The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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"What I mean is!"

He spoke slowly, each word deliberate, his warm breath brushing against her face: "You'll have to help me wash!"

That drawn-out "oh," with its soft, sweet ending, was like a red-hot branding iron, branding it fiercely onto Takagi Saya's heart of shame.

Almost instantly, Saya Takagi's cheeks, neck, and even chest flushed a scalding, blood-red color!

She... wanted her... to help him take a bath?

The thought exploded in her mind like a thunderbolt.

Looking into Wang Meng's possessive and unyielding eyes, all her struggles and shame were crushed in the face of this absolute power.

She didn't speak, but under that irresistible force, she slowly and resignedly closed her eyes.

Then, with an almost imperceptible amplitude, he nodded slightly and humiliatingly.

Seeing her completely subdued, Wang Meng released his grip with satisfaction.

"Then let's go to the police station first!"

"Get a better car!"

Chapter 78: "This...is what I...should do...senior!"

All I can say is that it's a true American school bus.

Its iconic, forward-protruding "big nose" front end is now the perfect obstacle-breaking hammer.

The thick steel plates and sturdy chassis demonstrated an overwhelming advantage when facing these flesh-and-blood bodies.

As the car sped up, the crashing sounds, which started as single notes, gradually transformed into a continuous, teeth-grinding symphony.

"Bang! Thud! Crack!"

The bus, like a raging steel bull, charged headlong into the densely packed horde of corpses in the street!

Countless zombies were smashed to pieces by the tall front of the vehicle, their rotting limbs and internal organs tracing twisted parabolas in the air.

More zombies were dragged under the vehicle, and amidst the nauseating crunching of bones breaking, they were crushed into unrecognizable puddles of mud mixed with broken bones and rotten flesh by the heavy wheels.

The foul-smelling, dark red blood and grayish-white brain matter were splattered onto the huge windshield like a torrential rain.

Shizuka Marikawa turned on the windshield wipers in vain, but the two blades only futilely smeared the thick, semi-congealed bloodstains into an even more blurred, blood-red mosaic.

Inside the carriage, there was the roar of the engine, the muffled thuds of the vehicle hitting flesh and blood, and the chilling grinding sound of the wheels crushing over the corpses.

Fortunately, the carriage wasn't filled with tactless people; instead, it was full of worldly-wise individuals.

Therefore, the horrific scene did not elicit much of a response.

Wang Meng spoke calmly, his voice not loud, but like a pebble thrown into the stagnant pool of the carriage, it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"The Monk of the Moon?"

This word was completely unknown to Saya Takagi.

Her brilliant mind, brimming with scientific knowledge, historical data, and social information, immediately began a high-speed search upon hearing this combination.

monk?

He is a Buddhist practitioner.

moon?

A planet, a satellite of Earth, carries different symbolic meanings in various cultures.

But the "Monk of the Moon"?

The combination of these two words sounds like a nonsensical, illogical mysterious organization made up in some third-rate fantasy novel.

Her brows furrowed tightly, and she subconsciously pushed up her frameless glasses, which had slipped down her nose due to sweat.

"Monk of the Moon?"

She repeated it again in a low voice in Japanese, trying to find a familiar clue in the pronunciation of her native language, but it was still in vain.

This is a kind of confusion that stems purely from a lack of knowledge.

For Takagi Saya in the past, this ignorance would have been irritating, but for her now that she has completely chosen to submit, this ignorance brings a trace of fear—the fear of being abandoned by Wang Meng because of her uselessness.

She couldn't help but raise her head, glancing furtively at Wang Meng with a look that was both inquisitive and uneasy.

However, Wang Meng's attention was no longer on her.

His gaze, like two invisible searchlights carrying substantial weight, passed over Saya Takagi in front of him and locked firmly on the purple-haired girl at the back of the carriage—Saeko Busujima, who had remained silent the entire time.

The moment the words "Monk of the Moon" were uttered by Saya Takagi, Saeko Busujima, who had been quietly holding her long sword and resting with her eyes closed like a classical sculpture, experienced an extremely subtle stiffness in her body, almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

It was a momentary tension in the muscle that lasted for less than a tenth of a second.

Her breathing also paused for a very brief moment.

