After the mocking ghost pill flew away, Genichiro passed through the ghost Buddha and went directly to the secret Buddhist hall in the deepest part of the Hirata Mansion.

Before the scene had completely changed, the incompatible scent of spicy wisteria flowers and the smell of corrupt blood had already rushed into his nostrils.

This was followed by all sorts of meaningless moans and wails, sounding like wild beasts begging for mercy from the hunters.

For a moment, Ichiro thought he had come to Yanan.

Soon, the brief darkness of the Buddha's crossing completely dissipated, and everything in the underground Buddha hall was brightly lit.

On the opposite side of the huge Buddha statue, an iron cage with bright lights (yes, I don't know why, the Hirata Mansion was electrified) was placed next to the wall, and the five captured supernatural ghosts huddled in the corner of the cage, like slaves with their spines broken, huddled together to keep warm.

Aside from the steaming wisteria sap outside the cage, they were clearly afraid of something else.

For example, the owner here, Dao Ce.

"Is it Ichiro-sama? Please wait a moment. ”

Dao Ce, the partner of the previous life, the inventor of the scumbag and the red ghost, was standing on the edge of a row of high wooden beds, and said hello to Ichiro without looking back, obviously at a critical juncture in his research.

However, when his ethereal voice resounded between the walls and columns, both the human test subjects on the wooden bed and the supernatural ghosts in the cage instinctively trembled.

In the past night, Daoce must have caused them a lot of mental trauma.

"Help me! Please help me! ”

The man on a wooden bed suddenly cried out loud.

He seemed to think that Genichiro was a child, so he would feel compassion for him, and cried out in tears, "This guy is not human! He's a demon! He's worse than a demon! ”

"Help me! Or kill me! I don't want to stay here any longer! ”

"Please! Help me! Help me! ”

The man's body struggled violently, like a fish that had been knocked but not killed.

He had only a blood-stained crotch all over his body, his limbs and neck were tightly clamped with iron hoops, and his desperate movements could do nothing but add a few frayed wounds to his joints.

Several ghosts in the cage heard the man's cry and shot a few eyes of sympathy, obviously agreeing with the human's statement.

The strange man who covered his face and tortured them all night was even more terrible than a ghost.

Just look at the "meat puree" on the wooden bed on the very edge, and the mixture of wisteria flowers and human blood in their stomachs can also prove it.

Have you ever seen a ghost melt and diarrhea at the same time?

And they have seen it.

At this time, both humans and ghosts had already collapsed, so they were not in the mood to resist at all. I just want to have a better day than last night.

“……”

Looking at the lifeless ghosts and those humans who were trembling violently, Koichiro unconsciously lowered his eyebrows.

Last night, Shinichi Sase washed the test knife man's headquarters in Tokyo, a hotel in a semi-prosperous area, with the blood of the Rioters and Thunderdogs, leaving only the shopkeepers as "eyewitnesses" to answer questions from foreign reporters who followed him.

After all, whether it is the Chaos Crowd or the Lone Shadow Crowd, they don't look like people after wearing uniforms.

Among them, the descendants of those samurai who were not skilled in swordsmanship and were not strong enough were directly killed on the spot.

Only these guys in front of them, given their heroic performance in resisting the chaotic crowd, were brought back by Shin Sase as test subjects, which can be regarded as a reward for passing the test.

According to Genichiro's simple understanding, the stronger the human being, the better the ability to accept ghost blood. That's why these people survived. Of course, they may now prefer to be dead.

Genichiro glanced at the wooden beds, and there was a cold indifference in his eyes, and he didn't care about their lives or deaths.

These knife testers always reminded him of the tragedy of his parents and siblings, who were nothing more than samurai scum who specialized in attacking those who were powerless to resist.

Even Butterfly Shinobi has murderous intentions towards them, not to mention Genichiro, who has no sense of belonging to humans.

"Let him be quiet."

With the order of Xian Ichiro, a research monk of Xianfeng Temple walked out of the recording table with his lower arm, and without saying a word, he slapped at the man's mouth.

That's an iron palm that can bounce a wedge pill!

The man's lips were intact, but the teeth underneath were cracked, and he had to keep his mouth shut to prevent the sharp edges of the teeth from being swallowed by himself.

If he accidentally cut his throat or something, the pain was enough to make him despair—and it wouldn't necessarily lead to suicide.

After doing all this, the research monk calmly went back to write a record report, but this smooth movement was so skillful that it was simply panicking.

"Where did this monk come from......"

One ghost whispered, and the others felt the same way.

Although the monks of Xianfeng Temple are monks, they have long stopped worshiping the Buddha and have turned to worship the cherry dragon.

Under the temptation of immortality, they have long lost even a little compassion, whether it is the transformation of the Imperial Son experiment, or the transformation of the centipede, it is more bloody than what they are doing in front of them.

Genichiro shook his head, temporarily banishing his ill feelings towards Senhoji and his own conscience.

