Yuexikong sat quietly in the study at home, meticulously painting a picture.

The subject of the painting is a weeping young girl, dressed in a white wedding dress, her hands stretched up and closed, and the holy light reflects her body from behind her, looking like an angel of compassion for the world.

The angel hung her head, her face full of pain and sorrow, and two streaks of blood slipped from the corners of her eyes, slid down her cheeks, and dripped onto the white wedding dress.

Light tones dominate the main part of the painting, but not all, on her left and right, and even in the lower part of the picture, which is facing her, is dominated by rich dark tones.

Red-skinned demons opened their mouths and bared their striking fangs, roaring in anger as they waved their claws. However, the strange thing is that their huge bodies are wearing black suits, the suits are stretched out in a strange shape, and there are many spikes piercing the suits through the body.

A black demon stands in front of the white angel, looking of great status, and alone occupies a large number of pages.

He held a withered heart in his hand and bowed his head to kiss it, crimson magma flowing along his cracked skin, withered flowers surrounding it, full of silent sorrow.

Yuexi waved his paintbrush uncontrollably, and the thick ink and color of the brush were sprinkled on the canvas by him, but he squinted and didn't look at it, just hummed a small song in his mouth.

"Who gave me blood? Who casts my flesh and bones? that I may come into the world with these six roots. Tactfully paved up, trying to earn, with the figure. But they are always harmed by it, they fall for no reason, they are caught up with their troubles, and they fall into the cause and effect of the endless days. ”

Flocks of crows circled and rose and fell in the sky, sometimes flying away and sometimes back, and they told him everything they saw.

Until another picture appeared in front of Yuexikong's eyes, the brush suddenly stopped, and he looked at the messy picture in front of him.

The chaotic brushstrokes smeared the work that was almost complete, with angels and demons in chaos, light and shadow intertwined, as casually as a neurotic grasping the brush of creation.

There are piles of paintings scattered on the ground, and these works have only one theme: hell.

He suddenly got up and knocked the easel to the ground, but he didn't care, turned around and picked up the two paintings hanging on the wall.

One is a luxurious and beautiful woman, and the other is a demon knife standing on the sea of corpses and blood.

"Painted Skin" and "Demon Knife".

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Arakawa-ku, Nakazumi Street.

There are no high-rise buildings, and the buildings on both sides of this street are two- or three-story wooden buildings, with cornices and tiles, and wooden grilles, and it is like going back to the Edo period, only the electronic signs and red electronic lanterns that pull it back to this era.

Rows of low-rise houses are scattered on both sides, and power lines are coiled over the street.

There are not many pedestrians on the streets, but if a stranger passes by, you may be surprised to find that most of these pedestrians are men, and a few women are also hugged tightly by their sides, and their posture is charming.

This is a street under the control of the Nakago Group, and the street is operated by their industry, and at the end of the road is the headquarters of the Nakago Group.

Pot-bellied men wandered around the area with indecent smiles, and occasionally one lifted the curtain of a certain shop to enter, and everything was as usual.

But today, there is a different landscape on this street.

"Da! Da! ”

Heavy clogs fall on the stone path that mimics Yoshiwara, and the collision produces a crisp sound that attracts curious eyes.

This is a woman, a woman of suffocating beauty, with a flawless face, and a look like a noble princess, proud and luxurious.

She was dressed in a splendid twelve, and the heavy garment was dragged to the ground, allowing the expensive fabric to come into close contact with the ground, and she was like the most noble Chinese lady, proud and unsightly.

But her makeup is rebellious, her long black hair is tied up casually, fluttering in the wind, and the corners of her eyes are painted with crimson eyeshadow, adding a heroic touch to her femininity, she is a pampered adolescent girl, proud and rebellious.

The woman wearing the precious twelve orders shuttles between the ancient buildings imitating Yoshihara, and the trance makes people feel like they are traveling through time.

She walked through the street with the clatter of clogs, staring straight ahead, not giving the maggots on either side even a little bit of light.

But so people take it for granted.

They made way for her, just as the commoners in ancient times consciously made way for the Chinese lady, unconsciously giving way to both sides of the road.

Even those men who were full of sperm did not dare to come forward, not to mention the background behind such a beautiful face, with the clothes on her body, I am afraid that they would be able to bankrupt their families, and no one has yet had the consciousness to cut off their lives for the sake of a momentary tongue.

The woman pushed open a door and disappeared into the end of the street with clogs.

This is the stronghold of the Zhongxiang Group, and the two housemates stand on both sides of the gate, staring intently at the woman who is walking towards them, and can't help but swallow their saliva.

The woman ignored them completely, and walked inside.

"Stop!"

Anyway, the two housemates still remembered their duties, and hurriedly spoke out to stop them, intentionally or unintentionally reaching out to the woman's chest to stop them.

"You ......"

The woman flicked her sleeves, and a blood-red knife slipped into her palm.

With a slash of the knife, the unfinished words of the two Ruo brothers will remain in their mouths forever.

Blood splattered, and two half-missing heads gradually descended from the other half, accelerated, and then fell to the ground, along with two corpses.

"Plop!"

Two landing sounds sounded, and the woman walked inside with a knife, and the eight folded skirts that mopped the floor dragged over the two corpses, dragging two bloody paths on the ground.

A man opened the door and looked at her in amazement, and before he could say anything, the demon knife had already cut through his waistline, breaking him in two and falling.

She walked all the way inside, slashing at every door she saw, giving them more than a dozen more corpses before they could react.

The demon knife is red and demonic, obviously slashing so many people, but there is not the slightest trace of blood left on the blade, but its blood-colored blade is flowing like blood.

The Zhongxiang group had already reacted, and the remaining dozens of people gathered together tremblingly, holding knives and guns at this woman, only in this way could they forcibly ignore the river of blood on the ground, and only then could they have a little courage not to escape.

"You ......"

The man in the center mustered up his courage and trembled as he spoke to her.

The woman's face was still indifferent, and she rushed forward and appeared in front of them in an instant, with a simple swing of the knife, the blood line flashed, and dozens of two-stage corpses fell to the ground.

Standing on the sea of blood, the woman waved her sleeves slightly, and her five clothes flew one after another.

Scrolls of pictures flew out of their sleeves and spread out on the ground.

"Go, declare your existence to the world."