Yiren's non-human chat group

"Na~, Yazi, do you feel like it's extra cold today?"

She walked well. Jingzi, who was chatting and laughing with the girl named Yazi next to her, suddenly trembled. She felt a stream of sinister wind that seemed to be conscious, pouring crazily from her collar into her clothes, causing her to let out a cry.

Exclaimed in discomfort.

However, Jingzi had no choice but to hold the schoolbag in her hand against her chest.

I want to prevent the invasion of these strange winds in this way.

But Yazi on the side did not feel this way. The flat neckline gave Yaofeng no room to exert its power.

"Cold? Is it true? It's because you are in poor health, Jingzi. I told you that you shouldn't go to the classroom every day. It would be great to exercise more like me, Hora..."

Looking at the little faces on the side with their embarrassed faces, the leather bag in her arms and her body at an angle of 75 degrees, Shizuko pressing down the soft flesh, a proud smile appeared on Yazi's face, a pair of slender and powerful thighs

Straightening up, tapping the ground with the soles of his feet, taking a few steps and jumping, he walked around the girl named Jingzi several times, and finally stood in front of Jingzi and started walking backwards, with a proud look, as if

Talking.

"Look how powerful I am."

"I'm just saying, Jingzi, you still have to exercise well..."

"Pa~"

But just after taking two steps, Yazi's back hit something unknown.

Yazi feels like a human being because the installation doesn't feel like a car, wall or street light.

But it didn't look like a human being, because it felt a little heavy when bumped into it, and it didn't even sway.

"Smi Marseille~"

However, although something felt wrong, Yazi jumped up quickly, jumped to the side, and bowed to apologize.

However, after bowing and raising his head, Yazi realized that in front of him was a tall man wearing casual clothes and about 1.85 meters tall.

The other person's back was turned to her, his back half was illuminated by the light, and his front half was hidden in the darkness, and he was motionless, which looked extremely weird.

"Ano? Simimasai."

Jingzi on the side seemed to feel something was wrong, and she couldn't help but have a bad feeling in her heart. She couldn't help but take a half step back, thinking of the people who committed suicide around the school and the "faceless man" mentioned by Yazi before.

"s legend.

And just as the two of them called, the motionless person in front of them moved.

I saw him slowly turning around under the light of the street lamp. In that alternating position of light and darkness, neither Jingzi nor Yazi could see the other person's face clearly.

In this certain atmosphere, the two high school girls Shizuko and Ako couldn't help but feel a little scared.

"It's okay, I'm okay, are you okay?"

The person who turned around was a handsome guy with a strong body.

As soon as Yazi saw this handsome guy, his eyes immediately lit up, but he was embarrassed to be too enthusiastic and just lowered his head to apologize.

But Jingzi on the side did not come forward. Because she is good at painting, Jingzi is extremely sensitive to the movement of human facial muscles. Looking at the "handsome guy" in front of her, for some reason, Jingzi always felt that the expression of the guy in front of her seemed a bit strange.

nature.

But Jingzi couldn't see what was wrong.

However, Jingzi's worries were soon put aside, because the two of them soon separated from the man.

And as they walked, the noise around them gradually returned, sparse crowds and gorgeous neon lights slowly appeared, and the surrounding roads were illuminated again.

"Na~, Jingzi, don't you have any interest in such a handsome guy? You didn't even want to say a word just now."

On this occasion, the two girls fully recovered their usual liveliness and started chatting.

After hearing Yazi's words, the expression on the girl named Jingzi's face showed no other reaction. She just shook her head and said:

"I just feel like something's not right."

"What's wrong?"

Hearing Jingzi's answer, Yazi also looked a little strange.

"The mask in his hand makes me feel something is wrong..."

"Mask? Do you have one?"

As for the mask that Jingzi mentioned, Yazi looked confused. Did the handsome guy just hold a mask in his hand? She didn't pay attention at all...

In response, Jingzi gave her a blank look.

