The Most Random System-Chapter 748 - 377: Bro, This Underworld Is Just Too Cool

To be honest, Zhao Nan felt that while superheroes can be down-to-earth, they shouldn't be "down-to-the-underworld."

What the hell.

Using bone ash directly as a weapon, isn't that a bit too ridiculously filial?

The scene before him was just too bizarre and absurd.

It felt like watching your mother being pushed into the delivery room, and twenty minutes later, a newborn baby runs out, solemnly asking his dad whether to protect the nurse or the doctor.

That's how creepy it was.

In the clearing, sounds of slapping clothes and screams continued without cease.

The screams were rather pleasant to Lin Li's ears; he smiled as he continued scooping bone ash from the urn and sprinkling it outward.

"Swish—swish—"

While sprinkling, he even made sound effects with his mouth.

At this moment, the dynamics of attack and defense shifted.

Now this group, upon seeing Lin Li merely raise his hand—even though they held sticks and other weapons—immediately retreated without hesitation, faces showing fear.

"Damn it! Don't come over here!" someone shouted fiercely, covering their face while flipping up their shirt collar.

Lin Li was a bit puzzled: "I'm not coming over, am I? I've been standing here all along. It's my Grandpa Shanqing who went over, swish—swish—guys, come, say hi to my Grandpa Shanqing."

"..."

"This guy definitely shouldn't come over either!!!" After a moment of silence, that person was even more hysterical, fleeing in a panic.

"Young people indeed don't want to involve the elderly in their fun, sigh~" Lin Li sighed, the generation gap was evident.

Even Lin Li couldn't help but chuckle:

"Well, you might as well surrender; you're surrounded now and can't escape."

Qin Jun stayed silent upon hearing this.

He looked at the air around them, which had noticeably thickened a bit.

He suddenly realized that Lin Li boasting about surrounding them wasn't just hot air; in a certain sense, they truly were encircled.

An individual couldn't surround a group of people.

But a box of people could.

Seeing his underlings retreating continually without any fighting spirit left, Qin Jun stepped forward, blocking their way, frustrated at their cowardice, saying:

"What are you afraid of? It's just some bone ash. It's not like we haven't seen dead people before. Now you're scared of a bit of bone ash? Whoever chickens out tonight will be laughed at for life!"

Lin Li heard this and flung a handful of bone ash at Qin Jun.

While doing so, he was grinning.

Qin Jun's pupils narrowed slightly, yet after hesitating a moment, he remained motionless, allowing the ash to settle onto his hair, face, and clothes.

Lin Li gave a thumbs up, showing approval!

"What's there to fear?" Qin Jun finally turned to his underlings, saying, "In the end, it's just ash, ghosts don't exist in this world. Have you learned nothing at school? Have you forgotten everything the vocational high school teachers taught you?"

Feeling perhaps not convincing enough, Qin Jun directly picked up a pale fragment hanging from his neck, tossed it into his mouth, and chewed hard!

He then raised his voice by eight degrees, urging loudly:

"Get going, get this faking little punk! Likes to play with bone ash, let's make him turn into some!"

The underlings saw Qin Jun like this and indeed found their backbone, their fear and superstitions fading considerably.

"Brother Jun is right! Whoever chickens out will be a grandson for life!" Wu Dong was the first to agree, stopping his retreat and advancing forward.

Other underlings: "?"

Wait.

What the hell.

Wu Dong, when did you put on a motorcycle helmet? Weren't you not wearing one just now?

—In fights, motorcycle helmets can provide good protection, so even though they came on electric bikes tonight, they brought a few helmets.

Only because they had already won did those originally wearing them take them off.

Wu Dong was quick; he already put it back on.

When the visor is pulled down, the intimidation of the ash does seem significantly reduced, because it can't cause real harm.

The crowd's eyes lit up, exchanging glances.

"This helmet is mine!"

"I saw it first!"

Soon, the few helmets on the ground were all claimed.

"Get him, you bastards! Finish this fool!" After getting some protection, Wu Dong led the charge, shouting as he ran forward.

Lying behind them, Zhao Nan suddenly raised an eyebrow.

Because he saw that when all the underlings rushed up again, Qin Jun hurriedly turned his head away, spat out the fragment he had just put into his mouth, and clasped his hands together solemnly three times.

"No offense intended... no offense intended..."

Zhao Nan looked closely, the fragment seemed unchewed.

Zhao Nan: "..."

Damn.

So you're superstitious too.

But Zhao Nan didn't mean to mock, the only one who wouldn't be superstitious would be Black Silk Hero—here "Black Silk Hero" is used as an adjective.

Lin Li saw the crowd charging again and unhesitatingly continued to scatter Shanqing Daoist's ashes.

This time, however, the effect was clearly not as good; except for those without protective gear instinctively dodging, those few wearing helmets didn't slow their pace at all.

Lin Li's expression turned cold.

These damn helmets have completely ruined his fun, and what enjoyment-seekers cannot stand is their fun being ruined.

Great, you've successfully ignited your own fury, enjoy wearing helmets, huh?

Lin Li smiled coldly, raised the hand not holding the urn towards the advancing group: "Hold on, I have something to say!"

Hell.

It's a lie that villains die from talking too much in real life.

—This group was not polite at all; none stopped, they just cursed him out loud.

A crime deserving extra punishment.