Superman Termination Manual - Chapter 334

Chapter 334: Chapter 199 Big Event Two: Blood Clan Hunter (Part 3)

After sending a message to his second brother, Ke Mingye put away his phone and controlled the second Deception Puppet, the strange thing, stepping out from the basement.

At this moment, three bodies that he needed to control coexisted simultaneously within the city. His original body could be ignored, but the blue owl and the strange thing could not afford a sudden crash on either side.

Thus, knowing he couldn’t control them all, Ke Mingye simply activated Personality Split.

Following that, the strange thing slowly split open its mouth, flinging webs upwards and climbing from one tall building to another toward the Huanjing Tower.

On the way, the strange thing deliberately stopped at the top of a supermarket, opened a window, shot webs at a small chalkboard that read “Eggs at half price today!” Then it erased the text with the back of its hand and picked up a piece of chalk, writing “Qing Ya LoveLove” with a few thuds.

After writing, the strange thing seemed to realize something was amiss. It stroked its chin thoughtfully for a while and then, having an epiphany, drew a large heart next to the text.

Then casually dropping the chalk, it tucked the chalkboard under its arm, raised its right hand to shoot webs sticking to the surface of a nearby high-rise, pushed off from the ground and swung upwards.

Before long, it arrived at Huanjing Tower.

Sitting on the railing of the observatory, it gazed vacantly towards the Superhero Tower in the distance.

The Superhero Tower’s emergency defense mode was already being deactivated, with the red veil slowly fading from the building’s surface as if shedding a layer of skin.

Soon after, everything returned to normal.

“Oh oh, the upright terror crow, terrible Crow Man… hurry up, a bit faster, or our comrade blue owl might bite the dust,” the strange thing murmured, swinging its leg and merrily holding up the small chalkboard that read “Qing Ya LoveLove,” waiting for an unwelcome visitor to show up.

A moment later, it heard a hoarse and ominous voice behind it.

“Are you looking for me?”

At the sound, the strange thing was slightly startled, then it lowered the chalkboard and grinned broadly, slowly turning its head and squinting with the corner of its eye at the dark silhouette behind it.

“Yes, I’ve been looking for you for a long time, Mr. Qing Ya,” it said, “are you worried about comrade blue owl? But don’t worry, he’s still alive.”

“This doesn’t seem like something you would do.”

“Of course, it’s always a pleasure to talk with a smart person. I couldn’t cause such a commotion,” the strange thing paused and raised a finger, “Have you ever heard of the Hunter of the Blood Clan?”

Hearing this, Qing Ya, wrapped in his cape like wings, slowly said, “‘Hymn of Hell,’ I’ve dealt with one or two cases related to them before, but that organization should be extinct by now.”

“No, there are still one or two remnants of this organization alive, and their strength is not ordinary, you know.”

“Is that so…” Qing Ya pondered, “I thought they had all been wiped out during the campaign against the progenitor of the Blood Clan, ‘Icaria.’”

“So it seems,” the strange thing replied, touching its chin, “perhaps it’s because the few who are left are so strong that they were able to survive that battle, right?”

“All of this is irrelevant,” Qing Ya paused, “why would they target the blue owl?”

“Who knows?” the strange thing spread its hands, “is there a possibility that the Timekeeper has actually been hiding inside the Hunter of the Blood Clan all these years?”

Qing Ya was silent for a moment: “It’s you who did this, right?”

“NoNoNo, of course not, how would I know their reasons for targeting comrade blue owl,” the strange thing sighed, resting its forehead, “don’t make it sound like I’m some sort of mastermind. I’m just a creature who likes to play pranks, a bit naughty perhaps, but otherwise perfect in character. Look, I even brought you a gift before coming to meet you.”

Saying this, it turned over the chalkboard that read “Qing Ya LoveLove (heart)” and held it high, shaking it twice in front of Qing Ya.

The strange thing smiled, cocked its head, and quietly waited for Qing Ya’s response.

However, Qing Ya ignored the chalkboard, not even glancing at the writing above, and asked.

“Where’s the blue owl?”

Hearing this, the strange thing’s mouth corners dropped slightly, and it sighed, bending over, then carelessly discarding the chalkboard, said, “Blue owl, you really have nothing but blue owl on your mind. To be honest, what’s so great about that owl anyway?”

“I’ll ask again… where is the blue owl?”

Qing Ya said slowly, his tone growing heavier.

“So annoying, I’m the kind who ‘takes honey, not vinegar.’ It would devalue me to tell you just because you ask, especially when you’re the one in need and not me,” the strange thing stated, “but seeing as you’re in such a pitiable state… I’ll go to the trouble of telling you. After all, you wouldn’t want to repeat history, like with the pigeon incident, right?”

After speaking, the strange thing laughed ominously, its hollow eyes fixed unwaveringly on Qing Ya’s face.

Upon hearing the name Grey Pigeon, Qing Ya’s expression remained calm, showing no anger as the strange thing had expected.

The strange thing found it dull and shook its head: “Very well, worthy of our battle-hardened Crow Man, no longer ruffled by the provocations of villains.”

Pausing for a moment, its hands dangling on its knees, it turned to look towards the old town district, “Lodi Old Town District, west side entrance, the fifth abandoned building from the left.”

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