"They are my people now. 】

I'm no better than them. 】

After figuring out those things, Genichiro quietly came behind Dao Ce, and found that lying on this wooden bed was the descendant of the royal knife man who was almost stoned to death by a butterfly in Arakawa Ward last time: Yamada.

It was he who contributed the emperor's imperial saber that could make a big fuss to Ichiro; It was also he who betrayed all the fellow knife testers, as well as a large number of "customers" information.

Now he was staring at the ceiling with a blank look, looking bored and slaughtered, his nose smashed by the butterfly slumped crookedly on his face.

Dauce was plunging a needle into his carotid artery, slowly pushing the dark red liquid from the syringe into it.

Genichiro remembers that the original Oni King's blood he got from Tired was a bright red that was more beautiful than wine.

Then what Daoce injected should be the blood that has been modified by the system, and the dose is about five or six drops.

Although he has obtained the transformed ghost king's blood since he killed the first ghost, his specific use, Genichiro has never tried it, and he is worried about any unpredictable consequences.

However, now that the researchers, research materials, and samples being studied are very abundant, there are naturally many fewer concerns.

[I just don't know what the effect will be......]

At the moment when Genichiro had a strong curiosity, Yamada's originally numb expression suddenly changed!

The transformed Ghost King's blood had an effect!

Yamada's dilated pupils grew smaller and smaller until they shrank to pinhole-like dots, his iris faded to a beastly amber color, and his collapsed nose visibly re-bulged and folded out of thin air, like an angry wolf.

Then, the blood vessels around his body suddenly bulged exaggeratedly, and the original blue-purple veins visibly transformed into a terrifying dark black with the naked eye, and the slender body hair quickly became thick and thick, covering the blue-gray skin like animal fur, looking like it was infected with the bestiality disease in "Bloodborne Curse".

A voice thicker than a lion and tiger exploded from his throat, and the muscles of his limbs, torso, and neck visibly thickened to the naked eye, squeezing five iron rings to imprison him!

"He's finally ghosted!"

Dao Ce's two eyes exposed outside bloomed with a strange light, "This time it didn't collapse!" Finally, there is a successful example! ”

Genichiro suddenly understood, and probably understood what was going on with that mess of meat over there, most of which was a product of failed ghosting.

However, Yamada's physical expansion was not over yet, and those overwhelmed iron rings still couldn't hold it up in the end, and they were directly broken by the hard muscles!

Yamada breaks free!

"It's ...... What is this? This force ......"

He reached out and easily crumpled the hoop into pieces, the rattling sound and the strong grip made him feel more confident than ever.

Able to break steel, it is clear that his physical fitness has long surpassed that of ordinary humans.

He is ten times stronger than he once was!

Although it is unknown what that terrible masked man did to his body, it was definitely an unexpected good thing!

Then, Yamada's cruel eyes suddenly aimed at Genichiro on the side of the bed.

He remembered that it was this little imp who had ruined their business on that path, and that he had been subjected to all kinds of inhuman torture for all this time.

Although he looks much taller, he will not admit mistakes!

"Excellent! Let's start with you! ”

Next, it's the short woman who smashed the bridge of his nose!

He's going to break that woman into eight! Smash her into a pulp! can get out of this evil breath!

Yamada swung his strong forehead and right arm, and a sharp bone spur squeezed out from under the lower arm like a praying mantis's folding knife, like a broad Western knight's sword, stabbed straight towards Genichiro!

"Be careful!"

Dao Ce suddenly raised his voice.

It's just that for some reason, Genichiro didn't mean to resist or dodge.

On the contrary, Genichiro suddenly showed a look of sudden realization, and he was stunned as if he was in a daze.

Seeing this, Dao Ce immediately planned to use the fist technique of Senfeng Temple to deflect Yamada's attack......

But at this moment, Yamada's right hand stopped in place without warning, like a tightened horse.

The blood-stained bone spur stopped less than ten centimeters in front of Genichiro, and he couldn't advance half an inch, as if he had pressed the pause button.

Also stopped, Yamada's entire body, which remained in the posture of getting up from the bed, like a pompous statue.

The self-confidence, which had been unprecedentedly inflated just a few seconds ago, was instantly replaced by infinite fear.

For some reason, he lost control of his body.

An ominous premonition began to rampage upwards from his tail spine, and the body hair on his back involuntarily stood up.

He subconsciously looked at Dao Ce, but Dao Ce, like him, had a bewildered look in his eyes, as if he had seen some imperfect work.

Then, he turned his gaze to the hateful imp, a terrifying instinct boiling in his blood.

It's him!

It's what he did!

I can't resist him!

"Is this what Onimai Tsuji doesn't rely on for cruelty to his subordinates?"

Ichiro didn't speak, but the voice sounded directly in Yamada's head, more real than what he heard with his ears.

"So, let me give it a try......"

Koichiro stretched out his index finger and gave an order to Yamada, "Cut off your head." ”

“…… Be! ”

Yamada struggled to speak, his sharp bone blade slashing uncontrollably towards his neck.

A huge head fell to the ground, but consciousness was not broken.

His eyes drooped and he saw a satisfied smile on his face.