A narrow and dark alley in Tokyo.

"Fack, that damn bastard of Dodd dares to calculate me! When I leave this damned country, I will have to pay the debt with blood! ”

In the neon country across the ocean, Walton, as a Western upper-class, should have enjoyed all kinds of luxurious services and people's respectful eyes, but all this was shattered by his fellow countryman Dodd himself.

Buying his own men, intercepting goods and embezzling property, and even secretly arranging assassination in order to bury them permanently!

Covering his bleeding abdomen, Walton's face turned pale, his eyes were hazy, and his consciousness gradually blurred, but he didn't dare to pass out.

Suddenly, a cool wind came from his ears, which made his head sober a lot. He struggled to open his eyes, only to find a blurry shadow standing in front of him.

"Want revenge?"

The tone of this sentence was flat, but there was a strange magic in it, and Walton felt that the demon in his heart had been hooked out, tempting him into the abyss.

"Who are you? Satan? His lips, shriveled by excessive blood loss, opened and closed unconsciously, and he spoke stiff neon language.

"You can't do anything when you're about to lose the source of your life, but I can give you the power of revenge, the power to sweep away everything......"

The fear of death and the thirst for revenge finally triumphed over the faith in God in his heart, and Walton tilted his head against the damp, cold wall, moaning feebly, "I need... Strength, give it to me! ”

"Yes, unleash your desires, and I'll give you the blood of the perfect creature to help you grow."

......

A blonde, blue-eyed Western gentleman with a gold-encrusted cane paced anxiously back and forth in the luxurious room, at this time he had no grace at all, and his brow furrowed as if he could never untie a knot.

Suddenly, he heard a commotion in the corridor outside, and there were vaguely excited voices, and he immediately smiled—the person who had arranged for it had finally returned.

In order to maintain his consistent image, he tidied up his clothes and wanted to clean up his gaffe.

Unfortunately, he couldn't.

A razor-sharp pale bone blade pierced through the rich solid wooden door and through his abdomen, blood running down the grooves on the blade's surface like tomato juice ready to be bottled.

The pain was so severe that he couldn't scream, and his arms fluttered wildly in the air to get rid of the blade.

"Dodd, taste the fear of being killed!" Pure Western accent English came out, and at the same time, the wooden door was shattered under the slash of another bone blade.

In the flying sawdust, the white muscles of his body appeared like a snake python swimming Walton, pulling out his bone blade and wriggling back into his arm.

Looking at Walton's hideous face, Dodd collapsed to the ground, and couldn't help but scream: "You, what have you been through?!" ”

"Go and ask God!"

In the brightly lit room, there was a shrill scream, followed by the creepy grinding of bones, like the gesture of a wild beast eating.

Standing on the rooftop, feeling Walton's tyrannical aura, Onimai Tsuji smiled with satisfaction, his gaze gradually deepened, and continued to extend, as if he was going to reach the end of the sky.

"Wait, I'll wash away this humiliation soon!"

......

After getting the daily records that he had made, Yahara looked through them directly in the research room of the Butterfly Ninja, and the impatient appearance made the latter feel a little helpless.

Realizing that it couldn't stop for a while, the butterfly couldn't help but roll her eyes, turned around and sat down, and continued to study the enhanced version of wisteria flower toxin.

"On the fourteenth day, Mr. Masaku was still afraid of the sun, his skin could not receive light, his mobility was no different from that of ordinary people, and he had no obvious characteristics of ghosts."

"On the fifty-seventh day, Mr. Masazo's food consumption was slightly reduced, and it is described that it was due to staying in the house for a long time, so he will arrange a night walk when he returns from the next mission."

The record with a slight self-described tone made Yehara feel like reading a diary, and it was inevitable that he was a little excited in his heart, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised.

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"On the eighty-fourth day, Mr. Masaku was very satisfied with the night activities and was in good spirits. However, in order to avoid suspicion, the members of the ghost killing team still have to take confidentiality measures. ”

The previous content did not make much progress, and the speed of the night plain was getting faster and faster, and suddenly, several obviously crooked handwriting appeared in his eyes.

"On the three hundred and first day, Mr. Zao's appetite dropped again, his mood became more and more irritable, and his face showed the characteristics of some ghosts, so he decided to put a tranquilizer mixed with wisteria flowers in his food."

Slipping again? Mixed wisteria flower tranquilizer? Yahara felt a little strange, wasn't Butterfly Shinobi afraid that the wisteria flower would directly endanger the life of the other creation?

"On the five hundred and fifteenth day, Mr. Zao returned to the state of a ghost again, and began to be interested in human flesh and blood, his forehead grew into ghost horns, and his nails became longer."

In the space of more than a year, he has changed from a human being who has not yet fully metamorphosed into a ghost, which also means the victory of the remaining innocent cells in his body.

Yahara thought thoughtfully about the content of the daily record, and always felt that something was wrong.

"Miss Butterfly, is Mr. Youzao's reaction to wisteria the same as other ghosts?"

"This... He didn't seem to resist the taste, and even asked Yae to bring a few wisteria tweeds on a few occasions" Sober up from the state of immersion in research, Butterfly Shinobu stretched out without hesitation and said lazily.

Can weakened non-miserable cells and a trace amount of wisteria flowers be cultivated for a long time?

The transformation of Wuwei that I have been accustomed to in the past two years, coupled with the recent outpouring of special cases, has a flash of inspiration, and the night plain has the illusion that a long-dormant volcano has finally erupted.

The results of the multi-day study have finally arrived!

"Miss Butterfly, is there a relatively hidden place here, I want to experiment with some ideas?" Yahara's excited voice was trembling, his eyes were twinkling, and his face was full of eager smiles.

Butterfly ninja pursed her lips and chuckled, "Yes." ”

......

Even with a few candles, the basement was still extremely dim, filled with an oppressive and terrifying atmosphere.

At this time, how could Ye Yuan manage so much, calm down a little, make the chaotic heart calm again, and only look at Yumi when his heart is like water.

After thinking for a moment, he took out the Yapa Feather that had become a four-legged beast and threw it to the ground, looking at the ghost who had lost its language system and howled unconsciously only by instinct, and Yahara had no waves.

Taking out the long knife that almost melted into the darkness, the moment he held it, he felt the dissatisfaction from the giant beast inside, as if he was scolding him, the master, for not providing fresh food for a long time.

I want to find it too, but what can satisfy your appetite in this broken place, Yahara complained silently.

Even the Onimai Tsuji doesn't eat it, can you still imagine that it eats grass?

Slowly piercing into Yapaha's shoulder blades, Yahara's eyes were cold and quiet, and he shouted softly in his heart:

"Transform without doing anything!"