Chapter 375: I'm Not the Ghost's Brother
"Childish Girl...... Is that you? Yuan Zhisheng's voice was extremely depressed.
The unruly boy's smile suddenly became gorgeous, revealing a strange charm between men and women: "Brother, don't you recognize me anymore?" ”
Yuan Zhisheng's hands holding Tong Zi Che and Spider Che trembled slightly, and he looked at the figure in front of him that appeared in his dreams countless times, his face was pale, like a nightmare hidden in his heart appeared in reality.
"Impossible...... The immature girl should have died. Yuan Zhisheng suddenly exhaled deeply, his tone was so determined, but his trembling hands revealed his heart that he couldn't calm down.
Except for Tachibana Masamune, the head of the Eight Snake Clans, none of the other members knew that Gen Zhisheng, who was Amaterasu, also had a younger brother.
Because many years ago, when he was still a teenager, he had killed his younger brother with his own hands, threw his brother's bones in a waste well, and threw away the key after fastening it firmly with a heavy iron lock.
Everything he does is to be a friend of justice, and justice has a price.
Since then, he will not hesitate to kill any ghost, because he has already paid the greatest price.
But now, Yuan Zhisheng's heart has been extremely shaken.
In front of him, a delicate boy in a blood-red kimono wore light makeup, delicately almost like a girl, and his eyebrows and eyes were extremely similar to Gen Zhisheng.
With a shallow smile, the boy said in a dream-like voice, "Yes, the young girl has been killed by her brother in that well. Now I'm just a ghost. ”
"Let me introduce myself again, I'm now Ruri Kazama, the dragon king of the fierce ghosts." Ruri Kazama bowed lightly, which was extremely beautiful.
This is not the sensitive and timid younger brother he remembers, but in fact, when he first saw Ruri Kazama, Gen Zhisheng understood...... Gen Zhinu is really back.
It's an indescribable feeling.
What you suppress in the deepest part of your heart, the moment you see it, you know it – this is it.
Ruri Kazama said faintly: "It's so ruthless, brother, haven't you ever regretted it?" ”
Yuan Zhisheng was silent, looked at this boy who was both extremely strange and extremely familiar, and said word by word: "If I do it all over again, I will kill you again...... Because I'm not the brother of the ghost. ”
"Hahahaha, what a cruel heart!!" Ruri Kazama suddenly let out a wild laugh, but her eyes flowed out silently unconsciously.
The so-called ghosts are dragon hybrids whose dragon blood purity exceeds a certain limit, and they may turn into demons who disregard human lives at any time, but most of the time this is not the path they want to choose.
"Haha, I was born with a terrible and dirty thing like a ghost, and you are so glorious and righteous, so you can't have a dirty ghost as a brother......" Ruri Kazama laughed while crying.
"But can I choose my own bloodline?! At the moment when I found out that I had become a demon, when I was at my most desperate and weak, the person who should be with me the most in this world pierced my heart with a knife......" Ruri Kazama waved her blood-red kimono as if playing the saddest of dramas: "Brother, you also make me dirty, don't you?" ”
"But dear, will you soon be the closest person to you in this world?" Large tears slipped down Ruri Kazama's sad and angry eyes, and the delicate thin makeup was already more pitying and heartache than tears.
Gen Zhisheng remained silent.
He had fantasized countless times about what he would do if he could see Gen Zhini again one day.
Is it an unspeakable silence, or an uncontrollable tear, or an unstoppable blade?
Gen Zhisheng now really saw him, he felt that he should guard against Ruri Kazama like he was on guard against the most terrible devil, but he didn't know why, what he wanted most now was to take a step forward and use all his strength to hug the crying fragile boy in front of him.
But a man in a white demon mask had already appeared silently in the darkness of this level like a ghost with a mallet in his hand, with a demonic smile on his lips.