A minute ago.
Miss Rabbit and the man hid their auras with all their strength, observing the residual energy above ground.
The man could notice that a faint, little flame of the explosion was left, and he looked at Miss Rabbit and asked, “Do you really need my help? The thing up there is probably heavily injured.”
Miss Rabbit gripped her rusty crowbar and murmured, “Don’t let your guard down. We can’t let her escape.”
Miss Rabbit deduced that if the Witch was able to avoid detection for this long, she must be very good at slipping away.
“I understand,” the man replied.
Seeing the bunny girl before her, Lu Yibei couldn’t help but feel that she was strangely familiar.
‘Rabbit ears… rabbit ears… pamphlet… Mr Rabbit…’
Recognition flashed in her eyes, ‘T-that must be Mr Rabbit; and… and… and if I can transform into a girl, what’s to say Mr Rabbit can’t turn into… Miss Rabbit? I… I need to run!’
With this in mind, she moved her limbs slowly, careful not to fall from her branch. She wanted to get to an open area to blast off.
Like prey backing off, she moved on the branch, and her face turned pale.
The man had disappeared from sight, and her eyes started to burn intensely as if warning her.
Slash!
Her body moved on its own as she leapt away from the tree. Stepping on the ground, she looked behind her, only to see a pale pile of bones being crushed on the sunken, cracked asphalt road.
And that strange man continued to stare her down. A sense of unease brewed in her heart as her body did a backflip, avoiding another slash.
She didn’t even know how she did that; it was as if an idea was presented to her brain, and her body would move on its own.
Slash! Slash! Slash!
Driven by that instinct, she nimbly rolled and leapt over a barrage of bones that collided harshly against trees and telephone poles.
As she dodged, she could see the man go shirtless at one point, and his chest, his wrists, and his ankles were all plastered with a hideous wound as if he had been flayed.
In his wound, something wriggled, rapidly growing disgusting bones one after another.
Her attention was focused on the man, and Miss Rabbit had quietly approached her with eyes filled with anger. She gripped the crowbar tightly and swept it towards her head without hesitation.
Instinct told her to duck forward, but a few barrages of bones landed on her dodging trajectory, and she had no choice but to reroute.
Miss Rabbit caught her brief moment of weakness and swept her crowbar upwards, slamming into the Witch’s back with an explosive force that forced the air out of the Witch’s lungs.
The force was like a torrent in her guts, and her body flung out like a cannonball.
Miss Rabbit kicked the ground and flew upwards; she opened her bright, red lips, revealing her sharp teeth, and pounced towards the Witch.
Roar!
She bellowed beyond the rain, causing her surroundings to be distorted by the immense volume as she gripped the Witch’s chest, “You damned thief! Did you really think you could run after stealing my Egg?”
“But don’t be afraid,” the rabbit chuckled. “I’m not going to kill you. Yet.”
‘Then let me go! What the fuck are you holding onto me for?’ She yelled inwardly.
“Letting you die is too easy. I am going to use your body to refine the Egg so that you can feel the pain of being tormented by the endless resentment of souls.”
“Letting you die like this is really too cheap for you. I will use your living body to refine the witch’s egg so that you can feel the pain of being swallowed up by the resentment of other sacrifices.”
Slam!
Miss Rabbit flung her upwards and continued her barrage of attacks, slamming her crowbar onto the petite Witch.
She couldn’t help but scream out in pain, which seemed to irritate the rabbit, causing her to attack even faster.
What the hell happened to fair fights? She thought.
The pain didn’t stop despite her overactive brain; this was the first time she was in a real head-to-head battle with other urban legends, and she thought of her weapons…
The charms… the statue… her mantras… her knife…
They flashed through her mind, but she didn’t know which to use first; however, Miss Rabbit and the man didn’t allow her time to retaliate.
‘I need to get away. I need to use my gun.’
She wasn’t sure if Miss Rabbit was stronger or weaker than Lu Xu, but if it could hurt Gu Qianqian, it could hurt Miss Rabbit. If she could get to her knife, which could even injure a goddess, dealing with Miss Rabbit should be no problem.
She immediately started to recite the mantra in her head, ‘Desolate wilderness; grass, bones… fan the fire, and…’
She uttered the last part of her mantra, and an orb of fire started to form in the palm of her hand.
She grasped the fireball as tightly as she could, and a strange sense of calm overtook her. She stared at the target in front of her as if time had stopped.
She took a deep breath and moved her body. As expected, a piece of bone slashed through her ankle, bringing tears to her eyes.
She gritted her teeth through the pain, turned towards Miss Rabbit, and shot the fireball towards Miss Rabbit.
And all this happened in less than a second.
‘What the…!’
Miss Rabbit’s pupils shrank upon feeling the scorching heat approaching her, but she decided not to dodge the attack. After all, this was the introductory fireball, thought Night Division members, but the moment the fireball touched her chest, there was a violent explosion, scorching her clothes into countless pieces.
The fireball was much more powerful than she expected as if she were being blessed by a mysterious power.
Not powerful enough.
Miss Rabbit skidded on the pathway and stabilised herself. When she was ready to pounce upwards again, she could see the Witch pressing a gun against her forehead.
‘What is this? A special psychic firearm of the Night Division?’
Miss Rabbit’s nose twitched. Plastic.
‘P-plastic? A toy gun?’ She felt insulted, and she couldn’t help but let out a dry laugh. “Y-you… You think a toy gun is going to do anything to me?”
As she spoke, she silently clenched her crowbar, ready to swing upward.
Lu Yibei simply shrugged as she looked away: “Toy guns can’t kill humans, but…”
“It can surely kill monsters!” she yelled, pulling the trigger.
