Superman's Ending Manual

July 4th, 10:45 a.m., Gibblon Bookstore, Luo Dehua Commercial Street.

Ke Yinzhi put down the book in the gap on the bookshelf, then put his hands into the pockets of his coat, leaned the back of his head against the wall, tilted his head and looked forward.

The dark earrings swayed and made a clear sound.

Looking through the narrow corridor between the two bookshelves, you can see a tall and thin figure walking towards the light, with his hands behind his back, and his gestures are full of solemnity.

"Oh, Mo Shujia?"

Ke Yinzhi raised his eyebrows, turned to Ke Xiaomo and asked: "Isn't it a private matter of your Ninja Sect to destroy the Disaster Dragon? Why would a superhero appear here?"

"I've told you before, Mo Writer is a person trained by the Ninja Sect."

Ke Xiaomo said, looking at the ink writer walking from the street calmly.

"Hey...then why did he turn around and become a superhero again?" Ke Yinzhi continued to ask.

"Because he learned forbidden magic, the Mo writer was kicked out of the sect by the sect leader. After not seeing each other for a few years, he became a superhero in Huanjing. The sect leader summoned him this time, probably because he wanted to give him a chance to make meritorious deeds. ”

"I see, you seem to have mentioned it to me." Ke Yinzhi suddenly realized, "His ability is related to ink, so it is indeed difficult not to be related to Ninja Sect."

"It's not surprising, your memory has always been very bad." Ke Xiaomo sarcastically said.

As he spoke, he looked out of the French window with his peripheral vision. It can be seen that almost every pedestrian on the street is a ninja pretending to be a ninja. This scene is horrifying.

Ke Xiaomo closed his eyelids, opened his senses, and took in the smell of the street.

After a while, he opened his eyes and said, "There are more than a hundred ninjas on the street."

"I can see it." Ke Yinzhi smiled, "But it seems that he is not going towards the dragon, but looking at you. Classmate Xiao Mo, where did you provoke them?"

"I have no idea."

Ke Xiaomo pondered expressionlessly, his eyes moving.

At this moment, a writer in white robe was walking on the road of Luo Dehua Commercial Street and slowly walked in from the entrance of the library.

He put his hands behind his back, slowly raised his face, and cast his gaze on Ke Xiaomo.

He cleared his throat and said, "You are Ke Xiaomo, right?"

"right."

The Mo writer said: "I am your senior brother. I am here to convey the sect master's instructions to you. You can just wait here. You don't need to take action in this operation."

"Why?" Ke Xiaomo asked.

Writer Mo shook his head and said firmly: "No comment."

After saying that, he turned to look at Ke Yinzhi, "As for the person next to me, I will not do anything to ordinary people based on my principles... I order you in the name of the Super League Association, please go outside and wait honestly."

Ke Yinzhi was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then lowered his head and chuckled softly.

"What's so funny about this?" Writer Mo frowned.

Ke Yinzhi covered his face with his hands and couldn't help but laugh for a while, then slowly raised his eyes and slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

"Isn't it funny? Giving me orders in the name of the Premier League Association is the funniest joke I've heard this year."

"Who are you?"

"Ah, who am I?" Ke Yinzhi tilted his head, still leaning against the wall, "No, a bastard like you doesn't seem worthy of knowing my name."

"How arrogant, he is obviously a nobody." Writer Mo said coldly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp explosion came from the Vientiane City behind him, followed by a beast's roar that could resound through the sky, like a dragon's roar.

Hearing the noise coming from the direction of Vientiane City, Ke Xiaomo's face turned pale and he said in a low voice: "Xiao Ni and the others are still in Vientiane City!"

Ke Yinzhi's expression also changed slightly.

He said: "Could it be that... the Dragon of Disaster you are looking for is now in Vientiane City?"

Writer Mo sneered and replied: "Yes, it's in Vientiane City. It seems that you two brothers are quite close, and you can even share such things."

He paused and then said sarcastically to Ke Xiaomo: "The matter of the Disaster Dragon should be kept strictly confidential from outsiders of the Ninja Sect. Ke Xiaomo, didn't the sect master teach you?"

Ke Xiaomo's face turned cold.

He said: "My family is still in that mall, and I have to ensure their safety. I suggest you get out of the way."

