The Most Random System-Chapter 752 - 378: Shan Qing Never Expected Another Calamity in the Modern Era After Death

To be honest, Qin Jun felt that using idioms should be grounded, but not so grounded as to be in the Underworld.

Fuck you.

Pulling out a hand bone and saying it's a helping hand, isn't that a bit too hellish?

Isn't it?

Qin Jun really wanted to ask, which crematorium is responsible for burning Shan Qing, Old Deng?

Name it so we can avoid it! This is like leaking a trick to them! Purely unscrupulous merchants! Taking a kickback from the Underworld, huh! How else could they do such a thing?

However, Qin Jun felt somewhat relieved afterwards.

At least the Black Silk Hero pulled out a hand bone, not a fresh human hand.

If it had been the latter, even he would feel the need to back off; after all, he's just a hooligan, not playing with these killers.

Different circles, better not force yourself in.

And even though it was already the second time today he met the Black Silk Hero, Zhao Nan's shock was no less than Qin Jun's.

Can you say he's truly deserving of being the Black Silk Hero?

Every time he makes a move, he always leaves people in the dark.

And strictly speaking, a hand bone makes things darker than a flashing thing, after all, the flashing thing flashes, but the hand bone isn't a flashing hand bone.

Zhao Nan subsequently felt a bit lost.

If Xiling has such superheroes maintaining law and order, then Zhao Nan feels that the future career and advancement of societal people is all dark, you can see the end at a glance.

Should I continue to engage in this profession?

Anyway, I don't have tattoos yet, maybe... go straight?

Zhao Nan actually wanted to get tattoos, he thought tattoos were cool, flashy, and powerful, but the problem was he wasn't eighteen yet, and the tattoo parlors he went to all required parental accompaniment and consent, otherwise they refused any tattoo request.

All the tattoo parlors were so firm about it that Zhao Nan had to tentatively ask his parents once.

And was tentatively beaten up once.

But later, after his persistent persuasion, his father finally gave in:

"Nanzi, if you really want a tattoo, you can, but Dad can only agree to let you get a tattoo on your hemorrhoid, so that one day when you don't want it, you can have it removed."

"Otherwise, it's non-negotiable."

Goddammit.

Christ.

Since that was his father's total compromise and absolute bottom line, no matter how he pleaded, he was only allowed to tattoo the hemorrhoid, which led to Zhao Nan's social tattoo plan being aborted.

But at this moment, looking at Lin Li's hand bone, black silk, and smiling face, Zhao Nan felt grateful for his father's insistence back then.

After tonight, I'm washing my hands of crime! 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Honestly, just be a delinquent at school, it's best to stay out of societal matters.

Lin Li neither knew nor cared about Zhao Nan's inner thoughts at the moment, he just gently held the bone in his hand, softly speaking to it:

"Grandpa Shanqing, holding you like this, it feels like you're still by my side as if you never died..."

"It's nice, it feels like we're back to the days we fought side by side."

"Back then, the one wearing the black silk was you..."

Listening to these words that don't seem human, the few little brothers standing swallowed hard once again.

So the Black Silk Hero has a legacy too?

Scarier than ever, such beings aren't just singular.

"Alright then, next, everyone, let's officially start tonight's quarrel." After reminiscing with the bone, Lin Li's head peeked out from behind the tree trunk, a sinister smile on his face as he looked at all of Qin Jun's little brothers still standing, and said with a grin.

Little brothers: "?"

Tonight's extraordinary development is just beginning now?

Not done yet?

Don't mess with us!

But Lin Li didn't give them time to think; as soon as his words left his mouth, his figure darted out from behind the tree like a ghost. His feet exerting force, he leapt like Superman onto a nearby tree trunk, then quickly climbed up several meters, agile as a monkey.

"Shit! Where did he go? What's he doing up the tree?"

Kong Jingyun and others only saw a blur and in the blink of an eye, the person was gone, so they hurriedly looked up.

Just as they raised their heads to search, their formation slightly scattered, Lin Li had already taken the high ground.

He kicked the tree trunk with both feet, using the recoil force to draw a sharp arc in the air, targeting the center of the crowd, laughing as he said:

"Because my Grandpa Shanqing is in heaven, I want to descend from the sky, as if really heading for you with Grandpa Shanqing!"

"Laoshan, I miss you!

Kong Jingyun, Qin Jun, and others: "?"

The wind howled, and the impact when Lin Li landed stirred up a bit of dust.

Without the slightest pause, Lin Li instantly slid in low, moving like lightning to get close, sweeping his leg at one little brother's lower body who hadn't fully reacted:

"Grandpa Shanqing was as daring as Wu Song in life, so this move is called — Grandpa Shanqing's Slide Tackle!"

"Ugh!" The person's feet lost their footing, his center of gravity instantly disrupted, and he fell to the side with a scream.

Almost simultaneously, Lin Li held the bone in his left hand, making a symbolic gesture at another little brother's face rushing over.

The person instinctively leaned back to block, thus having his attention diverted, but what he didn't expect was that Lin Li's real attack intent was aimed downward!

Lin Li's hand sharply twisted, the bone drawing a beautiful arc towards his opponent's groin:

"After Grandpa Shanqing died, he was lonely, so this move is called — Lonely Lonely Grandpa Shanqing Lonely Lonely!"

"Oof—"

With the dull thud and a painful groan of shattered manhood, this little brother curled up like a shrimp, his legs clamped, inarticulately: