Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 111 Faces and Masks
"Right now, we can't say who will die first, hehe~"

After saying that, the old dog chuckled sinisterly again.

At this moment, the tall, upright boy glanced slightly at his bitten forearm.

Although there are no visible marks on the surface, with a thought, one can introspect and examine one's inner self.

He then discovered that two of the five wisps of true energy that had been swirling within his body had dissipated after that bite.

He could only think to himself: As expected of the evil cultivator with the highest bounty in the bureau.

This vicious canine attack is indeed quite troublesome.

If you get bitten two or three more times.

Even with his current cultivation level of the late stage of the sixth level of Qi Refining, he would probably suffer damage to his body and cultivation on the spot.

This made him abandon his slight contempt and become more vigilant.

But clearly, given his personality, he would never do anything hesitant or timid.

His solution was to find an opportunity to strike a fatal blow.

Once a spirit or spell loses its control, it will automatically lose its effect and will naturally dissipate.

Having made up his mind, the boy's gaze grew even colder, filled with intense killing intent.

Even the old dog on the other side couldn't help but shudder.

I felt as if the other person's gaze was a knife, constantly circling back and forth between my heart and neck.

This made him tighten his grip on his cane even more, and then, through some unknown means, he commanded the giant dog beside him to stand in front of him.

However, this clearly did not make the boy give up.

The old man with the dog on this side clearly also noticed the murderous intent in the other party's eyes.

Knowing that the other party had no intention of giving up, he could only grit his teeth, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes.

The next moment, to the astonishment of the boy opposite.

The giant dog obediently snuggled close to the old dog, raising its head high and exposing its neck.

The old dog also pulled his left hand out of his pocket.

Only then, thanks to the reflection of the moonlight, could one see that he was holding a gleaming short knife in his hand.

He then pressed the dagger firmly against the giant dog's neck.

The giant dog seemed oblivious to everything, still sticking out its tongue.

Unbeknownst to them, specks of scarlet had begun to seep into their white fur.

This sudden change made the boy's breath catch in his throat.

He gripped the sword tightly, ready to be thrown, and then laid it flat again.

He then lowered his eyes and spoke in a cold voice.

"What are your conditions?"

Seeing the boy's series of actions, she took the initiative to ask him questions.

The old dog finally relaxed, and a sinister smile returned to his face.

"Conditions? There are no conditions. You leave here now and let me go, and I'll pretend nothing happened. How about that? Generous enough?"

However, after a long while, he still hadn't received a reply from the boy.

Looking up, all I could see was the other person's lowered eyelids, making it impossible to discern their expression.

He just stood there, holding his sword, without moving.

Meanwhile, the old dog, hiding in the shadows with its small, triangular eyes, kept eyeing the other's unharmed forearm.

He lingered on the ancient, heavy wooden sword in his hand, its surface covered in wood grain.

There is no flaw at all.

This made him feel anxious, and his words became increasingly hurried:

“Li Qingfeng! I know you’re a dog of the imperial court. You lack nothing, so of course you can stand here and talk to me about good and evil, morality.”

"You only see the surface of things. These children are already living a hard life. What's wrong with me taking them to better families?"

As he spoke, the old dog seemed to have convinced himself, and his tone slowed down.

"I know you're young and naive, and you don't understand the harshness of this world. But think about it..."

"You have family, right? Even if you don't have family, you have friends, right? There will always be times when you can't be there..."

"You must understand the principle that excessive rigidity leads to breakage, you..."

However, before he could finish saying "you,"

Li Qingfeng seized upon this moment of carelessness on the other side.

Take a step forward, twist your waist and swing your arms.

A loud whooshing sound was heard.

The wooden longsword flew out of his hand, transforming into a streak of blue light that shot straight through the air.

The old man holding the dagger, whose arm was pressed against the giant dog's throat, was instantly pierced through and sent flying, pinning him to the wall behind him.

Everything happens in a flash of lightning.

Even the old dog that was attacked was stunned for a moment, its pupils trembling, before it suddenly realized what had happened.

"Ah!!! Damn it! You little beast!! Ah!"

But no matter how much he screamed, his arm couldn't be put back.

He could only clutch his severed arm in agony and stagger into a nearby alley.

Just as Li Qingfeng took a step forward, preparing to give chase, he saw the giant dog on the ground with a small gash on its neck from where its arm had been severed. Blood was gushing from the wound.

