Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

Just as Shizuka Hiratsuka was halfway through her sentence, a gaunt, diminutive evil spirit suddenly darted out from around the corner ahead.

"You can see me! Woman!"

Its movements were as agile as a monkey's. It clung to the wall for a moment, then kicked off with its legs. Its dirty hands, with dirt still under the fingernails, reached out towards Shizuka Hiratsuka's chest, its eyes filled with a twisted excitement.

Faced with this evil spirit's perverted, lecherous behavior, Shizuka Hiratsuka was initially stunned.

Immediately afterward, her face showed displeasure. More than fear, she felt anger.

"Die!"

Shizuka Hiratsuka clenched her right fist, lowered her body slightly, and using her waist for leverage, delivered the most powerful punch of her life.

"Bang!"

The diminutive evil spirit was still in mid-air when Shizuka Hiratsuka's punch struck it squarely in the face, sending it flying backward into the wall with a muffled thud.

"Hmph."

Shizuka Hiratsuka waved her fist, a look of arrogance on her face.

"A pervert like that deserves a taste of my iron fist!"

Watching Shizuka Hiratsuka's violent display, Ye Xing muttered to himself.

"Shizuka, do you know why you still can't find a boyfriend?"

"You…"

Shizuka Hiratsuka was momentarily choked, then she snorted softly and struck a classic pose, arms crossed in front of her chest, chin raised in a haughty manner.

"It's not that I can't find one, it's just that I don't want to, hmph."

"You're certainly stubborn."

Immediately afterward, Ye Xing chuckled and added.

"But even the most stubborn mouth becomes soft when kissed."

"You…"

Shizuka Hiratsuka brandished her fist, her face flushed slightly.

"You dare to tease your teacher? Do you want to taste my iron fist too?"

"That won't be necessary."

Ye Xing waved his hand, then looked towards the wall.

"However, evil spirits aren't so easily dealt with."

Shizuka Hiratsuka followed his gaze and noticed that the diminutive evil spirit had vanished without a trace.

The next second, a blur appeared from around the corner.

"You… can all see me!"

This time, the diminutive evil spirit's speed was even greater.

Its target remained the same, attempting to commit indecent acts against Shizuka Hiratsuka.

"You're really asking for it."

Ye Xing said calmly, and the showerhead in his hand flew out like a meteor hammer, hitting the diminutive evil spirit squarely in the face.

"Bang."

After the diminutive evil spirit's body landed on the ground, before it could make any move, Ye Xing took two steps forward and grabbed the few remaining hairs on its bald head with his left hand.

"Time for some fun."

Ye Xing raised his foot and stepped on the diminutive evil spirit's abdomen, his eyes flashing with a madness and excitement that Shizuka Hiratsuka had never seen before, while his right hand slowly brought the showerhead closer to the evil spirit's face.

The scene that followed for the next minute could only be described with one word.

Brutal.

Shizuka Hiratsuka finally understood how to use a showerhead.

The showerhead has dense small holes for releasing water, and the inside is empty.

So, the question is.

What happens if you use incredible force to press the side with the small holes firmly against an evil spirit's face, and then keep increasing the pressure and pushing down?

That's right.

This perverted, lecherous evil spirit was "spun into silk" by Ye Xing with the showerhead.

Shizuka Hiratsuka, who witnessed the entire process, was beyond shocked.

Only then did she finally understand something.

Although Ye Xing had done so many outrageous things at Sobu High School, compared to what he had just done, they were extremely restrained.

Slapping a few male classmates, sleeping in class, calling his teacher Shizuka…

All of these things became insignificant compared to the scene that had just unfolded before Shizuka Hiratsuka's eyes.

What is a violent maniac?

This is a violent maniac!

Even if you beat Shizuka Hiratsuka to death, she would never have imagined that a showerhead could be used in such a wonderful way!

She silently made a decision.

In the future… she should just take baths in the bathtub.

"Okay, I'm done."

After saying these easily misunderstood words, Ye Xing, like a beast that had vented its desires, impatiently stomped on the head of the evil spirit lying on the ground, its body still twitching.

Just then, Shizuka Hiratsuka suddenly heard a soft sound and footsteps coming from the fire exit door behind her.

