The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 372: The instant death ability of the spiritual monk

Speaking of which, it seems like I could take on more jobs like this...

Thinking of this, Jiuer's mind suddenly became alive.

She turned around and told her two younger brothers: "If there are such tasks in the future, you can assign them to me first. I am relatively free in most cases."

"...such a task?"

The man asked cautiously.

"Anyone who can kill can do it. Even extraordinary people are no problem."

Jiuer replied casually.

Anyway, her companions are coming soon. If you encounter someone you can’t defeat, just start recruiting...

Thinking of this, she chuckled happily.

Like a little girl waving a branch she picked up, she waved the tomahawk in her hand lightly. The heavy stainless steel battle ax whistled in the air, making a sharp whistling sound.

The two of them were so frightened that they subconsciously took two steps back.

Seeing them like this, Jiu'er couldn't help but laugh and said: "Don't be like this, I can't hurt you... I know it well."

"...You are talking about it, Miss."

The two men suddenly looked bitter and responded in succession.

The two "little brothers" assigned to Jiu'er are both elite employees of Gray Swan. They are physically strong, good at using rifles and hand-to-hand combat, and know common sense about tracking and counter-tracking, but they just don't have a professional inheritance.

But from Jiu'er's point of view, their combat effectiveness is about level seven to eight. If you hold a firearm, you can even defeat a level 10 swordsman.

In terms of street fighting alone, even the regular army may not be able to defeat them.

The task they are really responsible for is to monitor Jiuer's behavior at all times, ensure that she does not come into contact with other underground gangs, and prevent her from doing things that are mindless or may damage the company's interests... These are normal Responsibilities.

And because of Jiu'er's size and age, they have additional responsibilities - responsible for scaring away or forcibly driving away those who don't have eyes, so as not to give Jiu'er an excuse to go berserk and kill.

They can see it very clearly.

When Jiuer killed someone, not only did he feel no psychological pressure, he even had a happy expression on his face.

It was not the crazy smile of a bloodthirsty maniac enjoying the killing process, nor was it the joy of getting money after killing someone. It's more like the pure joy of completing some important mission or winning a game.

Purely joy in killing for its own sake.

...This is really terrible.

Even if they were gangsters, they would never be like this.

This is a monster!

And when they discovered that there was no reward or wanted person on this young lady, they became even more afraid of her.

What does this mean?

It shows that she has been hiding her madness and crimes very well!

Then the two men became even more trembling.

They were taken to the bar by Jiu'er the day before yesterday and gave her some wine - because Jiu'er looked too young, the bar owner refused to give her wine - after drinking too much wine, she became even more irritable and complaining. What they didn’t understand... what kind of exam it was, and what kind of Annan thing they were talking about. They once planned to run out and hide for a while after paying the money.

But I don't know if Jiu'er saw their thoughts - she stopped their movements directly and let them try to hold their weapons.

After they tentatively tried to bring up Jiu'er's weapon... the tomahawk she was holding on to the table fell down, almost splitting one of them in half.

The tomahawk was more than a head taller than Jiu'er, and the steel shaft was wrapped with a long hardwood handle for shock absorption. The head of the tomahawk is bigger than the head of Jiu'er.

And such a big thing is solid.

It was even treated by Annan, using rituals to add extra weight and harden the edge.

In the military, this is a weapon that can only be wielded by a macho man who is at least 1.9 meters tall and weighs 200 pounds or more. It can cut a person in half with just one swing.

And to use this, a macho man needs both hands.

Ke Jiu'er only needs one hand to lift the battle ax and swing it around like a pointer - she doesn't even have any psychological shadow about using her fists to smash other people's heads, or using an ax to skillfully chop people in half. .

This makes the company's senior management unclear, what is Jiu'er's profession... Why does he have such great power? Why are you so accustomed and happy to killing people?

Is he a fallen executioner? Or the executioner?

Or is it the Scarlet Warrior of the Red Knight?

This is possible.

They are not even sure how old Jiu'er really is.

Some people in the company even secretly speculated that Jiu'er might be a transcendent person who could transfer his soul into people after killing them. Because there are indeed extraordinary people with this type of ability...

