"All of them...... "Gen Zhisheng muttered,

“…… Let's see if you can identify yourself and have your family take them away...... If there is still a family. Yuan Zhinu sighed silently: "It's really kind, brother, it's a pity that your kindness is useless to them, even when they are still alive." The way it is now is the end they should meet. Yuan Zhisheng fell into a long silence, and only after a long time did he sigh silently: "If you can, who wants to become a ghost?" ”

"It's confirmed." The crow's gaze was withdrawn from the family forensic doctor, who was wearing a hazmat suit and was collecting the corpse.

He swallowed his saliva, and forced himself not to look at the corpses, and reported to Gen Zhisheng, "Their time of death was probably shortly after sunrise, that is, when we received their actions. ”

"In other words, were they attacked just after they arrived in Tokyo?" Yuan Zhisheng bowed his head and was silent.

"According to the news from the Kansai branch, most of them were of A-class blood before they mutated into ghosts. The only thing that can destroy them all is something more dangerous. The crow added with an ugly face,

"Moreover, most of the blood in their corpses has been sucked dry, and the guys who attacked them are probably still getting stronger."

"Looks like they've stepped into someone's trap." Gen Zhinu lowered her head, and her hair fell down her eyes, blocking one of the eyes that had become crimson.

He said faintly: "Only this time, they finally have no use value, and they have become his last food, food in the physical sense." "The crow, who had an upset stomach and wanted to go out for some fresh air, left.

Yuan Zhisheng and Yuan Zhinu stood on the blood-red water, silently looking at the incomparably dark sewer, like the depths of some creature's esophagus.

"I don't know what happened to him, but judging by the fact that I searched for nothing the other day, he must still have some wisdom and know how to avoid us." Yuan Zhisheng said softly,

"At least, he's not going to do something like that that that would grab our attention." Yuan Zhinu Youyu added: "But he did it anyway, and it was quite high-profile." No matter how you look at it, it's a declaration of war against us. ”

"The Iron Dome Temple was built by the Tachibana family, and it was designed by him himself, and it is considered his home field. Who knows, how much he has hidden in it. If you move forward rashly, you may step on his trap. Yuan Zhisheng took out his mobile phone and called up the blueprint of the Iron Dome Temple.

This map, which was produced and uploaded by Masamune Tachibana himself, was considered a symbol of his dedication to his family in the past.

And now it seems that this is just a tomb dug deep to bury the family.

"Brother, I've been waiting for this day for a long time." The voice of the young girl was a little hoarse,

"What do you think of him disguised in front of you?" His gaze gradually froze, and then it darkened again, and Yuan Zhisheng fell into a long silence again.

After a long time, he said, "...... I sometimes wonder more than once how nice it would be if he were my father. ”

"It's the opposite of me......" said the young girl again,

"I was thinking all the time about how to kill him, when he was talking, when he was turning his back on me, when he was ...... I don't remember how many times I assassinated him, but every time I shivered and rejoiced, he would stand in front of me and greet him casually. He laughed softly, his voice shuddering inexplicably: "I was really stupid enough to believe that there really would be any immortal body in the world at that time." Even the mighty dragon king has been sent into a long sleep, let alone a mere king general? He slung his long cherry red knife to his waist, flicked the long sleeves of his black kimono, and walked towards the depths of the Iron Dome Temple: "Whatever he is, I must make a conclusion with him." It used to be for the sake of those girls who died tragically, and the people who carried his head, and reconciled with you. The voice of the young girl slowly disappeared into the darkness, and then the voice behind him slowly came: "...... And now, I have to stab him for my sister, no matter how many times he can get up after this. Yuan Zhisheng silently watched his figure disappear into the darkness, sighed and called the crow.

…… The further you go inside, the more unfamiliar and dark the environment becomes. The light bulb flickered as if it had been miscontacted, illuminating the dirty space in front of it from time to time, and then quickly returning to darkness.

