Honestly, Zhao Nan thought superheroes could be down-to-earth, but they couldn't be down-to-underworld.
Fuck.
Using ashes directly as a weapon—wasn't that a bit too hilariously filial?
The scene before them was simply too bizarre and absurd.
It felt like watching his mother get wheeled into the delivery room to give birth, only for a newborn baby to run out twenty minutes later and solemnly ask his father whether to save the nurse or the doctor.
That was how bizarre it was.
In the clearing, the sounds of people slapping at their clothes and screaming went on without end.
The screams sounded rather pleasant to Lin Li. Smiling, he continued pulling ashes from the urn and scattering them around.
"Whoosh—whoosh—"
He even provided sound effects with his mouth as he scattered them.
At this moment, the balance between offense and defense had reversed.
Now, whenever this group saw Lin Li merely raise his hand, even though they still held clubs and other weapons, they immediately backed away in terror.
"Fuck! Don't come over here!" someone shouted in collapse, shielding his face and flipping up his collar.
Lin Li looked a little confused. "I'm not coming over. Haven't I been standing right here the whole time? It's my Grandpa Shan Qing who's coming over. Whoosh—whoosh—bro, come say hello to my Grandpa Shan Qing."
"..."
"This guy especially shouldn't fucking come over here!!!" After a moment of silence, the man broke down even harder and hurriedly fled.
"Sure enough, young people just don't like hanging out with old people. Sigh." Lin Li sighed. That was the generation gap for you.
Then even Lin Li couldn't help laughing.
"Then surrender quietly. You're surrounded now. You can't escape."
Qin Jun fell silent at that.
He looked at the air around them, which had visibly grown