Superman Termination Manual - Chapter 249

Chapter 249: Chapter 167 Family Meeting Second Loop (Part 1)_2

So Bai Qiuwu knew in her heart that Black Wukong wasn’t incapable, he simply didn’t want to put his heart into teaching her. Nonetheless, the little she had learned was sufficient: in most fights against criminals, her combat skills had the upper hand.

During that moment, Black Wukong commanded the Somersault Cloud to slowly lift Witch Black Rose’s body, allowing her to lie on the rolling clouds. Bai Qiuwu had personally experienced this sensation before, which felt like lying on a massage chair, conducive to promoting sleep.

As for herself, she planned to stay nearby and secretly observe the route Blue Owl would take to leave. Being unable to leave, she could only rely on the Somersault Cloud to attend to this matter.

Presently, compared to the police force, she trusted the Superhero Association more. After all, the portion of superhumans within the police force was small, and escorting a witch was safer left to the Superhero Association.

But just as Black Wukong was about to send Black Rose toward the Superhero Tower using the Somersault Cloud, suddenly, a deafening boom resonated throughout the sky.

Amid the cries of the crowd and the suddenly dimmed neon lights, she swiftly lifted her gaze and narrowed her Eyes of Golden Flame toward the slit that was slowly spreading across the night sky.

Within the crack, a vast and hazy silhouette began to emerge.

Like a giant folded umbrella slowly opening, the pattern leisurely stretched out, eventually forming a ring-shaped tower ascending upwards, its shape making it hard not to associate it with the ancient Tower of Babel from the “Bible.” The tower’s body shimmered like the aurora, dazzling yet exuding a sacred and inviolable grandeur.

“What is that…?”

Black Wukong gazed upward, murmuring in astonishment.

The next moment, a pillar of light expanded from the central part of the high tower, instantly enveloping Witch Black Rose’s body, and scattering the Somersault Cloud beneath her.

Black Wukong took a quick step backward, instantly putting a significant distance between herself and the light descending from the “Babel Tower.” By the time she regained her senses, the light pillar, along with Witch Black Rose’s body, had vanished.

Looking up into the heavens, the slit in the sky dome, as well as the pattern of Babel Tower, had already disappeared without a trace, as if a divine hand had erased them from this world.

Not far away, Blue Owl was equally shocked, his pupils reflecting the image of the tower while the system indicated it was the doing of the “Witch Church–Babel Tower.”

“Black Rose has already left the church, yet it seems those witches haven’t completely given up on her and have actually rescued her.”

Blue Owl snapped back to reality, pondering to himself.

He decided to ask Ash about the “Witch Church” and “Witch’s Night” while returning the brain imaging helmet tomorrow.

The next moment, as Babel Tower receded from the sky dome, the neon lights and billboards on the street lit up once more. The thorns that had rooted everywhere had decayed and withered, dispersing like a puddle of mud.

“It seems the witch has been rescued. What do we do now?”

Blue Owl asked as he walked toward Black Wukong’s silhouette.

“I don’t know… You should hurry up and leave, there could still be danger here.”

Black Wukong didn’t turn to look at him, instead lowering her head in thought for a moment before stepping into an alley while forming the Somersault Cloud under her feet once again, stepping onto the cloud and soaring into the sky, vanishing swiftly from the sight of onlookers.

“Right, it’s time to go home,” Blue Owl muttered to himself with one hand on his waist, “When I get back, I’ll probably be called for a meeting by my second brother and eldest sister. I hope they don’t bring along my eldest brother to pressure me, otherwise, I’m worried I won’t be able to handle it…”

Since Che Zhengchen was still unconscious in the hospital, he had no reason to return to the Superhero Association for the time being.

After all, he had completed the necessary paperwork and oral reports for the Dice Monster incident; as for tonight’s Witch Church incident, once Commander Che awoke tomorrow and learned of today’s events, he would naturally contact him. A trip to the Association would suffice then.

Afterward, as usual, Blue Owl turned into an uninhabited area, activated the invisibility feature of his night belt, and proceeded to tiptoe back the way he came, slipping into another alley.