A minute ago.
Miss Rabbit and the man hid their auras with all their strength, observing the residual energy above ground.
The man could notice that a faint, little flame of the explosion was left, and he looked at Miss Rabbit and asked, “Do you really need my help? The thing up there is probably heavily injured.”
Miss Rabbit gripped her rusty crowbar and murmured, “Don’t let your guard down. We can’t let her escape.”
Miss Rabbit deduced that if the Witch was able to avoid detection for this long, she must be very good at slipping away.
“I understand,” the man replied.
Seeing the bunny girl before her, Lu Yibei couldn’t help but feel that she was strangely familiar.
‘Rabbit ears… rabbit ears… pamphlet… Mr Rabbit…’
Recognition flashed in her eyes, ‘T-that must be Mr Rabbit; and… and… and if I can transform into a girl, what’s to say Mr Rabbit can’t turn into… Miss Rabbit? I… I need to run!’
With this in mind, she moved her limbs slowly, careful not to fall from her branch. She wanted to get to an open area to blast off.
Like prey backing off, she moved on the branch, and her face turned pale.
The man had disappeared from sight, and her eyes started to burn intensely as if warning her.
Slash!
Her body moved on its own as she leapt away from the tree. Stepping on the ground, she looked behind her, only to see a pale pile of bones being crushed on the sunken, cracked asphalt road.
And that strange man continued to stare her down. A sense of unease brewed in her heart as her body did a backflip, avoiding another slash.
She didn’t even know how she did that; it was as if an idea was presented to her brain, and her body would move on its own.
Slash! Slash! Slash!
Driven by that instinct, she nimbly rolled and leapt over a barrage of bones that collided harshly against trees and telephone poles.
As she dodged, she could see the man go shirtless at one point, and his chest, his wrists, and his ankles were all plastered with a hideous wound as if he had been flayed.
In his wound, something wriggled, rapidly growing disgusting bones one after another.
Her attention was focused on the man, and Miss Rabbit had quietly approached her with eyes filled with anger. She gripped the crowbar tightly and swept it towards her head without hesitation.
Instinct told her to duck forward, but a few barrages of bones landed on her dodging trajectory, and she had no choice but to reroute.
Miss Rabbit caught her brief moment of weakness and swept her crowbar upwards, slamming into the Witch’s back with an explosive force that forced the air out of the Witch’s lungs.
The force was like a torrent in her guts, and her body flung out like a cannonball.
Miss Rabbit kicked the ground and flew upwards; she opened her bright, red lips, revealing her sharp teeth, and pounced towards the Witch.
Roar!
She bellowed beyond the rain, causing her surroundings to be distorted by the immense volume as she gripped the Witch’s chest, “You damned thief! Did you really think you could run after stealing my Egg?”
“But don’t be afraid,” the rabbit chuckled. “I’m not going to kill you. Yet.”
‘Then let me go! What the fuck are you holding onto me for?’ She yelled inwardly.
“Letting you die is too easy. I am going to use your body to refine the Egg so that you can feel the pain of being tormented by the endless resentment of souls.”
“Letting you die like this is really too cheap for you. I will use your living body to refine the witch’s egg so that you can feel the pain of being swallowed up by the resentment of other sacrifices.”
Slam!
Miss Rabbit flung her upwards and continued her barrage of attacks, slamming her crowbar onto the petite Witch.
She couldn’t help but scream out in pain, which seemed to irritate the rabbit, causing her to attack even faster.
What the hell happened to fair fights? She thought.
The pain didn’t stop despite her overactive brain; this was the first time she was in a real head-to-head battle with other urban legends, and she thought of her weapons…
The charms… the statue… her mantras… her knife…
They flashed through her mind, but she didn’t know which to use first; however, Miss Rabbit and the man didn’t allow her time to retaliate.
‘I need to get away. I need to use my gun.’
She wasn’t sure if Miss Rabbit was stronger or weaker than Lu Xu, but if it could hurt Gu Qianqian, it could hurt Miss Rabbit. If she could get to her knife, which could even injure a goddess, dealing with Miss Rabbit should be no problem.
She immediately started to recite the mantra in her head, ‘Desolate wilderness; grass, bones… fan the fire, and…’
She uttered the last part of her mantra, and an orb of fire started to form in the palm of her hand.
She grasped the fireball as tightly as she could, and a strange sense of calm overtook her. She stared at the target in front of her as if time had stopped.
She took a deep breath and moved her body. As expected, a piece of bone slashed through her ankle, bringing tears to her eyes.
She gritted her teeth through the pain, turned towards Miss Rabbit, and shot the fireball towards Miss Rabbit.
And all this happened in less than a second.
‘What the…!’
Miss Rabbit’s pupils shrank upon feeling the scorching heat approaching her, but she decided not to dodge the attack. After all, this was the introductory fireball, thought Night Division members, but the moment the fireball touched her chest, there was a violent explosion, scorching her clothes into countless pieces.
The fireball was much more powerful than she expected as if she were being blessed by a mysterious power.
Not powerful enough.
Miss Rabbit skidded on the pathway and stabilised herself. When she was ready to pounce upwards again, she could see the Witch pressing a gun against her forehead.
‘What is this? A special psychic firearm of the Night Division?’
Miss Rabbit’s nose twitched. Plastic.
‘P-plastic? A toy gun?’ She felt insulted, and she couldn’t help but let out a dry laugh. “Y-you… You think a toy gun is going to do anything to me?”
As she spoke, she silently clenched her crowbar, ready to swing upward.
Lu Yibei simply shrugged as she looked away: “Toy guns can’t kill humans, but…”
“It can surely kill monsters!” she yelled, pulling the trigger.
