I stood on the prairie and looked up at the stars in space, wondering if you would be there at this time. What kind of laughter, what kind of songs are humming.

Mishima's call has no effect on Fluttershy, her eyes still staring at the ground, as if there is something more appealing to her beneath the floor than Mishima's anxious qíng. Mishima is confused by Fluttershy's sudden appearance, remembering that the last time he saw Fluttershy was at the General's mansion.

At this time, Mishima could no longer tolerate a trace of cunning excuses in his heart except guilt and debt. If he had, he would bury himself in the dirtiest and foulest soil, until he would eventually become a puddle of rot (ròu), and even in the next life he would be born with an incomparably fishy smell.

"You may be seated."

Fluttershy repeats this to Mishima, who squeaks his teeth at Fluttershy's appearance, and after a moment he sighs and sits in his wheelchair. Fluttershy pushes him towards the door, Mishima says.

"Stop."

The wheelchair stopped suddenly, and Mishima stumbled forward before saying.

"Fluttershy, you really don't remember me?"

Fluttershy doesn't say a word, and Mishima looks back at Fluttershy to see that her eyes are staring straight ahead, not paying any attention to Mishima's words. Mishima turns his head to look straight ahead again, and the door slowly opens, revealing two men in black robes standing inside, and when Fluttershy pushes Mishima inside, they all bow to Fluttershy, and it seems that Fluttershy is still in a high position here.

Mishima looked at the two sides, this was a passage leading to somewhere, with dark gray wall tiles on both sides, and a row of dim lights on the left and right, the atmosphere was very much like an eighteenth-century castle.

Fluttershy pushes Mishima to a door carved with two diamond-shaped crossings of the Heavenly Punishment Cult.

"Please."

Mishima stands up as Fluttershy walks over to the door and presses her palm against it, when two blue rays of light appear from the left and right edges of the door frame and scan at Fluttershy, and a moment later the door opens to the left and right.

"Please come in."

Mishima half-believes Fluttershy as she says, and when he hears the door close, he turns back to find that Fluttershy hasn't entered.

This room is about 70 square meters, with a high platform of about 40 square meters in the middle, surrounded by clear water. Mishima glanced into the water, and he seemed to see fish swimming in the water. Other than that, there are stairs that run from the high platform to the doorway.

When Mishima stepped on the steps, he suddenly felt a softness under his feet, at first he thought that his legs were weak, but when he stepped on the second foot, he realized that it was not his legs and feet that were weak, but the steps. It felt like stepping on the mud, and Mishima flew for a long time to get to the high platform. A light appeared above his head, and then all the lights around the room came on, and Mishima felt like a star, and if the audience was full at this time, he might actually be singing.

"Mr. Mishima, welcome to my ring."

It's the same voice again, and it's really elusive. Mishima asked in a loud voice.

"How do you know my name?"

"Fang Fan's right-hand man, how could I not know, it seems that Zhang Ze's death does not allow him to learn to be smart."

"You're a cobbler?"

The voice sneered, then continued.

"Actually, I have always had a question, and I didn't have a chance to get an answer from Zhang Ze, I hope you can give me a satisfactory answer."

"Ask."

"Why are you so willing to follow Fang Fan from birth to death? Is it for the sake of lucrative profits? Or for the title of hero? If you're willing to join us, I can give you both of these things as well. ”

Mishima suddenly burst out laughing when he heard this, and then said.

"That's right, you're making this city your own little by little, but unfortunately we're not going to let you get away with it. You can indeed give me what I want, and you can even put yourself in the position of God to meet the conditions and requirements of every believer who kneels before the Heavenly Punishment Cult. In this respect, you are greater than the gods, but do not forget that you will never be able to give me peace of mind, nor will you be able to help me soothe the condemnation of my conscience. ”

There was a burst of clapping, and the cobbler continued.

