Chapter 31 Head-on Murder

"Okay." Asimov and Wen Ning exchanged places. They had to stop to perform this simple act—they had to keep at least one fellow traveler in contact with two other fellow travelers at every moment. This adds considerable difficulty.

"My knees hurt so much. I'm going to fall again." Ya said.

"Why didn't it hurt when you first fought?" Asimov chuckled.

"Of course it's because I'm fighting!" Ya shouted.

They argued for a while and then had to break off. Their transposition was so unsuccessful that many parts of their bodies were screwed together.

"Hey. It's time we figured it out again," Asimov said. There were almost three elbows pressing on his elbow. But I can't tell which one is whose.

"I thought of a simple way. But it is not within my scope of action to provide it." R added 32.

"Hey? Is there anyone else who can provide it? Is he the only one who can think of this method?"

"The easiest way is for one of us to stand in the middle." Xiang Ning said softly. "Then everyone held his hand."

"That would require him to have many hands." Asimov rolled his eyes - he wanted to, but then he stopped when he found that his eyes were no longer there. "Many hands. We all know who to call."

"Grandpa! Stretch out your hands!" Ya said.

"Who is your grandfather!" said the elder fish collector viciously. Everyone stretched out their hands, trying to stretch out his budding arms and separate one arm from each other. The twigs of the branch showed strong resistance to this. But apparently his strength lies somewhere between extending those arms and resisting what these guys have in store.

It didn't take long for them to switch positions and finish.

"This fellow traveler solved this problem with extremely outstanding logic. Everyone." R Supplement 32 concluded melodiously.

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"Logic." Yimeiz stared at the energy pattern mirror, almost gritting his teeth, and green light burst into his eyes. After the rather heartfelt confession about his mental activities just now, it seemed that some kind of switch had been turned on in him - or turned off. In short, his performance has undergone earth-shaking changes compared to before.

A small fly suddenly appeared and circled around the skull mage's head, scattering many black fragments of suspicious origin.

Metz became furious and swatted the fly with his arms. The little fly rose lightly and passed between the two withered fingers. Metz's hand brushed against the fly's wings and slapped on his head, making a creepy "click" sound.

Yi Cha watched as the original Mathematical Olympian slowly stretched his hands behind his neck, straightened the broken neck, and stuck it with a pen. This simple and crude fix doesn't seem to be very effective. When he tried to move his head, more cracking sounds came out. The skull's head shook, tilted down, and hung on its chest in frustration.

"If it troubles you, you might as well leave that wise mind to me for safekeeping. I promise to use it evilly." The devil grinned.

"Don't meddle in other people's business. Take Chaint." Metz hammered his fists on the table, leaving two holes. The edge of the arithmetic table is rolled up. Several pieces of calculation paper flew up, bursting into green fire in the air, and then quickly disappeared into ashes.

Icha shrugged.

"I think he likes us much more than before. Isn't that right?"

The little fly landed over, rubbed his two little hands on his shoulders, and chuckled. "He is more worth killing now. When are we going to kill him? Kill him until he is no longer dead. He is no longer dead until he can no longer live."

"The undead are not considered alive, they are just not dead."

Yi Cha paused for half a second and calmed down his tone. "I'm afraid it's not possible for the time being. Your Majesty. There are only three of us here. Without his help, it will be even more difficult for us to leave here. Don't you want to go back early to torture your subordinates and kill the enemy? Killing Metz will not do any good. And there are Serious consequences. And there is another most important reason——"

"Consequences buzz. Benefits buzz. Causes buzz. I don't think about anything, dear buzz. Don't analyze it with me." The little fly laughed noisily. "When are we going to kill him? If you don't want to do it, then I will."

"Do we really want to discuss how to head-on murder a higher being who is temporarily on our side one meter away from him?"

"Strange. Why not? Honey. Isn't that what we are doing? As long as we are doing something, it is possible."

Icha sighed, then smiled. "Then please. Your Majesty."

The little fly flapped its wings happily and took off, bringing up a cloud of black smoke and rushing towards Metz. Yi Cha slowly took half a step to the side and sat down on the railing.

The black smoke spread quickly and surrounded the math table. There was a loud buzz. The little fly laughed wildly in a way that was totally out of proportion to its size.

The laughter faltered slightly. Green sparks bloomed and crackled above the black smoke. What followed was the vibrating sound of rotting vocal cords. Mixed in with the flutter of wings. The ignited paper flew out of the black smoke. Flashes of fleeting green light streaked through the air, illuminating the hall brightly at certain moments.

Yi Cha watched with his arms folded. At first, he could still find time to wipe away the dust and debris that had covered his clothes. Later there was no need to do this at all. Black smoke and green sparks formed a continuously twisting magic ball, occupying more and more space, almost covering his face.

There was a sudden silence.

Or there was too much of an explosion. Causing his hearing to temporarily slip away. almost. After the explosion—or before, depending on where you looked—the magic ball that was about to engulf him suddenly dispersed.

It wasn't until those tasteless white bone pillars and painted walls appeared in front of him again that he heard the final sound as it dispersed. That was a sound——

"puff".

"Pfft." Icha said. He waved his hand to disperse the remaining smoke in front of his eyes. Looking at the disgraced little fly and the skeleton mage.

He stretched out his hand, and the little fly's tattered wings fell feebly into his palm.

"Damn it," said the little fly. "That word you always use. That stupid, cheap, cheap, little thing that needs to be stepped on—"

"radish?"

"The carrot buzzes," said the little fly. "I didn't kill him."

"I know. It's okay. You might as well try next time."

"Humph." said the little fly. Her tone was very energetic, full of resentment and unwillingness. Then fell into a deep sleep within a second.

Icha pocketed it. Jump off the railing and stop at Metz's counting table. The skull's two black eyes were still filled with sporadic green fire.

"How does it feel to vent your anger? We're fine." The demon turned his head back. "Continue to observe this truth worth continuing."