She turned her head and saw a woman wearing a black mourning dress, her long black hair falling to her waist and obscuring her face, her figure slender and tall, leading a group of terrified hotel guests slowly out of the stairwell.

The woman in mourning clothes paused slightly when she saw Ye Xing and Shizuka Hiratsuka standing not far away, then a strange fanaticism gleamed in her eyes beneath her black hair, and she quickly walked towards where the two were standing.

Seeing the other party's appearance, Shizuka Hiratsuka's heart tightened.

It wasn't that she was seeing ghosts everywhere, but the woman in mourning clothes' temperament, dress, and eyes all looked too much like an evil spirit.

Who would wear mourning clothes in a hotel if they were normal?

No, a normal person wouldn't wear mourning clothes out at all!

Under Shizuka Hiratsuka's watchful gaze, the woman in mourning clothes had already walked up to Ye Xing.

She raised her hands and slowly brushed aside the black hair obscuring her face, revealing an absolutely beautiful face that even Shizuka Hiratsuka, as a woman, felt a tremor in her heart.

It's just that on this absolutely beautiful face, her delicate, slender eyes were filled with a strong, twisted jealousy, staring intently at…

The showerhead in Ye Xing's hand.

"Master…"

The woman in mourning clothes' voice sounded very resentful.

"Have you… found a new weapon? Are you unwilling to use me anymore? Do you dislike me? Do you not want me anymore?"

Listening to these words, and seeing the aggrieved expression on the woman in mourning clothes' face, and the jealous, twisted look in her eyes, a word appeared in Shizuka Hiratsuka's mind.

Yandere.

But this yandere… how is it different from the yandere she had heard of before?

Regardless of what relationship this beautiful woman in black mourning clothes had with Ye Xing.

Even if she was a yandere, even if it was because of a strong possessiveness, shouldn't that jealous gaze be directed at her?

In this world, there is actually someone who would regard a mere showerhead as a rival!?

What an abstract development!?

"Oh, this."

Ye Xing shook the showerhead in his hand and smiled.

"You weren't here, and I didn't want to touch the evil spirit with my bare hands, so I just grabbed something."

Hearing this, the woman in mourning clothes turned her gaze to Ye Xing's face, her tone resentful, making Shizuka Hiratsuka, who was listening from the side, feel her heart tighten.

"Compared to this concubine who can be used at will, do you prefer this mere modern creation? Is this concubine not doing well enough? If it is Master's order, Master can use me as roughly as he wants."

Shizuka Hiratsuka's face was flushed red, and steam was about to come out of her head.

She was really shocked.

This woman in black mourning clothes had a rather ancient style in her dress and temperament, but she could say such bold and naked words!

Rough use…

Shizuka Hiratsuka didn't dare to think about how rough it would be.

"Don't be jealous here."

Ye Xing patted the woman in black mourning clothes' head and smiled.

"You stay here and protect these people, especially this one next to me, do you hear me?"

The woman in mourning clothes glanced at Shizuka Hiratsuka, without the slightest hint of jealousy, but instead with a very gentle look in her eyes, and smiled.

"Then please stay close to me and don't leave my side."

Shizuka Hiratsuka really didn't understand.

The other party was jealous of even the showerhead, but was so gentle to her.

Does this mean…

In the eyes of this woman in black mourning clothes, she, as a woman, was not as good as a showerhead?

What brand is this showerhead?

No, that's not the point…

"Alright, I'm leaving first."

Ye Xing glanced at Onimaru Kunitsuna, who had transformed into human form, and emphasized again.

"Remember, anything can happen to the others, but this person…"

He pointed to Shizuka Hiratsuka, who was next to him, not knowing what she was thinking, and felt like she had lost her radiance.

"You must protect her well."

"Rest assured, Master."

"Then I'll leave it to you, Kotsuna."

After Ye Xing left, Onimaru Kunitsuna looked at his receding figure, and a clear flush appeared on her delicate and charming face.

"Master… called me Kotsuna."

Looking at the expression on Onimaru Kunitsuna's face, Shizuka Hiratsuka was speechless.

Such a beautiful and mature woman, and her figure is also…

Thinking of this, she glanced at Onimaru Kunitsuna's chest, and then glanced at her own.

Complete defeat.

Such a woman actually called Ye Xing Master in public…

Chapter 187: The Falling Elevator, the Entrapment of the Exorcist