It's obvious that the blood vessels were damaged.

This made him hesitate, his gaze flickering between the alley where the old dog had fled and the dying giant dog on the ground.

Finally, he sighed softly, went to the stone wall, and pulled out the wooden sword that had just flown out.

He bent down, picked up the giant dog that was as tall as a person from the ground, and quickly returned along the same route.

Even with a huge load, his speed did not decrease at all, and he disappeared into the night in a few leaps.

……

At this time, the other side.

The old dog, panting heavily, staggered away, leaning against a dirty wall with one arm.

Excessive blood loss had left him pale, but he dared not stop for a moment.

He hastily wrapped his wound with his dirty robe and ran without stopping.

Finally, he came to a corner of the alley, among a pile of garbage cans.

First, they removed several of the garbage bags, revealing the manhole cover underneath, which was overflowing with sewage.

The old dog didn't care about any of that. He simply stretched out his fingers, grabbed the gap in the manhole cover, and lifted it up.

He then covered the manhole cover with the garbage bag, and then jumped into the dark, foul-smelling well.

Then, the manhole cover slowly moved and covered the manhole again.

At first glance from the outside, it looks as if no one has ever been here.

Of course, unless someone sees the whole thing.

Meanwhile, on the rooftop of a building separated by two other buildings.

Two people, one standing and one sitting, stood in the night wind.

Her brightly colored clothes swayed incessantly in the wind.

The two men faced the manhole cover into which the old dog had just hidden and watched the whole thing unfold.

The girl sitting on the edge of the rooftop, about 20 or 30 meters above the ground, kept swinging her legs, which were clad in black and pink striped wool socks.

A pair of gleaming leather shoes swayed back and forth in the night breeze.

The pink twin ponytails were also tossed and turned by the restless evening breeze.

At that moment, a slightly muffled but clear female voice came from behind her pink and blue painted face mask.

"Should we not chase after them? They're so dirty!"

Standing to the side was a man in a red suit, red tie, red shoes, and with medium-length red hair.

A young man wearing a red and gold face mask.

Hearing what the girl beside him said, he shrugged his shoulders, which were crossed over his arms, and a haughty young voice came from behind his mask.

“I agree with you, Foxtail. I might as well just roast him to a crisp. This kind of scum doesn’t deserve to join us.”

The little girl with pink hair and a mask beside her tilted her head in a troubled manner, her tone revealing confusion.

"No, Brother Yan. The boss specifically asked for this person. He has a great use for the two rune-inscribed bricks in his possession."

Upon hearing this, Yan, who had been standing in the night wind with his arms crossed, could only let out a cold snort from his nose in displeasure.

"Even though the boss is already so strong, that old turtle can control far more rocks than this guy."

"Why would they specifically target the meager sums in this scumbag's hands? I really don't understand what they're thinking."

Despite hearing these rather rude and offensive words, the girl, still happily swaying her short legs, showed no awareness that her boss had been insulted.

The girl with pink pigtails nodded rapidly, seemingly agreeing with the young man in red beside her.

"Mmm~ Mmm~ Brother Yan is right, they're all so confused..."

Halfway through his sentence, the alarm clock rang.

The little girl sitting on the rooftop quickly pulled her legs back and jumped up.

He shook the children's watch on his wrist and waved it wildly at the young man codenamed "Flame".

"Oh no! Oh no! Brother Yan, we have to go! My dear Xiao Chuan is about to wake up! We have to get back quickly!"

After saying that, she ignored the red-haired youth standing to the side, whose eyes were full of helplessness.

He made a jumping motion like a diver, leaping headfirst out of the building and hurtling towards the ground.

The red-haired youth standing to the side showed no sign of panic, as if this behavior was already commonplace.

He simply strolled slowly to the edge of the rooftop, bent down, and looked down.

The pink-haired girl had already mounted a black motorcycle and, with a roar of the engine, drifted away into the distance with a beautiful turn.

It took less than two minutes.

The young man was left all alone.

"Ugh, what's going on? I have to keep watch by myself again..."

After saying that, he returned to his original position, looking exhausted.

This time, however, he lacked his initial arrogance and instead sat down dejectedly, propping his head up with his hand.

With his eyelids drooping, he looked down at the manhole cover covered in garbage.

Completely bored, waiting for the "little mouse" to run out of the sewer.

(End of this chapter)