Even Pseudo-girl Vampires Can Survive Calmly in Another World

In order to save her students, she stood up in front of urban legends, but she was just an ordinary girl who had just graduated from college and found a job through her father's introduction...

Where might an urban legend rival?

nature……

She died, and there was not even a whole body left.

But 'she' didn't die either, it seems... her students missed her so much that the conditions for creating an urban legend were fulfilled.

Let the "person" Hanna be reborn every night, because the students know Teacher Hanna very well and have a very specific image in their hearts, unlike other urban legends that are ambiguous and strange...

Every 'Hannah' is the same as the real Hannah, and even the memory can be inherited.

For Hans and his wife, that is, Hannah's mother, this is a rare joy in grief... They can look at Hannah's afterimage and talk about comfort...

They also thought that... this kind of life can continue forever, as if Hannah is not dead, as if Hannah has a strange disease and can only move around at night, everything will be fine...

but……

In the past two days, the new Hannah has become a little strange...

She would sneak into the kitchen and eat live chickens...

When I met a stray kitten who often came to patronize the house, Hannah would happily feed it in the past, but now she just kicked it and didn't even look at it...

"She... gradually became another person, gradually becoming less like our daughter..." Hans trembled in front of Miss Gabriel and the others.

"According to an old friend of mine, it's because of Hannah's students...their impression of Hannah is wrong..."

"They clearly know that Hannah is dead. Even if they don't want to believe it, they can't lie to the facts they subconsciously believe..."

"So...how can the dead come back to life?..."

"Become... a zombie, an undead?" Miss Gabriel frowned.

"To be precise...it's 'ghoul'." Hans said in a dull tone: "Our Cyberstan's most popular legend of the 'living dead' is this..."

"As long as you think of the dead, you can't help but think of 'ghouls'..."

"Usually, the most urban legend individuals also appear in the form of ghouls..."

"Hannah is becoming a ghoul, no... Maybe she is already a ghoul, but she doesn't want to admit it..."

"She still stubbornly thinks she's a good teacher..."

"As long as she keeps being stubborn, isn't there a problem with ghouls? From your tone, she hasn't hurt anyone now, right?" Miss Gabriel looked at Hannah in the distance.

She was being teased by a young maid, coquettishly angrily.

"Maybe she can continue to be stubborn..." Hans sighed, his back bent as if he was ten years older.

"But her students can't... It can even be said that her 'stubbornness' is something imagined by the students. As long as they stop thinking like this, she can't be called stubborn..."

"And those children are only 13 or [-] years old this year. How long can they remember Hannah, a teacher who came and went in a hurry after only teaching them for a semester?"

"How long do you remember the image of Hannah who is so concrete now?"

"..." Miss Gabriel and the others were silent.

"I'm afraid it won't be long before Hannah will turn into a monster made up of various stars and celebrities?" Hans clenched his fists.

"What about her personality? What will her personality become? What will she do? Promiscuity, drug use?"

"This may be the worst situation, but I can't help but think about it. In today's society, impetuousness is rampant. These eye-popping things are most likely to leave a deep impression on the hearts of children..."

"I don't allow this kind of thing to happen. Hannah is such a good child. Her name shouldn't be inherited by a disgusting and ugly monster..."

"So... ladies, please kill her."

"Kill 'Hannah' one more time in front of those children, and end this cycle of pain."

Hans knocked his head on the table.

Those children had only attended Hannah's funeral and hadn't witnessed Hannah's death, so there was still hope in their hearts...they hoped that Hannah was still alive.

As long as Hannah is truly 'died' in front of them, this hope will naturally come to nothing, and there will be no 'Hannah' reborn in the future.

The real Hannah can also rest in another world.

"Why did you ask us to do it?" Miss Gabriel sighed.

"All you need is a gun, and you don't need this one, do you?"

Hannah looks like an ordinary girl now, she was shot... and she should die too.

"Because... Hannah is afraid of guns...she hates violence..." Hans didn't raise his head.

In the past, he was also the one who forced Hannah to learn how to shoot and wanted her to gain the ability to protect herself. For this reason, he and Hannah had an awkward fight for several weeks...

"..." Miss Gabriel bit her lower lip.

Hate violence...but want to be a city hunter?

"This matter..." Miss Gabriel frowned tightly.

"I promise."

But how to accomplish it is my Majesty Van Helsing's own business...

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Today's last update is here! ~

(80 minutes! Shocked! Breaking the record!)

