"Ugh!"
Shot in the shoulder! Jingxin endured the pain, gasped, rolled over, and crawled out of the house, covered in dust.
Because Jingxin was originally shooting at the entrance and didn't move after firing, plus the werewolf's mobility, Keli had wanted to fire another shot, but it was already too late.
Keli clicked his tongue lightly.
He pushed down the magazine and saw two bullets still inside, and couldn't help but sigh.
"This thing is much more useful than some small dagger."
So Keli came to the wall, squatted down in front of a young man with a bullet in his shoulder, and asked him questions under the other party's frightened gaze.
"How many more bullets do you have, and where are they?"
The man was scared at first, but soon, anger filled his chest. "I… I'm going to die, why should I tell you?!"
Keli didn't waste any more words. Instead, he picked up his previous dagger from the ground nearby and pressed it between the other person's legs.
"Young man, you wouldn't want to see an egg sashimi cooking show, would you?"
...
Outside, the villagers listened confusedly to the screams and continuous gunshots from inside, all somewhat unclear about the situation.
What happened? Shouldn't this have been resolved in a few moments?
Then the villagers saw their revered Master Jingxin scrambling out of the broken hole like a stray dog on the side of the road.
Immediately, someone wanted to go forward and ask.
"Quick! Who has a fishing net! Go get it!" Jingxin shouted as soon as he came out.
Seeing Jingxin in this state, the villagers immediately had a bad premonition.
Those with fishing nets at home immediately ran, while the others chattered, trying to understand the situation.
But Jingxin had no time for them. He immediately used his superhuman physical abilities to run. Only when he reached the back of the crowd did he shout.
"Quick! Disperse!"
At this point, the villagers realized something was wrong and frantically tried to scatter.
But it was already too late.
Keli, with a pistol in each hand and two more tucked into his waist, poked his head out of the hole.
"Although many of you probably never left Japan in your lives, it's okay, I can still lead you to experience the scenery of an American campus."
"Bang bang bang!" As he spoke, the twin guns in Keli's hands rang out, giving the villagers a welcoming, open-hearted, prime minister's treatment.
"Waaahhh!"
"Help! Help me!"
Instantly, the villagers scattered in chaos, like American citizens surrounding Homelander, each getting their hell resident permits processed.
Keli directly emptied the magazines of both pistols by wildly relying on his perception of the scent sources, keeping one more magazine on him. Then he threw the pistols away, pulled out the watermelon knife Kazuma had used earlier, and chased after them, hacking.
Previously, about 40 ghouls mixed with humans had died in the village under Keli's mud truck-style Iaijutsu. Now, a dozen more lay on the ground.
Keli unhesitatingly raised his knife, not chasing those who fled, but finishing off the ghouls and humans who were shot or fell in the pushing and shoving but were in no life-threatening danger.
Keli's ears were getting calloused from all the different pleas for mercy. Keli didn't care in the slightest, stepping on them and stabbing them one by one in the heart.
No one cared about the fishing nets anymore; no one dared to stay in this place.
After the crowd scattered and fled, some people fearfully hid in their homes, locking the doors, while others collectively moved in one direction—towards the mountains behind the village.
Just as Keli finished off the last person on the ground, Kazuma, having finished his countdown, reappeared.
Children, I'm back!
"Whew! Whew!"
As soon as Kazuma revived, he covered his body with both hands, rolled on the ground, and then looked around.
In his memory, one second he was in the house, and the people outside suddenly rushed in and gave them an American-style Iaijutsu, turning him into SpongeBob.
He was still thinking that coming out would probably mean another fierce battle.
But when he looked around, it was the time before dawn when the stars shone brightest. There were bodies and blood everywhere, the burning house behind was showing signs of collapsing, and Keli stood in the pool of blood, drawing his knife.
"What's the situation now?"
Seeing that the enemies were all gone, Sato Kazuma looked around and asked, puzzled.
"Now that I've finished off the last ones, I'm going to tell two jokes to see if there are any living people left here."
Keli wiped his hands and sat down on the corpse he had just stabbed to death.
"Uh… jokes?" Kazuma was a little confused.
"You go first." Keli extended his hand, making a gesture to invite him.
Kazuma stood up and scratched his head, a bit confused about the situation, but he actually started telling a joke.
"In the early years of the Japanese college entrance exam period, there were many perverts. Female students, afraid of being late for the exam, would generally endure it. After this incident was reported, many fathers would ride the train with their daughters on that day to avoid such situations."
"And then?" Keli was already amused but still played along as the straight man.
"Then the number of train perverts doubled that year."
Kazuma couldn't hold back his laughter after telling the joke, then looked around. There was no movement, so he looked at Keli. Keli knew it was his turn, so he spoke.
"Do you know why in light novels, there are only 'fallen from the sky' girls, but no 'fallen from the sky' boys?"
Kazuma asked, confused: "Why?"
Keli said seriously: "Because in Japan, a little boy falling from the sky is taboo."
Kazuma's face twitched after hearing that.
Kids, that's not funny!
Keli looked around, saw no movement, so he frowned and continued.
"After World War II, when an American Navy sailor returned home, he carried a bunch of skulls that were smaller than an American's. Everyone thought he had discovered a new humanoid species and curiously asked him if they were goblins or gnomes?"
Kazuma already had a bad feeling, but he still braced himself and played along.
"What were they?"
"They were dried Japanese Navy sailors."
"What's the point of telling jokes like that, hey!" Kazuma was annoyed! You ask me to tell jokes, and you tell dark humor, huh!
"Enough! My ancestors were…" Suddenly, an angry shout came from the ground. The person, realizing he was exposed, immediately struggled to his feet and tried to run.
"Oh, I only checked the ghouls. I should check the humans too." Keli sighed at his carelessness, threw the watermelon knife in his hand, and it plunged into the person's back.
Stepping forward to pull out the knife, Keli and Kazuma returned to the burning inn, pleasantly surprised to find the black car still there.
Keli used the car keys he had obtained from the "old acquaintances" he met in the burning residential house to unlock it, and sure enough, found a box of pistol bullets in the trunk.
Keli and Kazuma exchanged a smile, each taking a gun, and then Keli took the larger share of bullets while Kazuma took the smaller.
Because Kazuma's death was a refresh, the larger share was kept with Keli for safekeeping.
At this time, the sky was faintly bright, and the two decided to split up to help the ghouls in New Township who had not yet evacuated to the mountains get their Hirasaka residency permits.
As Keli walked past an alley, he saw a trembling pink-haired girl in a residential alley filled with miscellaneous items.