"Can you exchange it for steamed buns and ham? It can't even be exchanged for a bowl of cheap egg drop soup, and what practical effect does conscience do. When you were a CLA instructor training team member to take the lives of others, did you ever think about peace of mind and conscience? Ah, your past reminds me that your hypocrisy is worse than what I do. ”

"Each other, each other. I still have room to recover, and you will only be cut by a thousand knives, and even if it gets to (yīn), I will suffer less than you. ”

"Then there's nothing to talk about. Since you're insisting, let's play a game. ”

As soon as the words fell, a boxing ring appeared around the high platform, and then four large pieces of tempered glass rose from the clear water that surrounded the high platform just now, and the clear water kept pouring down from the ceiling, and at this moment it was like a large water tank waiting to be filled with water.

At the same time, a rectangular opening appeared on the ground of the high platform, and after a while, a dead body with blurred blood (ròu) crawled out of it, and Fang Fan saw the corpse (luǒ) with its exposed muscles (ròu).

"Mishima, you only have five minutes to knock down this corpse. I forgot to introduce it, this is a resentful corpse, and I was full of grievances before I died. If you can't get it done within five minutes, piranhas will be released in the pools around you, and they won't care about you because of your justice. As far as I'm concerned, of course I just wanted you to retreat from the shēn. Hahaha. ”

After saying that, Mishima only snorted fiercely. At this time, the resentful corpse was approaching Mishima little by little, and he now didn't have a blade to take advantage of except his fists, and even his favorite saber was broken into two in the battle with Yang Yue. Mishima took a deep breath and ran towards the corpse, now he had to show 100% of his strength to deal with the corpse, or he would bury the belly of the fish.

When Mishima's fist hit the shēn, he felt like he was hitting the thick iron armor, and the shēn leaned to the left and then suddenly flicked his left hand and hit Mishima hard, Mishima felt like he had been hit by something in his abdomen, and he almost vomited out his gastric juices. Mishima took a few steps back and said.

"Fuck, that's tough."

Mishima wiped the blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, and then the cobbler said proudly.

"Like it? This is a gift from Qiman. ”

Mishima ignored the cobbler's provocations, and focused all his attention on shēn. Mishima pulled a charge from his belt bag and thrust it into his neck, and after a second, his eyes glowing a faint blue, and then his muscles exploded and nearly burst through his favorite camouflage uniform.

The corners of Mishima's mouth hooked up a wicked smile, and in an instant, he kicked his feet hard like a cannonball, first punching the corpse in the abdomen, then strangling the corpse's neck from behind (shēn) and then throwing it back, the corpse immediately flew up with both feet and fell out, all in one go.

He didn't intend to give the corpse any respite, but before the corpse could stand up, Mishima quickly approached it again, clasped his hands behind him, grabbed its wrists with one hand, and grabbed the corpse's neck with the other like a pincer, slamming it backwards. There was a crisp cracking sound of bones from the waist of the resentful corpse, and Mishima laughed and muttered to himself.

"But that's it."

The corpse was folded from Mishima's waist like a briefcase folded in half. Just as he let his guard down, the crisp sound of bones was heard again after (shēn). Mishima looked back and saw that the resentful corpse was stretching its body like a butterfly that had just broken out of a cocoon.

"How can you be so (yīn) soul not gone."

Mishima repeats his old trick again, but as soon as he reaches the shēn side, the corpse nimbly jumps away. This move shocked Mishima, which was like a corpse from the resentful corpse just now. At this moment, the resentful corpse is flexible like a monkey. Not only that, but he noticed that the body of the corpse (shēn) was changing little by little. The ròu, which should have been dead and beginning to decay, was getting stronger, and the elbows and knees of the corpse were sticking out of two long spikes. Just as Mishima was surprised, the cobbler said.

"Mr. Dao, does it look familiar? Do you think the grudge corpse after the rage is a little similar to you? ”

"If Lao Tzu becomes like this, then I'd rather die."

"Then I'm afraid you're really going to die. To tell you the truth, this is a resentful corpse created according to your combat data. You should be a little impressed now, hahaha. ”

Mishima suddenly remembered that the battle data of himself and Zhang Ze at that time had been copied by Yang Yue's subordinates, and when Yang Yue died, the matter was over, but he didn't expect this data to fall into the hands of Sanyun's help.

