Superman Termination Manual

Chapter 342: Chapter 201: Major Event Two: Blood Clan Hunter (Five)_3

“Right,” Lin Ke crossed his arms, “So does that boy really bear the Blood Clan Oath?”

“That’s actually true, I only realized it when I got close to him,” Sisteruo said, “which made me even more certain that he’s the player.”

Speaking of which, Sisteruo sighed lightly, “But this family really is a den of dragons and tigers. When we arrived at this district yesterday afternoon, if it hadn’t been for spotting them buying a cake, we might still be unaware that there’s a dragon in his house, and a A++ level combat power at that. It’s terribly frightening, so we had to step back and rethink our plans. If we don’t draw some of his family members away, even with Flint’s help, we are likely unable to break through their defenses.”

She paused, “Especially that Qing Ya, I think he’s the most dangerous one. But right now he must be busy dealing with the nuclear bomb, too occupied to bother with us. We need to find that vampire before the bomb explodes.”

Lin Ke asked, “So… is Ke Mingye’s real body hiding in this district?”

“That’s very likely,” Sisteruo looked over the chaotic Old Jingmai Street.

After thinking some more, she added, “Anyway, our target is not him, but that vampire.”

“Right,” Lin Ke glanced at her, “You seem reluctant to be his enemy.”

“I always feel we are kindred spirits…” Sisteruo spoke softly, “though he won’t admit it.”

“Some brat also dares to measure up to our Sisteruo. Ungrateful,” Howard scoffed, blowing the gun’s muzzle.

Sisteruo chuckled lightly and said, “Speaking of which, Lin Ke, Flint, Howard, I want to ask one more time before the battle begins, do you really think I am Sisteruo?”

“Of course, otherwise I would’ve killed you right away,” Lin Ke said as he ruffled her hair.

“You are… our family,” Flint stated, expressionless.

“Sisteruo is talking nonsense again,” Howard laughed roguishly, “If you’re not Sisteruo, then who is?”

“Then Ke Mingye… what is he?” Sisteruo tilted her head, “And the other players, what are they?”

“I don’t know,” Lin Ke said, “but if their existence means you can’t keep living, then they are my enemies.”

“Do you think… he could actually be a native of this world?” Sisteruo suddenly said.

“Like you?”

“Yes, don’t you think I’m just someone whose brain was implanted with another set of memories?” Sisteruo said, “Of course, players might be divided into two groups: one where the natives are implanted with memories, and another where souls from a parallel world replace some natives of this world.”

She hesitated, “Ke Mingye might be the same as me, belonging to the former.”

“At least I think you are the first scenario; you and the Sisteruo I knew before are no different… from bodily movements, micro-actions, facial expressions, to personality,” Lin Ke looked side-long at her, “Stop worrying about it, we still have a battle to fight.”

“Thank you for believing in me, Lin Ke.”

Upon hearing this, Sisteruo leaned from horseback and gently hugged her.

…

That day, in the afternoon, at Bai Ke’s home, in a room on the second floor.

Ke Yinzhi yawned and slowly lifted his eyelids, waking up. He removed the book covering his face and looked up at the ceiling, only then realizing he had been sitting on the floor against the wall, asleep for a long time.

Suddenly, he heard a noise from outside the floor-to-ceiling window and put the Bible beside him. He stretched, turned his face, and checked the situation outside from the corner of his eye.

All he could see was devastation, and masses of rioters everywhere. Even the Old Jingmai District was shrouded in shadows of rioters, like a raging river sweeping in, trying to drown the world and carry it into the sea.

“Those demons who dare not face the sunlight, those slaves driven by the desire for blood, we are here, we are here, we are here, we are the eternal saints, yet also the unclean hunters…”

In the rain, the resounding slogans echoed through the street, even drowning out the emergency broadcast sounds.

“Has it really come to this just because I slept?” Ke Yinzhi said, tilting his head, “Am I still not awake…”

He murmured to himself, stood up from the floor, and searched the living room on the first floor only to find that Bai Qiuwu and Bai Zini and others were not there; the living room was empty.

So he moved back to the second floor, unable to recall the order of their rooms, he randomly chose a door to knock on and asked in a lazy tone.

“Xiao Ling, Yongzhu, are you in the room?”

Saying this and seeing still no response, Ke Yinzhi turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. He quickly found that neither Ke Yongzhu’s nor Bai Ziling’s rooms were occupied at that moment.

The entire second floor was empty of people.

“This is really worrisome…” Ke Yinzhi sighed.

“It’s–it’s haunted, that’s what this is!” Bai Wenna yelled abruptly, walking out of the bathroom after applying a face mask, seeing the chaos outside the window and her eyes widened in shock.

“Don’t panic, Mom, I’m here.”

Ke Yinzhi casually responded, and while lowering his head, he sent a message to Ke Xiaomo asking him to help locate his younger siblings, then went downstairs to the living room.

“Yin Zhi, are the younger siblings still at home, they should still be upstairs, right?”

Bai Wenna’s face mask was about to fall off from fright, she turned to look at Ke Yinzhi, then again at the chaotic scene outside the window, and asked anxiously.

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