Chapter 472 Chapter 471: Strange Characters Entering the Battlefield ([-])

Inside Miss Gabriel's jeep.

"I wouldn't have killed that big baboon first..." Miss Gabriel was sitting in the first row of the back seat, with Jinlin'er and Lucifer on the left and right.

The second row in the back seat is Anne, Li Ge and Mary.

Katyusha was holding the steering wheel in the front driver's seat, and Hannah was in a daze in the co-pilot.

"Where are we going now...?" Miss Gabriel just pulled her into the car without saying a word, without any intention of explaining to her.

"To find a new urban legend, we're going to do an experiment." Miss Gabriel said calmly.

Everyone wants to see if urban legends can survive in a different world.

If not, find Raphael to do something again.

This is not a trouble to her, but rather, it can give her an excuse to come down for a 'business trip'. It's too late for her to thank everyone.

"Experiment..." Hannah was still confused.

"By the way, you should have Ouba's phone number, right?" Miss Gabriel suddenly asked Hannah as she watched the cars passing by outside the window.

"Huh? Ouba and who are they?" Hannah looked confused.

"City Hunter, didn't they call you here?" Miss Gabriel looked at Hannah in the rearview mirror.

"No, I'm just doing some paper shredding work in the Urban Hunter Union, and I'm waiting to be assigned to a suitable urban legend as a reserve. The manager of the union called me here..." Hannah waved her hands to explain.

Before calling Hannah over, the trade union manager told her to be a 'female' and not to be careless. Those girls don't seem to like men, and if they get tough, they might be hated and their lives might be in danger.

"Does Urban Hunter still have a union?" Miss Gabriel rubbed her chin: "Then you call them and say 'we' want to catch an urban legend, whichever one is fine, but it's better to be nearer. "

"..." Hannah thought for a while, then nodded, and took out her mobile phone: "Okay."

The Urban Hunter Guild has also had the experience of cooperating with urban legends before, and has a way to deal with this situation.

After the call was made, Hannah explained the situation to the union manager.

Then the hands-free was turned on at the request of the union manager.

"Dear ladies, there is an urban legend on King's Street that should meet your needs. Oppa's team is fighting it, but it has fallen into a disadvantage. If you can, please help them."

The union manager's voice sounded like an old gentleman, with a stale smell, but it was like an old quilt that had been exposed to the sun all day, allowing people to smell the sun.

"No problem." Miss Gabriel nodded.

Katyusha drove the jeep into another lane and accelerated towards King Street.

Because of the maid's professional ethics, before driving, Katyusha bought an all-terrain map of the city at the newsstand and memorized it, so that there would be no situation where she didn't know the road.

Although she is still a little unfamiliar with the road conditions, looking at the billboards all over the street, Katyusha can still feel like a duck to water on the street like an old taxi driver who has been driving a taxi in the city for more than ten years.

……

At this time, King's Avenue has been completely blocked, and all irrelevant personnel have been driven out of the battlefield.

Groups of special police stood guard outside the line of defense with rifles in hand, watching an ostrich-like urban legend covered in electric spray entangled with Ouba, Yasasi, and Kawai on the street.

They can't shoot yet, and only when Ouba and other urban hunters can't hold on and call for backup will they pour out the precious special bullets.

Common urban legends are easily killed by bullets, but some urban legends may gain immunity to bullet attacks after 'rebirth' the next day.

They couldn't risk creating a real monster and destroying urban legends with firepower.

Only the urban legend ability does not make other urban legends 'immune'.

So generally speaking, letting urban hunters fight against urban legends is the best solution. These special police officers are just an extra insurance, and the bullets in the guns are also bullets created by urban hunters with their abilities.

Under concentrated fire, it can cause fatal and unsolvable damage to urban legends.

"Huh? Why is there a clown here?" A sheriff with a rifle caught a glimpse of the clown hiding behind a police car out of the corner of his eye.

The clown was watching the battlefield with curiosity and trembling, as if dazzled by the superhuman fighting power of urban hunters and urban legends.

"It seems that Ouba and the others happened to be walking on the street with this clown, and encountered an urban legend." A police officer explained.

"We thought he was a newcomer brought by Obama and the others, so we didn't drive him away."

"Is that a newcomer?" The sheriff was a little impatient. How could civilians be allowed to intervene in such a dangerous place?If there are unnecessary casualties, no one can bear the responsibility.

"..." The police officer looked at a clown with thin arms and legs, like a clown who could be blown down by a gust of wind.

"No, I'll drag him out right now."

The police came forward and were about to drag the clown away.