"It seems that you are not only murderous demons, but also shameless thieves."

"You can't blame us for this, it's all Qiman's credit, Yang Yue is just Qiman's pawn."

Mishima was glad that Yang Yue was not here, if she heard this, she would probably be mad on the spot. Yang Yue has always been to Qiman, and even regarded her as the object of his venting, but he didn't expect that the purpose that Qiman had been enduring was to use Yang Yue, I'm afraid Yang Yue didn't know that Qiman's (shēn) share in the Sanyun Gang had never been known.

Just as Mishima was in a daze, the resentful corpse suddenly rose into the air, bent his legs in mid-air, and aimed the twin thorns of his knees at Mishima and stabbed him, Mishima was startled at first and then flashed to the side (shēn). Mishima hurriedly put aside the messy adult things in his mind, and now the most important thing is what to do with this rampaging corpse.

"Mr. Mishima, if you are so absent-minded, you will become bait for piranhas."

With that, the cobbler laughed arrogantly again. The Raging Wraith's attacks are not only incredibly fast, but also very frequent. Like a machine gun fired continuously, the effect of the charge was almost gone, and Mishima's physical strength was about to reach its limit. At this time, he reached for his waist bag again, and at this moment Mishima completely threw Yuu Toyoya's warning out of his mind.

Meanwhile, at the (chūn) taste bar, Fang Fan and they were still waiting.

"Han Shuo, how is it? Did Mishima send a signal? ”

Han Shuo shook his head and said with a furrow on his brows.

"Not yet, do you think he didn't plan to signal at all?"

Fang Fan sighed and said.

"That's what I'm most worried about, and it's very likely that he will act recklessly with Mishima's xìng."

Jinqiu was also anxious on the side and asked.

"Then we can't just sit still, can we?"

Fang Fan suddenly stood up and said.

"Don't wait, let's go straight away. Han Shuo, you just stay at the bar, don't go anywhere, or keep an eye on Jianyue's situation in the hospital. ”

With that, Fang Fan and Jinqiu walked towards the gate, and as soon as they arrived at the door, the door of the (chūn) taste bar was shaken open by a wave of air, and the two of them took a few steps back and looked at the door. Gongsun Che stood at the door and looked at them and said.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm afraid it doesn't matter to you where we go, right?"

Gongsun Che smiled, then threw the phone at Fang Fan. Fang Fan took the phone, a video was playing on it, and Fang Fan suddenly frowned after seeing the video. In the video, it is the picture of Mishima fighting with the resentful corpse, and Mishima in the video is at a disadvantage, Fang Fan is worried when he sees it.

"How did you see this, who are you?"

Gongsun Che smiled faintly and said.

"Someone who wants to work with you."

Fang Fan returned the phone to Gongsun Che, and then said coldly.

"Get out of the way, I'm going to meet my friends."

Fang Fan pushed Gongsun Che with his hand, but he didn't expect him to move like a city wall. Seeing this situation, Jin Qiu pulled Fang Fan aside, and then stood in front of Gongsun Che and said.

"If there is anything to wait for us to rescue our friends, I will accompany you without any martial arts."

As soon as the words fell, a force suddenly erupted from Gongsun Che's (shēn) body, sending Jin Qiu Zhen flying out, Gongsun Che patted his clothes and said.

"You're not qualified to be my opponent yet."

Then he pointed at Fang Fan and said.

"Only Nightmare is worthy of being my opponent."

Faced with such a (qíng) scene, Fang Fan had no choice but to put on a posture, but he didn't expect Gongsun Che to put it away and said.

"I'm not here to fight with you, so it's better to settle the matter of cooperation. Otherwise, I promise you won't be able to go anywhere today, and I can't guarantee the safety of everyone in this bar. ”

"You threaten me?"

Gongsun Che sneered.

"Hmph. Whatever you want. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a red tiger rushing out from in front of Fang Fan (xiōng) and heading straight for Gongsun Che, who jumped into the air and chased after the tiger with wings on its back. Fang Fan shouted.