"You have been focusing on looking at the handsome guy just now. Your eyes are almost imprinted on his face. How can you pay attention to this..."

…

On the other side, here are the "handsome guys" the two girls call.

Handsome guys do have masks, but this mask is an improper mask, and handsome guys are also improper handsome men.

The handsome guy is naturally Xiao Yiren's "holster". As for the mask...

Then set the time a few minutes ago.

About six or seven minutes ago.

It's still this place.

Feeling the inexplicable atmosphere around them, the sparse crowd that inexplicably turned in another direction, and the two female high school students who didn't follow the crowd at all, I immediately realized that something was wrong.

"Illusion and the dispersal of idlers are exactly what a ghost movie should be."

After complaining, Xiao Yiren directly controlled the leather bag and rushed into this "no man's land".

Then after walking through a series of dark and abnormal streets, I found a man about three meters tall, tall and thin, who looked like a street lamp. He lowered his head and had no facial features at all. He looked quite like the underworld.

Guy.

To be honest, Xiao Yiren didn't react at first when he saw this guy, thinking it was a broken street lamp, until this guy stretched out his claws towards Xiao Yiren.

The blade-like claws slashed across like a sharp sword, and the sharp sound piercing the air made Xiao Yiren's hair stand on end.

However, fortunately, Xiao Yiren's reaction was extremely fast, and the leather jacket's response was not slow either. He jumped away and avoided the blow, leaving a long scratch on the ground.

"Good fellow, the road has been opened. This faceless man must have used this hand to carve out his face."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After thinking about it for just a moment, Xiao Yiren did not give him any courtesy. Since he has already taken action, he will be more thorough.

"Walker!"

Following Xiao Yiren's soft drink, a not-so-tall figure suddenly appeared. A pair of fists glowing with green light mercilessly hit the outstretched paws of the faceless man in front of him.

In an instant, there was a sound of gold and iron clashing.

Then I saw that the palm of the faceless man's outstretched hand was directly twisted into a ball. The palm of the hand was twisted and twisted like a knife, and it looked like a fork that had been twisted into a twist.

Seeing this situation, the traveler did not stop the attack. Instead, he leaned forward directly and surrounded the cyan lightning fist. Meteors hit the monster in front of him one after another, directly opening several holes in its thin body.

.

However, what flowed out of these holes was not blood, but patches of gray powder that looked like poisonous mist. However, even the monks who were immune to Sadako's virus didn't care that much.

Only ten seconds passed before the huge faceless man was dismantled into a ball of waste by the walker.

But even so, this guy still didn't seem to be dead. The gray powder from his body attracted each other and wanted to gather together. I really don't know if this guy can recover, but this sight still made Xiao Yiren frown slightly.

.

Since he can still be a demon, it proves that the guy in front of him is not dead yet.

And now the only complete part of this guy is a head without facial features.

So that means if you want to kill this guy, you probably need to smash his head directly.

However, Xiao Yiren did not do that for the time being. Instead, he put the traveler away first and summoned another substitute - the prop maker.

Just like the modified wither and heart-piercing attack, Xiao Yiren directly let the prop maker place his big hand on the remaining head.

Part of the reason why Xiao Yiren remained motionless after being hit just now was because he was concentrating on transforming the faceless man into a prop.

And when the props are finished, all that's left is the mask in Xiao Yiren's hands.

Looking back to the present, Xiao Yiren looked at the brass-colored mask with a strange smile in his hand, and his face couldn't help but become serious. This mask was not familiar to him, but it was not unfamiliar either.

At the same time, it was only at this time that Xiao Yiren noticed that the gray powder on the ground was the poisonous mist. It was clearly pencil dust from the paintbrush.

If things are really as he thinks, then in the next period of time, his workload will probably be very heavy and it will also be very troublesome.

"Forget about Sadako, Anzhiju is here too. This JoJo's Bizarre Adventure is really a perverted birth, full of disasters..."