Beginning with the Ubume Bird

Chapter 108: Chapter 7 Conclusion

[Ghost Rider]

Summon (Li Yan)

Specialty: Firearms 83%

Passive Skill: Spell Nightmare (kinetic damage ineffective)

Growth Limit: Nine Luminaries

Li Yan walked past the motionless Ghost Rider. The armor of the Ghost Rider, starting from the Star Helmet on its head, dissolved into sticky black mud and quickly streamed into the square holes of the six coins.

Several bullets were squeezed out of Li Yan’s chest, and the surface of the black and red wounds, where the flesh was pressed together, stopped bleeding.

There was still a burning sensation between the organs, like being soaked in bubbling oil, but on the surface, it looked like there was no serious damage.

Li Yan started to walk slowly, gradually picking up speed, cutting through streets and alleys, with a clear sense of direction.

The few people had their confrontation around Changchun Street, and the skull-tattooed man specifically chose the narrow alleys, zigzagging for dozens of minutes. After several twists and turns, he found that he couldn’t shake off Li Yan!

The man caught a fleeting glimpse of Li Yan doggedly pursuing him, he raised his RPK light machine gun, but as Li Yan ducked behind an alleyway, he realized the tattooed man hadn’t fired and instead had disappeared swiftly from his view.

“Heh…”

…

Not far from Ganhua Alley, Xuanwu Gate East Street, the old site of the Catholic Yan Capital Archdiocese.

The night was as dark as it could possibly be.

The street was lined with restaurants and clothing stores, but what caught the most attention was a shop with the sign ‘Rolling Stone Culture’.

Painted wooden doors at the entrance of the shop were adorned with a string of colorful lights, with ‘Record’ written on the left and ‘Imaging’ on the right, both in striped red leather characters.

Lights shaped like cherry tomatoes turned on one after another, in red, green, or yellow.

In the colored television set on the glass skylight, a loop of ‘old songs’ played, now it was Li Zongsheng’s “The Man Racing Against Himself”.

A middle-aged man with a poor hairstyle and drooping heavy eyebrows sang:

“We are all racing against ourselves, striving hard for a better tomorrow, with no end in sight ahead…”

The tattooed man ran forward, occasionally looking back in panic, an expression of terror on his face.

The sound of hurried footsteps grew from near to far, and the tattooed man stood under the ‘Rolling Stone Culture’ sign, hands on his knees, panting loudly.

“Ha~ Damn it! Damn it!”

His eyes were red, and he violently vented his fear and anger with angry curses.

The colorful lights flickered as if short-circuited, and in the end, only the rosy bulbs remained on, casting a red haze over the street.

The skull-tattooed man looked up, aimed his gun at the Sudu birds overhead, and let loose a volley of bullets, scattering the flock in haste.

Ratatatatatat!

The sound of bullets was particularly harsh in the silent street.

The TV’s middle-aged man kept singing, a sneer forming at the corner of his mouth. He listlessly strummed his guitar, his gaze fixed on the tattooed man!

The tattooed man obviously did not notice the shop’s eeriness; the person behind him seemed much more terrifying in his eyes.

Another set of footsteps sounded, and Li Yan arrived as if out for a night run, a carrot in his mouth.

Crunch~

Li Yan bit off the carrot in his mouth and planted a black flag in the ground, giving the tattooed man a sidelong glance.

“Not running anymore?”

The skull-tattooed man stared at Li Yan’s bloodstained chest, took a few deep breaths to calm himself, and shrugged his shoulders.

“Can’t run away, not going to waste that effort.”

“That woman is your boss?”

“Sort of, her man is.”

“I thought it didn’t quite fit, after all, it’s a support-type legacy. Eh, what you mean is, you have accomplices.”

“Yeah, right behind you.”

Li Yan turned to look behind him as advised. The skull-tattooed man was taken aback for a moment, a surge of elation welled up in his heart thinking of making a move, but Li Yan had already turned back around.

“No one’s there.”

“…”

The middle-aged man’s voice in the TV drifted, “Sometimes, people need a little setback, the most common is when your girlfriend leaves you~”

The tattooed man’s face was cold as he threw the gun he was holding onto the ground.

Li Yan sneered at the sight, “I’ve been merciful enough today, pick it up and die with a bit of dignity.”

The tattooed man pursed his lips, pulled out two serrated daggers from behind his waist, and said, “Fierce comes with a 30% bullet damage exemption, 25% accelerated healing (observed by A Fleeting Glimpse), plus the consumables for healing, a few less bullets won’t kill you. If I use a gun, both my hands are occupied, and I can’t block your big gun sweeping at me, I can’t even block a single shot, and the outcome is you injure, I die.”

“Then what makes you think you can match me in a weapon fight?”

Li Yan laughed.

“Because you don’t have the inheritance status!”

The tattooed man roared in anger and charged forward with a push from the ground:

“Even if you have 70%, or even 80% melee specialization, without the inheritance status boost, we are still evenly matched!”

Li Yan casually threw a bright red object, scaring him into rolling away quickly.

The leftover carrot greens hit the glass in front of the television, where a middle-aged man was belting out “Dear Landy, my brother…” and was startled mid-song.

Li Yan gestured with his hand for him to look over.

“I hate Zhang Peiren (the Landy in the song), change it to another one.”

The middle-aged man blinked in confusion, his hands involuntarily strumming the guitar, the tune suddenly turning upbeat.

“…Chun’er is my daughter, a gift from God, I wish her happiness and health, a life without complex puzzles.”

That was much better…

Li Yan nodded slightly, as two streaks of cold light darted straight at his face.

During a previous fleeting glimpse, this man’s dagger proficiency was only 69%, the same as when he first met Zhang Mingyuan…

And he seemed quite confident in his own melee proficiency.

Li Yan flicked his wrist and drew out the Ring Dragon Sword. He horizontally blocked the daggers, but as the tattooed man’s right hand slid downward, it collided with Li Yan’s raised knee.

The serrated dagger flew from his hand.

“Thank you for letting me know, I really am strong.”

…

The tattooed man added two gashes to Li Yan’s face and arm, but in exchange, his own neck was completely pierced by the Ring Dragon.

“Unfortunately, you did not receive its inheritance.”

20% chance, very good, very real.

The singing continued.

“I am the son of a gas company owner, before I can prove I can make money on my own, I must stay at home and help, deliver gas.”

Li Yan picked up the light machine gun from the ground that had only a few bullets left and walked into “Rolling Stone Culture,” threw the gun on the table, and sat down in an empty massage chair.

With the Blood Sucking of Ring Dragon, those two wounds had already scabbed over.

He looked at the man on the TV, singing along with a raspy voice:

“Every slow afternoon, I must tie the phone signs to the electric poles in the new community, I must carry gas through stinky, overflowing night markets…”

As it turned out, Li Yan sang with a bit more gusto than the man on the TV.

The guitar fell silent, the man stopped singing, and just quietly watched Li Yan, then after a silence, he said, “You’re unfamiliar, I’ve never seen you before.”

He glanced at the corpse outside.

“And that person.”

Li Yan sank into the chair.

“Has nobody ever come in before?”

“Occasionally.”

The man in the TV smirked, looking strange no matter how you saw it.

“What happened to those people?”

The man shrugged his shoulders.

“I just remember a guy came here a while back, and he hasn’t left for seven years.”

“Oh? Where is he now?”

“Him?”

The man laughed heartily.

“He’s chatting with another guy…”