Superman Termination Manual - Chapter 346

Chapter 346: Chapter 202: Major Event Two: Blood Clan Hunter (Six)_3

Meanwhile, Lin Ke pulled a dagger from his waist, one that flowed with endless fresh blood.

Ke Xiaomo slightly furrowed her brows, peering through the ninja mask toward Sisteruo, who was slowly approaching Bai Ziling. She was about to slip into the shadows at her feet when another blood arrow, with the force of splitting bamboo, furiously shot towards her.

“It’s the ninja from before,” said Howard, holding the whip.

“Leave it to Lin Ke,” Sisteruo said, “Her strength is at a disadvantage, but her reactions are not inferior to that ninja. Moreover, she has two weapons forged from the Ancestor’s blood in her hands.”

As she spoke, she dropped down from the horseback, her feet touching the rain-soaked ground, “It feels good to walk on two feet again, having to pretend to be disabled all the time to conceal my identity.”

“That’s why they can’t find you,” Howard commented, “Our little trickster is indeed clever.”

Sisteruo walked toward the girl with white hair nailed to the billboard, slowly raised a dagger, and made a small cut on her bare skin.

“I’m not going to say I had no choice,” Sisteruo lifted the girl’s chin, “but I hope you don’t hold it against me.” With that, she leaned close to the girl’s ear, and the dagger in her hand suddenly exerted force.

The next moment, the girl’s chest was torn open. Within the dripping blood, the pulsating heart was faintly visible.

As flames raged, Bai Ziling’s consciousness began to blur. In her closing vision, she saw a hand reaching for her body.

From the canopy above, raindrops fell, pattering on her hair.

The rain soaked through Bai Ziling’s snow-white hair.

She closed her eyes and had a dream.

It was a similar feeling back then.

From the ceiling of the classroom, liquid from a bucket was poured over her, splashing onto her short, deliberately cut snow-white hair.

Bai Ziling crouched in the corner of the classroom, hugging her knees, staring through her wet bangs at the picture book on the ground, which had a little rabbit drawn by her brother in it.

Her brother had said, rabbits also have white hair and red eyes. Rabbits are cute, and lots of people like them, so it wasn’t strange that someone would like her too.

“Brother, liar…” Bai Ziling muttered softly, gazing at the water-drenched rabbit.

“What are you saying?” a child asked, “Aren’t you mute? We’ve never seen you talk before.”

She picked up the picture book, held it in her arms, and looked up through her bangs.

She saw several faces with ill intent. Their smirking gazes looked down on her as if examining some kind of oddity.

“Freak.”

“Playing foreigner.”

“I hate foreigners the most.”

Amidst their chatter, she picked up the open backpack and, under their gaze, methodically placed the books back into it. Then, unsteadily getting to her feet, she held the backpack and walked toward the classroom door.

No sooner had she stepped out than a child took her backpack, snatched the picture book from her arms, and threw it into the pond.

The girl paused, then approached the pond. She crouched down, allowing her shoes to get soaked, focusing on the picture book. Her red eyes stared blankly at the rabbit on the page.

The rabbit’s red eyes were also blurred by the pond water, murky like it was crying.

Under the gaze of many, the thin girl looked at the picture book in the pond, making eye contact with the rabbit.

“Brother… liar,” she whispered quietly.

Some kids said she’d finally gone mad, mumbling to the picture book; another threw her a new one, hitting her on the head, saying, “Here’s a new one for you.”

The white-haired girl squatted by the pond, her baby-fat face buried in her knees. Her red eyes unblinkingly fixed on the picture book in the pond, staring at the lonely rabbit.

She couldn’t tell if it was herself crying or the rabbit.

But the smile on the rabbit’s face was so blurred, was it because it was wet, or because her own eyes were watery?

That’s what she thought.

“Brother, liar.”

“Liar.”

“Liar.”

“Big liar.”

“Rabbit, you’re crying too.”

She murmured quietly, her heart aching, yet unable to shed tears.

Bai Ziling picked up the waterlogged picture book and hung her head as she walked out of the pond. The soaked sandals left uneven footprints on the playground ground.

A boy came over, trying to snatch her picture book.

Bai Ziling lifted her head, opened her mouth, and revealed sharp fangs. The boy was stunned and then fell to the ground in fright. The other boys around her looked at her with astonishment.

“Did you see her teeth?”

“I thought I saw it wrong?”

“Is there a monster?”

“Foreign kids are really different.”

Bai Ziling stood dumbfounded for a long time, closed her mouth, clutched the picture book, and ran home.

She hid in the bathroom, locked the door, placed the picture book on her knees, and opened it. Under the dim light, the rabbit’s smile was very blurry.

She tried to smile like the rabbit but couldn’t lift the corners of her mouth. She stretched out her finger, and at some point, her nails had become sharp and tore through the wet rabbit, shattering its face.

The girl froze for a long time, as if she had accidentally broken something, and tears spun in her eyes. She picked up the scissors and cut out the rabbit with the torn face from the picture book and set it aside. Then came the already very short white hair.

In the end, she squatted among the scattered scraps of paper and white hairs, silently staring at her own red eyes reflected in the water.

“Xiao Ling, are you okay?” Second brother’s voice came from outside the bathroom.

“What’s wrong with this child all of a sudden?” mother’s voice followed.

“Xiao Ling, open the door,” father’s voice said.

“Did something happen at school?” elder sister’s voice asked.

“Xiao xiao Xiao Ling, stop playing hide-and-seek!” second sister’s voice chimed in.

“Open the door, tell Big Brother what happened,” elder brother’s voice urged.

“She might not want you to bother her,” the younger brother’s voice suggested.

“What are you saying, kid? Your sister is like this,” mother’s voice retorted.

Finally, the people outside the bathroom were whispering something. Bai Ziling couldn’t hear it clearly, only feeling that those voices were very distant, so distant.

She stared blankly at the cut-out rabbit, tears dropping to the ground with a pat, pat.

Feeling that the world was so far away from her.

It was as if she and the rabbit had both been cut out.

Suddenly, someone sat down outside the bathroom door and said softly, “If you open the door, I’ll take you to run away. We can run to a place where no one knows us, and it’s okay not to speak; no one will blame you.”

Bai Ziling quietly stared at the silhouette reflected on the door.

After a while, she got up, walked over, and opened the door.

Ke Mingye rose from the ground, entered the bathroom with his head drooped, took her hand, and led her through the midst of her family.

The two silently walked out the front door.

She sat on Ke Mingye’s bicycle, leaning against his shoulder.

On the bicycle, Ke Mingye took her away into the brightly lit night. The two watched the fireflies in the fields and the pond in the distance, wordlessly.

In the evening breeze, his silhouette seemed to be softly saying something, or perhaps nothing at all.

Bai Ziling, leaning against his back, softly sniffed his scent and quietly asked a question.

“Brother… if I were a vampire, would you take me home?”

Ke Mingye didn’t speak, just smiled faintly, then continued to pedal forward.

Suddenly, a familiar smell reached her nose.

Bai Ziling slowly lifted her heavy eyelids. When she opened her eyes, the arrow that had pierced her chest had already fallen to the ground. She looked up, rain smacking against her cheeks.

Gazing ahead in a daze.

In her blood-reddened eyes, reflected was a figure in a tattered T-shirt with blood-stained shoulders.

“Bro… Brother?”

At her words, Ke Mingye was startled for a moment, then turned his head to look at her and said softly.

“Don’t sleep, I’ve come to take you home.”

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