This also makes them more afraid of Jiuer.

But in fact, the profession of berserker is not rare.

It can even be said to be quite common——

In the duel arena, there are some berserkers; on the battlefield there are many more. The Principality of Winter produces a large number of berserkers.

The characteristics of a berserker are generally that he wears a bronze belt, his upper body is covered with scars, and his body is lean but muscular. And those curses, like dried blood, will be branded on their own torsos - when the time comes to fight, they will skillfully tear apart the curses on themselves with one hand and become mad in an instant.

And it is to the extent that the skin and flesh are directly torn open, and the internal organs or bones are exposed.

They never imagined that Jiu'er, with clean and delicate skin, delicate face, and no visible muscles on his body, would be a berserker...

Rather, it would be better to say that the berserker, who looks no different from an ordinary young girl but has more than three times the strength of an ordinary person, can be said to be a special profession in itself...

But at this moment, an old voice sounded:

"Oh, this lady...is it convenient to talk now?"

"Hey! Old man, you——didn't..."

The two of them suddenly felt nervous, and turned around to yell.

——This is the eldest lady that they don't dare to mess with.

But when they saw the person behind them clearly, their voices suddenly dropped.

It was an old man who looked like a shrimp, curled up in a pure black wheelchair.

He lowered his head and wore a white hood that was slightly yellowed due to long-term use. The exposed hands were covered with dark yellow bandages that had dried out and lost elasticity. The bandages were also covered with densely packed black runes that seemed to be swimming.

Like a mummy, full of dark life.

The old man chuckled under his hood, revealing his teeth as yellow as corpses, trying his best to make a kind smile.

He repeated again: "Is it convenient to talk here, Miss?"

"...Sorry, Your Excellency!"

The two reacted quickly and immediately bowed their heads to the old man and apologized.

They know very well.

In the royal capital, the last thing you want to offend are "weirdos".

And the old man didn't blame them.

In other words, the old man never glanced at them from beginning to end.

While being watched by the old man, Jiuer gradually became serious.

She cautiously grasped the battle ax in her hand, loosened her coat slightly, and unbuttoned a few buttons of her long windbreaker.

This sense of oppression...

Those two mortals may not feel it.

But Jiu'er, who was close to the silver level, could clearly feel his body shaking.

Just hearing the sound makes my body feel afraid.

The soul is lingering... countless evil winds seem to be passing through his body.

——Jiuer knows this person.

Seen from the perspective of Longjing Tea...the Pope named "Bernardino Telesio", the false **** "The Bell Ringer".

A true gold-level powerhouse.

The only current user of the profession "Lingcheng Monk".

"What's the matter?"

Jiuer asked cautiously.

The old man chuckled and asked in a low voice: "Are you interested...in a different place to live?"

"...I live well now and don't need it for the time being."

This is **** sexual harassment.

Jiuer was silent for a while, then answered politely.

The old man shook his head slightly: "I didn't ask you."

"What?"

Jiuer was stunned.

The next moment, she suddenly felt an extremely strong, invisible cold wind penetrating her body. Then she suddenly lost all feeling of touch throughout her body.

She suddenly heard the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground - Jiu'er looked down and found that her body holding the battle ax suddenly fell to the ground weakly, and then turned into black ashes in the blink of an eye.

And she turned into a translucent posture, standing there at a loss.

Around her were dozens—even hundreds—of souls.

The human soul.

The soul of the centaur.

The soul of the elf. ~IndoMTL.com~ and – Demon’s Souls.

But in Jiu'er's current field of vision, he saw another attitude of the old man.

It was a kind old man with only the waist and above, and no hands. He was not so much "sitting" in a wheelchair as he was "positioned" in a wheelchair. He had no hair.

Looks like Professor X who was tragically involved in a car accident...

Such thoughts came to Jiu'er's mind.

"——I'm asking about your soul, Miss."

From the perspective of the soul, the old man's voice is no longer so hoarse and ugly, but warm and kind: "You are from another world, right? I didn't see your remaining lifespan... You are still an immortal .

"Have you ever heard of... the term 'Book of Heavenly Cars'?"

Pure white flames flashed in the old man's empty eyes.