He then entered an underground gambling den and exited from another door of the expansive casino. After taking several long detours and swapping places with a small dog on the second floor of an apartment using “phase transfer,” he hid away in a dark corner for a while, before calmly making his way to Old Jingmai Commercial Street. Arriving at the abandoned train station, he synchronized with his original body and made the switch.

Apart from that, Ke Mingye’s original body had also released a Bluebird Scout Plane in the train station in advance to watch for any unusual activity in the vicinity.

Fortunately, it seemed that nothing had happened.

This precaution was taken to guard against his second older brother, a shadow-lurking ninja who was most likely still observing him from nearby. If he couldn’t shake off his brother, the fact that he used a puppet decoy would be exposed.

Besides, after half a day, the existence of the puppet was nearing its limit, as it would soon automatically self-destruct. There was no time to lose, so it was imperative to find a safe place to dispose of the puppet quickly.

Finally, Ke Mingye stored items like the Blue Owl Battle Suit and the brain imaging helmet in an old storage locker of the train station, then landed a heavy punch to his own chest.

It had to be said, that punch was extremely forceful, causing him to spit out a mouthful of fresh blood and break one or two ribs. He gasped for air in pain, clutching at his chest.

But that was the desired effect; otherwise, it would be hard to explain why the injuries that appeared on Blue Owl’s body were not present on him.

Then, he sat on a public bench, cradling his chest to catch his breath, took a sip of mineral water to clear the blood taste from his mouth, and then stepped away from Old Jingmai Train Station.

Playing with his cellphone while walking home, Ke Mingye also used his browser to search for the names of “the two Magic Girls killed by the supercriminal Ghosthand Buddha a few years ago.”

The results came back quickly. In the official obituaries released at the time, the code names of the two contracted Magic Girls were “Magical Girl Bird Skill” and “Magical Girl Yinyi.” On such occasions, there was no need for the authorities to hide the real names of these heroes who sacrificed themselves for public safety, so their real names were also made public in the obituary. The former was named “Lin Jiaqi.”

As for the latter, she was named “He Yinlu.”

Lin Jiaqi’s remains had been cremated, while He Yinlu’s body was not left: according to the official explanation, He Yinlu’s body was likely torn into many pieces by Ghosthand Buddha and thrown into the furnace of a factory, making recovery impossible.

“He Yinlu…”

Ke Mingye murmured the name and recalled the true name of the “Witch Black Rose” he had just encountered. He soon raised his eyebrows slightly, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes.

As absurd as it sounded, the true names of the deceased “Magical Girl Yinyi” from a few years ago and today’s “Witch Black Rose”…

Were identical.

“Indeed…”

Ke Mingye murmured to himself, pocketing his cellphone and stepping onto the elevator to go home.

There are no such coincidences in the world, so Ke Mingye could be certain that Witch Black Rose… was the Magic Girl Yinyi who died at the hands of Ghosthand Buddha years ago.

“No wonder she said she was a ghost; the information panel also mentioned she was a friend of Magical Girl Ash, but my younger sister’s friends back then were only those two contracted Magic Girls who died at the hands of Ghosthand Buddha. Who else could it be…”

Thinking this, Ke Mingye took a deep breath and raised his eyes from his forehead to look at the elevator’s indicator panel. The digital “12” lit up, and with it, the elevator doors slowly opened.

He had just stepped out of the elevator and into the hallway when his steps suddenly stiffened. He looked up to see Ke Xiaomo leaning against the corridor wall with her shoulders hugged, her eyes closed, quietly waiting for him.

For a long moment, the elevator doors closed, and the light spilling from inside the elevator faded away, leaving the corridor entrance engulfed in near pitch darkness.

The next moment, the ceiling light above flickered on, banishing the night, casting a ghastly glow upon Ke Mingye’s cheeks.

In the abrupt light, Ke Xiaomo slowly opened her eyes, turned her face toward him, and her gaze was as cold and sharp as a blade.

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