"It was the sect leader who asked me to stop you. He didn't tell me the specific reason." Mo Shujia said.

"metropolitan?"

Ke Xiaomo frowned.

"That's right." Mo Shujia said, "Although I don't know what the old man is thinking, I have no choice but to do it. In short, if I let you, my junior brother, take a step in front of me, I may not have the shame to return to the Ninja Sect in the future."

As he spoke, his eyes turned cold.

Ke Xiaomo took a deep breath and whispered to Ke Yinzhi beside him: "Leave these people to you, I'll leave first."

After saying that, his figure turned into a ball of ink and splashed to the ground, blending into the shadows under his feet.

However... within that half second, as if the writer had expected it, he quickly unfolded a scroll and at the same time whispered: "Sealing Shadow Barrier."

As the words fell, the scroll burst open and turned into a pure white barrier that enveloped the library.

The weasel-like shadow that Ke Xiaomo transformed into was constantly hitting the edge of the barrier, but it was unable to move at all, let alone pass through.

"It's useless. This is a barrier against the transformation technique. You can't get out..."

Before Mo Shujia finished speaking, his pupils suddenly shrank.

Ke Yinzhi casually raised his right finger, and a dark beam of light shot out from his fingertips. In just a moment, a hole was opened in the barrier.

Then, the shadow transformed by Ke Xiaomo came out of the hole and left the library.

"How is it possible..."

The ink writer was stunned and whispered hoarsely.

Then he turned his head suddenly and roared to the pedestrians on the street: "Use the shadow-sealing dagger and stop Ke Xiaomo by any means!"

As soon as the voice fell, a hundred ninjas nearby tried to throw out the shadow-sealing daggers to try to intercept the shadow that shuttled across the ground.

Hundreds of daggers surged like a tide, catching the shadow transformed by Ke Xiaomo, almost filling the shops, traffic lights, and glass walls of high-rise buildings along the way.

Even so, no dagger could catch up with Ke Xiaomo's speed.

It was like trying to catch a bird of prey in the air with a fishing net, but there was no hope.

"The sect master said that Ke Xiaomo is very good at Shadow Transformation, but I didn't expect it to be this good. What kind of monster talent is this?"

Mo Xiejia put his hands behind his back, looked at the scene with his peripheral vision, and thought with a serious face.

"Also, why was the Shadow Sealing Barrier destroyed so easily? The sect master said that the endurance of this barrier is extremely high, and it should be second only to the Dragon Sealing Barrier, right?"

Thinking so, Mo Xiejia looked up at Ke Yinzhi, pondered for half a second, and tentatively shot out a sword blade made of ink from his hand, stabbing Ke Yinzhi's shoulder.

I saw that at the moment when the dagger was infinitely close to him, the dagger was wrapped in a dark substance and turned into ashes.

"I said... you actually ignored me for a second just now?"

Ke Yinzhi said slowly, his eyes were covered by his drooping hair.

As soon as the voice fell, a dark light flashed in the air.

Mo Xiejia's right eye was split in two, and the fragments of the eyeball squeezed out of the eye socket, dripping onto the ground with blood.

Then, a deep blood mark appeared on his neck.

Mo Xiejia's pupils shrank to the size of wheat awns, and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

He covered his neck with one hand and quickly retreated two or three steps. With the other hand, he took out an ink pen and a scroll from the inside of his white robe.

In the short half-second fight just now, he judged his situation.

——I will die!

As Mo Xiejia retreated, his pupils reflected Ke Yinzhi who was walking slowly. Looking at that frivolous face and the relaxed steps, his thoughts became more and more confused.

What kind of monster is this? Wait, I seem to have seen this kind of dark knife mark.

Yes, I have seen it.

Mo Xiejia thought while covering his throat with his hand. After a while, a hoarse voice came out from the damaged vocal cords.

"Administrator of the Control Bureau... Black Judge?"

"Oh, since you recognized me, I can't spare your life. I was planning to let you go, so I didn't kill you."

Ke Yinzhi said as he raised his right hand, pointing his finger at him.

Immediately, a dark beam of light as thick as a finger shot straight at Mo Xiejia's head.

In less than 0.1 second, Mo Xiejia's body turned into ink and splashed. When he reappeared, he was already on the street, a long distance away from Ke Yinzhi.