"Jinqiu, up."

Jinqiu ran over, standing lunges with his hands folded on his thighs, and shouted.

"Come on."

Fang Fan ran quickly and then stepped on Jinqiu's hand, Jinqiu lifted Fang Fan upward, and Fang Fan also jumped into the air with his strength. At this time, he took advantage of the time when Gongsun Che was fighting with the tiger, gathered his true qi in the palm of his hand and punched it out towards Gongsun Che. I saw Gongsun Che skillfully dodging the tiger grappling, and turned to attack Fang Fan, and Jinqiu called below.

"Fang Fan, be careful."

Jinqiu's words were still too late, Gongsun Che hit Fang Fan's left shoulder hard, the tiger turned into a cloud of smoke in the air, and Fang Fan also fell from mid-air, fortunately Jinqiu caught Fang Fan below.

Gongsun Che landed lightly, followed by a half-squatting horse step, stepping on the ground with both feet, and cracks appeared on the ground, and at this time he was like a stable wooden figure.

The palm Fang Fan received just now was not light, and Jinqiu asked him to rest for a while. He ran in front of Gongsun Che and looked at his posture and said disdainfully.

"Flower shelves."

With that, his left leg swept Gongsun Che's lower plate hard, and suddenly Jinqiu's calf bone felt a heart-piercing pain, and he felt that he was kicking something harder than steel. After relieving for a while, he attacked Gongsun Che again, and Jinqiu gathered his qi in his palm and hit Gongsun Che. Gongsun Che did not avoid it, but faced it, and his fist just struck with Jinqiu's palm. Jinqiu's arm was numb for a while, and no matter how he attacked next, he would be dispersed by Gongsun Che. At this time, Fang Fan walked over and grabbed Jinqiu and said.

"Stop, we're no match for him."

Fang Fan raised his voice and said to Gongsun Che.

"Okay, I agree to work with you, but I have one condition."

Gongsun Che put away his posture and said.

"Tell me about it."

"After I catch the cobbler, I will take him to see a person, and then I will hand it over to you to dispose of."

Gongsun Che thought for a moment and said.

"Yes."

After a few people talked, Fang Fan said.

"Then I can go and save my friend now, right?"

"Of course you have to save it, but when you get there, you have to listen to me."

Fang Fan and Jin Qiu glanced at each other, then nodded in agreement, and the three of them immediately set off towards the chapel.

Mishima's condition at this time was a little difficult, and the resentful corpse was above him in terms of strength and speed. The corpse attacked Mishima again, and Mishima saw the opportunity to grab the corpse's shoulders with both hands and twist (shēn) behind the corpse, wrapping around his waist and slamming it back, Mishima clearly heard the sound of the corpse's neck breaking. At this time, the effect of the energizer was about to disappear, and the blue in his eyes was fading a little, and Mishima gasped and sat down as he watched the fence. Then the cobbler said.

"Is this the end of it? The corpses aren't finished yet. ”

"Wait for Lao Tzu to take a breath, don't talk about this perverted corpse that was ripped off by you, even your neck will be broken by me."

Sure enough, the resentful corpse stood up again, and the muscles (ròu) on it (shēn) seemed to be much stronger than before. Mishima muttered to himself.

"What, did you evolve through death?"

The Wraithed rushed towards Mishima, who rolled into a corner to dodge the Wraith's attack, but the spikes in its elbow pierced the fence, and the water rushed in through the gap. Mishima said as he looked at the growing water potential and the gap that was slowly being torn apart by the water potential.

"The second half is your death."

With that, he took the last two energizers out of his belt bag and smiled slightly, then stabbed them hard into his neck. Mishima's mind went blank at this time, and the last flashback image was Yuu Toyoya's advice to him. Just before his consciousness broke, he remembered that he left a smile at Xiao Yu in the picture. The swelling muscles (ròu) finally broke through Mishima's most camouflage uniform, his eyes glowing with a cold blue light, and his evil smile was like the cruelest killer of the night looking at his prey at his fingertips. Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking the sky, and Mishima disappeared.

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