Gen Zhisheng looked at the crying boy in kimono, took a step forward, and then suddenly stopped.

So, are you a ghost or my brother?

After a moment of confusion, he suddenly clenched the knife in his hand again.

Because behind the crying Yuan Zhinu, suddenly there was another figure, this figure was wearing a black trench coat and a white mask.

He slowly raised his head, allowing Gen Zhisheng to see the mask clearly, and it outlined a face similar to that of an ancient Japanese minister with simple lines.

Yuan Zhisheng even had a feeling that this was not a mask, but the real face of the man in black, or that this mask had merged with the skin, as if the lips that had just tasted blood were slightly raised upward, revealing the teeth that were as black as steel inside.

The black-clothed man with the mask held a pair of seemingly ordinary black wooden sticks in his hands, and whispered softly beside the crying Yuan Zhinu, "I'm happy to see my brother." And then what do you want to do now? ”

"What should I do?" Yuan Zhinu raised her tear-stained face, as if she had been bewitched by the devil, his eyes were full of confusion, and he shook his head: "I don't know ......"

"Who are you!" Yuan Zhisheng suddenly asked in a deep voice, clenched his knife, and was ready to attack at any time.

Because this man in black reminded him of a person.

The Fierce Oni are an organization with various code names, and their emperor is called the "Dragon King", and Gen Zhisheng already knows that the Dragon King is also his younger brother who has come back from the dead, Gen Zhinu.

However, the actual leader of the Oni is not the Dragon King, but another person - that person's code name is "The King".

The man in black's voice was hoarse, making it impossible to judge his true voice, and he laughed: "I'm the king, the person you snake Qi Eight have been looking for and want to kill, tsk, but it seems that you don't have such a chance anymore." ”

Wang Jiang gently patted Yuan Zhinu's face, and Yuan Zhisheng felt great anger at this action for a moment, and wanted to rush over and tear this person apart.

However, the unknown strength of the king general made it impossible for him to act rashly, and as Amaterasu, the Snake Eight Family, he had a lot to think about, and he couldn't let himself be completely swayed by emotions.

Wang Jiang laughed a little louder: "What a fellow who is bound by justice and rules, childish girl, tell me, who are you now?" ”

He tapped lightly on the black slab in his hand.

The Yuan Zhinu's eyes became more and more faint, and she murmured, "I am the Yuan Zhinu...... No, I'm ...... Ruri Kazama! ”

His eyes seemed to regain their luster at this moment, and his silky black hair turned into snow at this moment, and his white hair fluttered like an earthly elf.

A powerful power that did not belong to humans surged out from Ruri Kazama's body, making Gen Zhisheng feel a danger that he had never felt before.

"Very well, you're Ruri Kazama, so tell me, do you hate him?" Wang Jiang stretched out his gloved fingers and pointed them at Yuan Zhisheng.

Ruri Kazama had already stopped crying, and he had a smile on his face: "Brother? ”

After hearing the words of the king general, Ruri Kazama's face was only fierce and fierce: "Brother, I hate you!!! ”

Ruri Kazama pulled out a long cherry red knife from behind him: "Come on, brother, come and knock me down with your justice!" Or, come to me with your blood for repentance! ”