"Have you reacted?"

Ke Yinzhi raised his eyebrows, thinking.

"No, the power of the scroll is to automatically react when the holder is attacked, and take him somewhere else... As expected of a ninja, there are so many strange things."

Mo Xiejia raised his eyes from the street, stared at Ke Yinzhi in the library, and slowly asked.

"Do you really think I'm as weak as I look?"

"What else?" Ke Yinzhi teased, "There are only a few superheroes in the world that I can admire, so you don't have to feel inferior."

"Let me ask you another question. Do you know why I was expelled from the Ninja Sect?"

"I'm not curious about the background of a street thug. But to be honest... killing a superhero casually will affect my performance, so can you please get out of here?"

Ke Yinzhi walked towards him while talking. Pedestrians on the street stopped, took out daggers from their waists, and threw them at him, but were unilaterally blocked by the dark light curtain that suddenly rose.

But the next moment, from behind the signboard beside him, ten figures in ninja uniforms suddenly rose up, holding long swords and sandwiching him from all directions.

Without exception, before they got close, they were cut in half by an elegant black arc. Then, the pieces of meat fell to the ground, like a rain of blood and bones.

Ke Yinzhi walked forward carelessly, his hands in his pockets.

The next second, the throats of nearly thirty ninjas in disguise on the street were slit. They covered their throats and fell to the ground in disbelief in the gushing blood.

"Aren't you worried about your family?" Mo Xiejia asked hoarsely, "They are still in Wanxiang City."

"Of course not." Ke Yinzhi laughed, "Because I'm sure that no one in your organization can stop Ke Xiaomo."

"Even the leader?"

"Yes, even the leader." Ke Yinzhi paused and shrugged, "Okay, although I haven't seen this leader. Since you don't run away, have you thought about your last words?"

"I'll return the original words... But you, have you thought about your last words?"

Mo Xiejia roared and retreated quickly, with a ferocious expression on his face that was very different from his screen image.

"Forbidden Blood Ink Technique. I haven't used this trick for more than ten years since I was expelled from the Ninja Clan. I didn't expect that I would need it again."

After he finished speaking, he bit his right hand and splashed blood on the blank scroll. Then he picked up the ink pen and mixed the ink and blood on the scroll, like a vortex of red and black.

Then, he picked up the ink pen that changed color and drew a clear and elegant word "dragon" in the air.

The next moment, accompanied by a roar that resounded through the sky, the Eastern Dragon formed by blood and ink slowly rose.

The top of this black dragon's head has two antler-like horns, and the center of its blank eyes is dotted with a touch of blood, like the finishing touch.

The long whiskers on both sides of its mouth fluttered in the wind, and its eight feet were tightly connected to its thirty-two claws. It clearly had no wings, but its body swayed in the air like a swaying sea of ​​blood.

The ink writer gradually merged with the Eastern Dragon, as if standing in a huge dragon shadow, nourishing it with the blood that kept flowing out of the hole in his right hand.

The blood-ink dragon grew bigger and bigger, and finally broke the ground of the street. Water gushed out from the collapsed pit and the broken pipe.

"Whether it is the 'ink dragon' or the 'blood-ink forbidden technique', they both belong to the seven forbidden techniques of the Ninja Sect, and I combined the two together." The ink writer said, "If I am not bound by morality, then I am the strongest in the Ninja Sect, not that Ke Xiaomo, who is not worthy of replacing me."

Ke Yinzhi raised his eyebrows slightly: "So that's it... There is indeed something."

"Are you ready to die?" Mo Xiejia asked.

"Compared to this, how many years can you live after using this trick?"

Ke Yinzhi asked curiously, looking at the ink writer whose face was aging rapidly.

"What does this have to do with you?"

The ink writer raised his face, looked at him coldly, and replied word by word.

Ke Yinzhi said jokingly: "It has nothing to do with me, because you are going to die here soon. You can live for a few more years, which is just a hypothetical statement that exists in another world line."

The ink writer heard this and slowly grinned, his voice was bloody, "I will let you know what respect is right away."

"Okay... since you have chosen to die, I will not persuade you anymore."

Ke Yinzhi said casually, raised his right hand like a scalpel, and the black earrings swayed with it.

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