Although she quickly regained her composure, as if nothing had happened.

However, this instantaneous reaction was still clearly captured by Wang Meng's radar-like perception, which had been enhanced by "divine intuition".

What he "saw" was not just the subtle changes in her body. What he "felt" was that her heart, which had always been as calm as a mirror, was suddenly struck by a boulder, stirring up a violent wave of "shock" and "doubt".

Although she immediately managed to calm the ripples with her willpower, the ripples that had once existed could not escape his detection.

The purple-haired girl was well-hidden, enough to fool anyone on the bus except Wang Meng.

But in front of Wang Meng, this attempt to conceal his true intentions was like a child's clumsy trick, laughable and futile.

"It seems!"

A smile, both amusing and menacing, slowly crept onto Wang Meng's lips. His gaze remained fixed on Saeko Busujima. "Someone knows something," he said.

He didn't raise his voice, but his words made the air in the carriage freeze instantly.

Saya Takagi, who was initially feeling uneasy about her ignorance, instantly felt the pressure shift.

She followed Wang Meng's gaze and looked at the swordsmanship club leader, whom she had always found somewhat unfathomable.

Shizuka Marikawa subconsciously eased off the accelerator, slowing the school bus down.

Saeko Busujima slowly opened her eyes.

Her eyes, which always carried a hint of indifference, appeared unusually deep at this moment. She didn't look at Wang Meng, but instead cast her gaze at the dilapidated street scene rushing past the window, her voice calm as if stating something unrelated to herself: "No, I don't know."

Her voice was completely flat, her denial crisp and decisive.

But Wang Meng just smiled when he heard Takagi Saya's translation.

He wasn't in a hurry to expose her lie.

Because he knew that some secrets, when forcibly torn open, were far less interesting than having the owner of the secret, under unbearable pressure and fear, slowly and tremblingly uncover them with their own hands.

He enjoyed this cat-and-mouse game, especially when the mouse was a small tiger with a hard exterior but a turbulent interior.

Wang Meng withdrew his gaze, which was as solid as a physical object and filled with oppressive force, and stopped looking at Saeko Busujima.

But he knew that his oppressive aura was like an invisible rope, firmly around the neck of the purple-haired girl.

For the next ten minutes or so, the carriage fell into an even more eerie silence.

The school bus continued to rampage, the front of the bus constantly emitting dull thuds as it smashed flesh and bone, and the crunching sound of its wheels crushing corpses never ceasing.

But this monotonous and cruel noise has become a kind of numb background music.

A real storm is brewing silently inside the train carriage.

Saeko Busujima closed her eyes again, seemingly returning to her previous calm and composed demeanor.

However, upon closer observation, one can notice that her breathing rhythm is deliberately longer than before, which is a manifestation of her trying her best to control her inner fluctuations.

She could feel that although the tangible gaze had moved away, the feeling of being watched by a top predator lingered like a leech, never dissipating for even a moment.

In this extremely oppressive atmosphere, a new voice suddenly came from afar.

At first, the sound was very distant, like someone setting off a string of cheap firecrackers in the distance, mostly drowned out by the roar of the engine and the crashing sounds.

But as the school bus continued to move forward, the sound became clearer and more intense!

"Da da da... Bang!"

"Da da da da da!"

That was definitely not a firecracker!

Those were gunshots!

Incredibly dense and continuous gunfire!

Interspersed among them were even more powerful, dull gunshots, like the pounding of a hammer!

"Ah! A gun...it's a gunshot!"

Shizuka Marikawa, who was driving, gasped in surprise and instinctively tried to slam on the brakes.

"Don't stop!"

Wang Meng's icy voice instantly made her suppress the thought of retreating.

This is not a pistol!

That's the sound of an automatic weapon!

And...it's not just one!

Judging from the sound, it should be coming from less than a kilometer away in the direction we are heading!

Saeko Busujima, who had been keeping her eyes closed, suddenly opened them!

Wang Meng quickly made a deduction in his mind.

Qin Hongmian and Mu Wanqing looked ahead with puzzlement.

They didn't know how powerful guns were.

I thought it was some kind of fireworks or firecrackers.

Wang Meng hadn't intended to explain, but after hesitating for a moment...

He continued, explaining.