreated and killed Kishitani."

The drawing paper in He Songling's hand was fluttering, not because of the wind, but because his hand was shaking. This was almost impossible for He Songling with his level of Taoism.

Unless his mood was as agitated as it was now.

This Kishitani is no simple man. He is the director of the police department of the puppet regime, a high position. He is also a number one figure in the Japanese army. He has countless deaths of Lao Zhong on his hands. He is an executioner whose hands are stained with the blood of our compatriots.

In the original history, it was he who led tens of thousands of troops to besiege General Yang, resulting in the heroic sacrifice of this hero.

However, in this life, the dramatic result was that the roles of the two people, the killer and the killed, were reversed. Our army took advantage of the situation and fought a battle in the county town, killing them.

This old Japanese guy is quite interesting. In the original history, it was he who dissected the body of the heroic general and found only cotton wool and grass roots inside. He was so shocked that he fell into reflection on the war of aggression. Eventually, when he was defeated, he poisoned his wife and daughter and committed suicide by disembowelment.

Of course, He Songling didn't care about that. If the old devil repented in the future, that was it? Then what about the blood of the old Zhong people on his hands?
He must die.

Another thing is that if we killed him, at least his wife and daughter survived, which is a good thing for this old Japanese.

Whether He Songling's previous contact or his current delay in the Toutian Cave, it was all for this action.

And now, the operation has been successful and our troops have escaped.

He Songling took a moment to calm down his agitated mood. His mind was so agitated that even part of his body was surging with Qi.

He took a step forward, his body merged into heaven and earth, his figure disappeared from where he was, and then appeared in the center of the melee between the Tang Sect and the Bihe Ninja in the Toutian Cave.

"Damn old Zhong people, go to hell!"

Below, Chubei, who had forced his second personality out of his body and had completely transformed into a conscious puppet, was howling with his red eyes.

After all, he was just Zhuang Bingwei's second personality. Although the alien's method gave him the opportunity to form his own personality, he still couldn't live independently without his physical body. In his current state, even if the Tang Sect didn't move him, he would dissipate after Zhuang Bingwei's Qi infused into the puppet was exhausted.

For Shobei, it was just the loss of a personality; but for Chubei, it was complete death, an irreversible death.

So he was extremely crazy.

He took out all the magic weapons he had refined over the past few decades, and blew them up one by one.

The power of the magic weapon's self-detonation was so enormous that the noise it created was even greater than the explosion of the demon sword Soul of Demon Eita just now. The people of the Tang Sect were once again stopped in their tracks for a moment.

It seems that Chubei's self-destruction is effective. According to the current situation, the few survivors of Higashi-nin can escape from this mountain cave. When the time comes, they can hide in the deep mountains and old forests in the northeast, and no one will be able to find them.

Unfortunately, He Songling arrived. "Stop playing around, just kill them all."

Standing on a auspicious cloud in the sky, overlooking the battlefield below, a few casual words determined the fate of one side. At this moment, because of the leakage of some of He Songling's innate Qi due to his excitement, he looked like a god above the clouds.

"My husband, hey, my husband." She elbowed Tang Wanru desperately, "See, isn't he handsome? Isn't he handsome?"

"I saw it... You don't have to keep hitting me. There's a hidden weapon behind your elbow, and it hurts me." Tang Wanru looked helpless. So what if he's handsome? Give me a taste? If I dare to say it, you'll probably release a swimming pool of venom to drown me.

"Xiao He, is it done over there?" Since the old man was the one who was more cautious, Tang Shiying just asked one more question.

"Okay, let's kill them all. There's no use keeping these ninjas." He Songling nodded in confirmation, and the people below showed excitement.

"Great!" Lu Ci waved his fist excitedly, almost causing his hand to explode with the magic weapon.

“Fuck you, He Songling, don’t go too far!” Everyone present was very happy, except for one person who could no longer be considered a “human”, Wakasa Tadashi, who gritted his teeth and cursed: “I know you are powerful, but what do you think we are? You want to kill us, but it’s not that easy…”

"Boom boom boom!"

At He Songling's level, he no longer needed to make hand gestures or chant incantations to activate his strange magic. He could create a formation with just a thought. When he raised his hand, countless mountain walls in the shape of the Chinese character "Gen" rose up from thin air around him, trapping Wakasa Tadame-sama, who had turned into a puppet, and his magical weapons in the middle.

"Chi chi chi!"

Then a huge and brilliant sword energy appeared in He Songling's hand, and it circled and chopped several times in a row, chopping the puppet that Chubei possessed and his magic weapons that were just indestructible into pieces. Then he raised his hand and spurted out a white Qi wave with one palm, which blew Wakasa Chubei and those magic weapon fragments into pieces.

After an operation similar to that of Future Trunks killing Frieza, He Songling fell from the sky.

"Go out and help the headmaster. Don't let those ninjas get away." Then he took out a drawing paper and sent a message to it: "Headmaster, do it!"

"I'll follow you." Lu Huizhong was a little worried and insisted on staying with He Songling.

"Okay, then you follow me. Lu Ci, you must behave well this time and use what you learned in the military academy. This time you are commanding the Tang Sect disciples to fight against hundreds of Bihe Mountain Ninjas. If you do those impulsive things again, I will cripple your legs and you will have to sit in the Lu family mansion for the rest of your life!"

This time He Songling was really helpless. If he went out by himself, he could certainly catch all the ninjas outside, but the few who escaped were very strong, and it would be dangerous for the ten people to chase them.

He Songling didn't know the art of clones, so he could only choose the lesser of two evils and personally hunt down the ninja leader and the demon. It didn't matter if a few Genin escaped and were not killed, since they were not killed in the original book anyway, but these ten people would not die if they could.

"Really? It's finally done." Tang Bingwen put away the drawing paper in front of him with a smile, stood up and stretched his body, "I've been sitting for so long that my legs are numb."

He looked at the puppet in front of him, and sure enough, this "Erli" had lost its previous lively appearance, and was motionless and could no longer speak.

“That’s not a pity now.”

As the old man finished his words, twisted black lines rose from his body, and then returned to silence, as if the whole person had disappeared out of thin air.

(End of this chapter)