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No one expected that the dried corpse would pounce directly on Yamamoto Ichiro.
"Get away!" Scarlett cried out in panic, "I, I, I can't control him anymore..."
Her face was deathly pale, large beads of cold sweat appeared on her forehead, her once delicate features were slightly distorted by pain, and the veins at her temples were throbbing faintly. She clutched her temples tightly with both hands, her body swaying precariously, as if she were fiercely fighting against some invisible and terrifying force, enduring a huge mental backlash.
His expression showed he was in excruciating pain, which was definitely not an act.
Yamamoto Ichiro was just clapping excitedly when he saw the dried corpse suddenly pounce on him. His expression changed, and his short body showed amazing reaction speed. He did a clumsy side roll and narrowly avoided the sudden attack of the dried corpse.
"Miss Scarlett, what are you doing? I'm your fan, you can't treat me like this!" Yamamoto Ichiro shouted as he ran.
Scarlett winced in pain, her voice escaping through clenched teeth, broken and fragmented: "No...it's not that I want to control it to attack you...it's that...it has its own remaining will! My...my mental strength is being eroded by it! Mr. Yamamoto, you...you're not a ninja, are you? Quick! Help me...help me destroy it! Otherwise...I'll be completely devoured by it!"
She screamed with all her might at the end, and tears welled up in her eyes from the intense pain. Her vulnerability on the verge of collapse was incredibly convincing.
Yamamoto Ichiro looked disgusted, as if he had eaten shit. He didn't say anything, just buried his head and ran, refusing to confront the dried corpse head-on.
Although the mummified corpse initially walked as if it were drunk, it now moves extremely fast, almost like a living person. However, when it moves, its joints make cracking sounds.
Qin Mian's eyes also became somewhat strange.
If it weren't for what happened before, he might have believed Scarlett's words were true, but now?
He strongly suspected that Scarlett was acting again.
As for their purpose, it is not yet clear. Perhaps they wanted to kill them, or perhaps they wanted to force out their abilities by using this dried corpse.
Now that Scarlett has revealed her identity, she clearly wants to drag Qin Mian and Yamamoto Ichiro into the mess as well.
"Damn it, playing Werewolf with an actor is like a complete rip-off!" Qin Mian cursed inwardly.
However, so far, the dried-up corpse has only been chasing Yamamoto Ichiro and has not attacked him.
The stone house was not large to begin with, and the interior was filled with thick layers of quicksand and gravel. In some places, the height was limited, and one had to bend over to pass through.
A man and a corpse chased and dodged in this confined space, facing constant danger. The dust they kicked up made the already dim light even more murky.
Soon, Yamamoto Ichiro was panting heavily from exhaustion.
"Baka! Why is this thing only chasing me? Why doesn't it attack him?" Yamamoto Ichiro finally couldn't hold back any longer. After a thrilling slide to avoid the sweeping corpse, he pointed at the composed Qin Mian and roared angrily, his tone full of incomprehension and resentment.
Scarlett bit her lip painfully until it bled.
"I don't know. Maybe this is a corpse from the Great Xia Dynasty. They all hate the Sakura people..." Scarlett said with difficulty.
Upon hearing this, Qin Mian's eyes sparkled.
I have to say, that reason is fucking reasonable.
"Baka..." Yamamoto Ichiro's face turned green. He really didn't expect Scarlett to come up with such a reason.
However, this guy didn't just sit and wait to die. Instead, a sinister smile flashed across his lips. "Heh, if I'm not having a good time, then we'll all be having a bad time together."
Thinking of this, he ran straight towards Qin Mian.
"Damn it, don't you dare come any closer..." Qin Mian cursed as he saw Yamamoto Ichiro running towards him.
He didn't hold back and kicked Yamamoto Ichiro.
"Qin Sang, save me..."
"Save your mother my ass! Aren't you a ninja? Just kill him later!" Qin Mian cursed, but his kick was anything but gentle.
However, Yamamoto Ichiro, though short, was exceptionally agile, easily dodging Qin Mian's powerful kick and flashing past him. He said, "Qin-san, you guys watch too many TV dramas and anime. There are no real ninjas. What we practice is just some illusions. I really can't beat him!"
"I'd be a fool to believe you!"
Qin Mian cursed inwardly, but in the blink of an eye, the dried corpse had already rushed in front of him.
Just as he was about to prepare for battle, he saw the dried-up corpse bypass him and continue chasing Yamamoto Ichiro.
This……
Qin Mian turned to look at Scarlett, but saw that Scarlett still looked pained and he couldn't tell what was wrong.
"Was this intentional on her part, or did she truly lose control of the dried corpse? If it was the former, why didn't she let the dried corpse attack me, but instead only attacked Yamamoto Ichiro?" Qin Mian was somewhat confused.
"Baka! Baka yarou! This is outrageous!"
Seeing this, Yamamoto Ichiro was furious.
This is fucking outrageous! He doesn't believe Scarlett didn't intentionally control it, but seeing Scarlett's pained expression, he feels it's not something Scarlett could control.
I really want to curse.
Moreover, the dried corpse ran faster and faster, as if it had completely stretched its muscles and bones, and its movements became more and more agile.
Yamamoto Ichiro knew that his stamina was limited, but he didn't know if the dried corpse had any limit. If he kept running like this until he was exhausted, he would be finished.
"Baka! You despicable woman!"
He cursed inwardly, knowing he couldn't keep running like this.
Suddenly, he flicked his hand, and several flashes of cold light passed by.
puff……
A shuriken was precisely embedded in the mummified corpse's forehead. Moreover, the shuriken must have been poisoned, as the withered skin around the wound instantly turned black.
Qin Mian and Scarlett both narrowed their eyes.
Damn it, this guy said ninjas only know some illusions, what the hell is that?
Qin Mian cursed inwardly, feeling a chill run down his spine.
This hidden weapon skill is fast, accurate, and ruthless. To hit the opponent's forehead at such close range and with the opponent moving at high speed is definitely a killing technique honed through countless trials! This guy was indeed pretending to be weak all along!
If we attack them without any warning, who can stop us?
This is not an era where everyone is a martial arts master.
"Damn it, this little cherry blossom really has been hiding her true abilities all along!"
However, Qin Mian still felt it was a pity that he hadn't been able to test Yamamoto Ichiro's abilities in the dungeon.
But then he saw that although the shuriken was stuck between the brows of the dried corpse, it had no effect on him at all, and the dried corpse continued to pounce on Yamamoto Ichiro.
"What...?" Yamamoto Ichiro's face turned green when he saw this.
This thing, even with a headshot and poison, isn't dead? How do you even kill it completely?
……