The footsteps of the two people sounded staggered in the dark space, and the young girl walked silently in front, holding the hilt of the sword at her waist with her left hand.

Yuan Zhisheng followed behind him, holding the spider cut and the boy cut on his waist in the same way. Except for the echo of the footsteps of the two men, the entire sewer was unusually quiet, and occasionally the sound of water droplets could be heard, but nothing else.

The flickering lights and the vision far beyond ordinary people make them see their environment a little clearly. It was a dry cistern, and several unusually large pillars supported the space like giant trees.

Then there was no more, the range illuminated by the light was limited, and even the eyes blessed by the dragon's blood could not see through the darkness farther away.

Slowly, Yuan Zhinu slowed down, and Yuan Zhisheng stopped quietly, his hand on the hilt of the sword. The footsteps were gone, and the only sound in this small space was the sound of water dripping and their slow breathing.

The lights were still on and off, casting their shadows on the massive pillars. Several shadows danced above the pillars, as if countless people were following them.

None of them spoke, and the long knife was unsheathed without a sound. The long knife hung casually at his side, the mirror-smooth blade reflecting the light, and then, suddenly, a hideous shadow was reflected.

The lights dimmed, like the sound of scales scraping against the ground, and the sound of wings waving in the air sounded in the darkness around them.

Monsters hiding in the shadows pounced on them with their sharp claws. The sound of breaking wind, the clashing of metal, followed by a roar, and a hissing sound like a corrosive liquid hitting a wall.

A little spark burst out and flickered between them, illuminating the faces of the golden boy who were very similar to the two very similar, but equally expressionless.

All the movement came and went quickly, and before the lights came on, the whole space returned to its previous calm, and then the lights came on, illuminating the blood still steaming on the walls, and several strangely shaped Deadpools around them.

Using a knife to pick up a severed wing, Yuan Zhisheng looked up, and there were scratches on the cement wall of the ceiling.

These Deadpools, who were already incomparably similar to dragons in appearance, hid on them, silently, waiting for them to step in.

They couldn't count how many of them there were, but if it was the Executive Board they were bringing in, they would have been wiped out.

The source girl kicked away the dragon-shaped Deadpool in front of her, and the blazing golden boy looked into the impenetrable darkness, and said coldly: "Dragon-shaped Deadpool, such a thing is indeed rare, but if it's just like this, it can't stop us." ”

"Bang Bang!" There was a burst of applause, and a man dressed in a dark gray kimono and wearing a mask of the Noh Shogun walked to the top of a high platform in front of a pillar.

Wang Jiang, the reason why the ghosts were able to fight against the eight families of Sheqi. Now it seems that he is just the result of his use of the two identities of Tachibana Masamune and the king general.

Behind him were several dragon-shaped Deadpools, who were indistinguishable from dragons in ancient mythology, and they didn't dare to cross his shoulders as if they were facing a king.

Gen Zhisheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and Tachibana Masamune's body was shattered and inhuman, and it was very likely that he was no longer humanoid now.

And his other identity, Wang Jiang...... Yuan Zhinu moved suddenly, and the cherry red long knife pulled out an unusually magnificent red line in the dark, and the whole person fell gently like a ghost to Wang Jiang's side.

The dragon-shaped Deadpool spread its wings and roared, and then the hideous head was thrown high, along with the king's head.

The headless corpses of the king general and the dragon-shaped Deadpool convulsed and fell, and the Yuan Zhinu wiped the blood that fell on the corners of her mouth, and her entire lips were dyed red, which was extraordinary.

He killed the general again, but if nothing else, he was soon standing in front of him again. And this time, he didn't wait for the other party to find him and say hello leisurely, he wanted to see in front of the corpse of the king general who had terrified him in the past, how he had completed this resurrection magic.

