If you want to find the most cyberpunk place on earth.

Probably except for Hongkong, it is Fusang.

As night falls, a large number of neon lights dot the night sky, and a faint cloud of smoke fills the air.

The entire city of Kyoto is filled with a psychedelic feel that is unique to cyberpunk.

In a country where the population is aging and young people are lying flat to marry inflatable dolls, the polarization of cyberpunk is already showing a little bit.

High society people can enjoy all the services of Fuso's top in the sky.

As for the people at the bottom?

Some don't even have a place to live, so they can only live like rats in the sewers.

Some of them are most often found in dark, damp alleys.

Because only here, there is no bullying and the struggle for survival.

And it was in such an alley that a strong figure leaned weakly against the cold wall.

The figure had two famous knives, one long and one short, hanging from his waist.

However, both his famous knife and his body were covered with dark red cracks like charcoal.

The hot blood flowed out continuously, and soon formed a pool of steaming blood under him.

"Ahem, ahem... Worthy of a god? ”

"Just a piece of will almost shattered my flesh."

In the dark and damp alley, Miyamoto Kawa muttered weakly to himself.

The Wind Sword is online!

Going online is residual blood, even near death!

And the reason why Qin Ran chose to appear here was mainly because he found something interesting.

"If you can put it to good use, the plan can go smoothly."

"It all depends on whether this little guy who has been chosen by God has the kind of virtue I expect in his heart."

Qin Ran chuckled lightly in his heart, and then his life breath became weaker and weaker.

Even if it is as strong as Miyamoto River, under the power of Amaterasu, he fainted in this dim alley.

"Brother, that person doesn't move."

"We... Do you want to save him? ”

"If he continues to bleed, he'll probably die here."

Just a moment after Miyamoto Kawa completely lost consciousness, the manhole cover of the sewer was carefully pushed open by a pair of small hands.

A little girl with a ponytail looked at Miyamoto Chuan timidly and distressed with black eyes.

"No way!"

"He... He's going to get us in trouble! ”

"Now those people are looking for us everywhere, and we can hide here to be safe."

"But if this person causes us trouble, the whole of Kyoto will not be able to tolerate us at all."

"The two of us are penniless, and we can't escape the pursuit of those people."

Before the little girl's words fell, a cold male voice suddenly sounded.

Although the voice pretended to be indifferent, the immaturity in it could not be concealed.

Even in addition to being immature, there was a bit of hesitation and hesitation in his voice.

"But brother... He didn't seem to be one of those people. ”

"Those people were either wearing suits or had all kinds of tattoos on them."

"This... Uncle? ”

"This uncle seems to be a samurai!"

Although the brother scolded herself, the little girl did not have any fear, but was a little bolder.

In Rouzi's heart, where her brother is, it is the safest place.

No matter what happens, my brother will protect himself.

Even if it was the organization that resold children and organs, didn't my brother escape with himself?

"Samurai ......"

"There are no samurai, they are all a bunch of liars."

"Rouzi, come back quickly, just hide here, I'll deal with that person."

The boy's tone was still tough, and he pulled Yuko into the sewer without question.

Yukiko smiled sweetly and obediently returned to the sewers.

A moment later, a boy of about sixteen or seventeen years old crept up cautiously.

Under the cover of night, the young man quietly came to Miyamoto's side, and said to himself dissatisfiedly:

"That is, it was seen by Rouzi, otherwise I wouldn't care about you."

"What a troublesome guy..."

"Nani?"

"How could this guy be so badly injured?"

The boy's muttering didn't last long, and after seeing Miyamoto's injury, the young face was already full of horror.

"Did you escape from the crematorium?"

Looking at Miyamoto River, who was scorched all over his body and had flesh and blood cracks in the scorched black, the young man couldn't help but gasp.

This is what it took to have such a scar.

And... Not dead yet?

After being shocked for a while, the young man reacted, and his tone unconsciously softened a lot:

"Okay, this samurai uncle."

"I don't know who you are, but it's clear that you won't survive."

"Although I am not a good person, since I have seen you, I will not let you be in the wilderness."

The boy glanced back at the sewer, lowered his voice, and said:

"Yukiko, I'll go and send Uncle Samurai to the hospital gate."

"Be careful yourself, don't make any noise until I come back."

"Got it, brother."

Yukiko's voice sounded softly.

The young man bowed slightly, and with a somewhat thin body, he carried Miyamoto River with difficulty.

"Shhhh It's so hot! ”

"That's the temperature of hot water, isn't it?"

As soon as he picked up Miyamoto River, the boy felt a wave of heat hit him, and his whole body was in severe pain.

However, thinking of his promise to let his uncle settle in the ground, the boy gritted his teeth and endured the pain and walked towards the park not far away.

He lied to his sister.

There is no hospital nearby at all, and it is impossible for an uncle to survive such an injury.

But he didn't want Yuko to know about life and death.

Such deception is the best option.

Stomp ......

Stumbling into the foul-smelling ditch, the boy clenched his teeth and gradually disappeared into the night.

The blood of the transcendent was drenched all the way.

Half an hour later, in a nearby abandoned park, the boy sat on his knees, scraping the grass with a sharp stone.

A pit the size of a man was gradually dug out by the teenager.

It wasn't until the boy was exhausted that the grave was enough to bury people that it was dug up.

"Whew... It's finally good. ”

"Uncle is also angry... Then dust to dust here. ”

"I don't know who you are or what you've been through, but I still have to say it."

"Goodbye, uncle."

With a serious face, the young man buried the Miyamoto River in a deep pit and leveled the earthwork.

It wasn't until all this was done that the boy hurriedly prepared to leave here after bowing.

But before the young man could take a few steps, a playful figure made him cold:

"Boy, I got you."