"Bang Bang!" There was another burst of applause, and Wang Jiang stood on the high platform in front of another pillar and looked at Yuan Zhinu with applause: "Yes, you are really getting stronger and stronger." ”

"But that's not enough." He put down his hands and behaved like a respected teacher,

"I won't die until I finish the medicine I gave you, drain all the valuable people, and evolve into a real dragon......" Blood splattered high, staining nearby light bulbs red, covering the entire space with a layer of red filters like hell.

Another ghost-like figure swept by, and Yuan Zhisheng silently put away the knife, grabbed the head of the king general's fall, grabbed the mask on it with one hand, and lifted it vigorously.

The gray scales on his face were arranged in a mess, and a pair of golden boys who seemed to be immortal were gradually darkening.

Under the mask is not a person, but a Deadpool who still maintains his human form. Its frontal bone seemed to have been opened, and the blue-gray brain tissue inside was still beating, and a part of it was unusually missing.

Gen Zhisheng expressionlessly threw the head of this Deadpool to Gen Zhi, and Gen Zhisheng looked down at Deadpool's distorted face, but could still see that it was a young Japanese man's face fell silent.

"Hehe......" he chuckled under his breath, the laughter echoing through the empty cistern, looking unusually eerie.

"This is the truth of immortal magic...... he muttered as he raised his head with his long knife and looked at the gray ceiling with golden eyes,

"How can we keep the king from being killed? It's very simple, you can do without a king. How can a person who does not exist be killed? "There is no such thing as a powerful immortal, and Wang Jiang and Tachibana Masamune are also two people, but one is a manipulated character and the other is a player with a gamepad.

And they were also played with.

"Papapa......" There was another round of applause, and the third king general walked out. Then the applause rang out one after another, the fourth, the fifth...... I don't know how many kings will walk out together.

They had the same masks and clothes, and they acted in unison, using the same tone and saying the same thing.

The kings stood in front of them, like shadows reflected in countless mirrors, facing them with their strange masks, as if mocking.

Then, the head of one of the kings disappeared again. Huge shadows swept quickly from the ceiling, and the heads of the generals exploded, and their bodies fell weakly from the high platform, and the blood was stained with red and dirty water, becoming even more foul-smelling.

Yuan Zhisheng and Yuan Zhinu stood together again, quietly watching the monster that suddenly appeared preying on the king general.

The monster moved so fast that with their eyes they didn't even see his true face or perceive its approach.

Seemingly uninterested in the two people who were still alive, the monster was biting at the bodies of many kings, and its severed limbs kept falling into the filthy stagnant water below, just like the group of ghosts outside who had been reduced to food.

"When I finished my meal, you became a lot more polite, and you really deserved to be my good boy." Hoarse and not like a human voice, the monster held its head high, its ugly gray-white scales lined up in a mess, and its eyes like lights made the entire cistern seem to light up a lot.

Then he poked out another head, followed by a third, then a fourth. Just like the king general did magic just now, a whole eight heads were placed in front of Yuan Zhisheng and them.

Sixteen eyes emitted a golden and red light that they did not dare to look at, staring at them intensely.

"I'm sorry, but our father wasn't an eight-headed monster. Also, this ugly look really suits you. Yuan Zhisheng said silently, the golden light in his eyes bloomed with a strong light, and then he was gradually overshadowed by the other party.

"You can even use yourself as food, you're disgusting." Red gradually appeared under her eyes, and there seemed to be flowers blooming among the golden children of the source girl.

Yaqi Orochi, both of them subconsciously took a deep breath. They all heard Chu Zihang and Caesar talk about what happened in the sea, and through the playback of EVA, they saw the true face of the god that they didn't know - the Yaqi Snake.

But compared to the existence of beauty and weirdness, frightening and desirable, I don't know if Helzog, who is a juvenile at the moment, is really ugly.

The gray scales were arranged like the bones of a dead man, and the tail of a snake and a lizard was full of filth, and there was no beauty at all.

The eight were so alienated that they couldn't tell what kind of creature they looked like with different expressions on their faces, crying, laughing, and angry, but the only thing they had the same was that they were very ugly.