Chapter 173 It’s all the ghosts’ fault

He casually settled Caesar and Chu Zihang, and left someone to send Akechi Asuya for treatment. Gen Chisei, who was not injured except for being a little tired, took Sakura and drove straight down in the elevator.

Arriving at the Iron Dome Temple, the elevator door opened to reveal Crow and Yaksha waiting outside, as well as traces left by the last time the invaders used King Flame to bomb the head of the Inuyama family.

Crow and Yaksha brought Yuan Zhisheng to an unknown elevator. A team of fully armed guards was guarding outside. From the marks on their bodies, it was clear that they had just been through a fierce battle.

After confirming that no one or anything was entering or leaving, Gen Chisei led his three retainers downstairs and came to a corridor covered with stagnant water and mucus.

Smelling the familiar fishy stench, Gen Chisei knew without a doubt that this was the secret base where Masamune Tachibana raised Deadpool.

"We chased the invader, but he was too fast to catch up, and then we found this place," said Crow.

In fact, the task assigned to them by Genjiro at the beginning was to find the Deadpool breeding base of the patriarch Tachibana Masamune.

After all, this building was named after Yuan Zhisheng's surname. It would have been fine if he didn't know it before, but now that he knows there is a big mine buried in the building, he must find out its power and killing range no matter what.

If possible, try to eliminate it.

Unfortunately, before Crow and Yaksha determined the location of the big thunder, it exploded first.

If these two people had not been lucky enough to encounter the invader who detonated the mine, they might not have been able to bring him to the Deadpool breeding base alive.

The four of them walked through the corridor full of puddles and mucus with their slightly debonded leather shoes, and arrived in front of a rusty iron door.

"Young master, the things here are much more shocking than those before." Yaksha grabbed the iron gate and looked back at Yuan Zhisheng, reminding him that the door to a new world was about to open.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Yuan Zhisheng was mentally prepared.

So Yaksha pushed the door open.

The moment the door opened, a strong fishy smell hit me in the face and went straight into my nose, making me feel nauseous.

If you sniff carefully, you can smell a clear smell of blood mixed with the smell of rust.

Yuan Zhisheng did not cover his nose. He just looked at the scene inside with a gloomy face. A tingling and trembling feeling from the soul spread to every part of his limbs.

Behind the door was a room filled with "torture instruments". Next to the rusty iron operating table, a row of knives were neatly arranged, flashing with cold light and extremely sharp.

Several iron hooks hung from the ceiling above his head, swaying slightly without wind and making creaking sounds, as if there were monster corpses several meters long hanging on the hooks.

Not far away, a gear machine for cutting bones stood quietly, with some dark red stains remaining on the gears. Mottled bloodstains had long since dried up and were densely distributed on the ground, like a distorted map, recording the brutal killings that had taken place here.

Yuan Zhisheng could even imagine such a scene in his mind.

The man who was like a father to him, the man who was revered by all members of the Sheqi Eight Families.

In this deserted slaughterhouse, he hummed a little tune leisurely while locking Deadpool, who had already lost the ability to resist, firmly on the operating table.

He picked up a sharp knife and ruthlessly cut open her bulging abdomen, carefully taking out the unborn Deadpool fetus and properly storing it as some kind of precious raw material.

Afterwards, he would roughly hang the useless mother's body on an iron hook, transport it to the cutting machine, dismember it, and put it back into the water storage tank behind the slaughterhouse, making it the most suitable nutrient for the growth of those Deadpool fetuses.

In shock, he stepped forward and looked around at the ominous bloody slaughterhouse. His heart continued to sink to the bottom of the abyss.

The water on the ground seeped in along the cracked glue. Suddenly he stepped on something, and the faint cry of a baby was heard in the dead silence of the slaughterhouse.

Looking down, I saw a creature shaped like a baby snake twitching under my feet. Its petite body had just grown white scales, but it already had sharp bony claws and ferocious muscles.

At this moment, the sharp claws were unconsciously pulling at the leather shoes, and the long tail was weakly whipping the shoe surface. It was obvious that the young Deadpool fetus was already dying.

“Puff!”

With a flash of the knife, Spider-Cut suddenly came out of its sheath, penetrated the slightly opened little mouth that made a crying sound, and pierced the head of the Deadpool fetus.

"puff!"

"laugh!"

"puff!"

"laugh!"

With a wave of his knife, Yuan Zhisheng killed one Deadpool fetus after another with an expressionless face, with a heavy sense of low pressure lingering around him.

Crow and Yaksha watched their young master approach the water tank from behind, not knowing whether to persuade him or retreat. To be honest, they were so scared when they first saw those things at the bottom of the water tank that they almost couldn't help vomiting.

Yuan Zhisheng said nothing, just stared.

Even though the bones and rotting organic matter at the bottom of the tank made him frown, he still didn't look away.

Crow pinched his nose and introduced to him the species here, various cattle, sheep, fish, and even the Deadpools who killed each other.

Yuan Zhisheng nodded and continued to search for something in the smelly pile of corpses.

Although he didn't say it, Sakura and Crow both knew what he was looking for.

Soon, Yuan Zhisheng saw a piece of bone that was completely inconsistent with Deadpool's skeletal structure. His heart, which had been sinking, finally fell to the bottom, making a dull low sound.

Staring at the half remaining skull, Yuan Zhisheng clenched his fists.

If Deadpool's food was just ordinary livestock, he could still find reasons to comfort himself. Mr. Masamune still has a bottom line.

But now, he couldn't find any reason to excuse the other party.

He is loyal to justice and longs to be a friend of justice. However, due to his background, he can only walk in darkness, so he convinces himself that he should work hard for the light and protect justice in an underworld way.

But now, the heavy reality gave him a hard blow.

At this moment, he seemed to hear Aihara Ryu's voice in his ears: "Asshole, look at what you have protected. Didn't you protect nothing?!"

“Tap tap tap—”

There were footsteps coming from behind. Crow and Yasha turned around and looked. Soon the alertness in their eyes turned into a slightly strange respect. The two of them and Sakura saluted the old man in the black kimono and said, "Head of the family."

The gray-haired old man in kimono waved his hand, signaling the three to step aside for the time being and leave some private space.

Sakura glanced at Gen Chisei and saw him nod with his back turned, then she and Crow Yasha left the corridor and closed the rusty iron door.

In the silent slaughterhouse, the incandescent lights flickered faintly, leaving a pair of men who were as close as father and son standing in front and behind.

Although we were in the same room, we seemed very far away from each other.

Tachibana Masamune looked at the lonely figure and felt a little annoyed.

As the leader of the largest criminal gang in Japan, all the underworld gangs follow his lead and all of his subordinates have special skills.

Ignoring the facts, one could even overthrow the rule of the Japanese government, throw those artificially idiots who marry their close relatives into the pigsty and live in the Imperial Palace himself.

But even such a powerful gang leader is now in trouble because of a few petty thieves.

Not only was the head of the Uesugi family, whom he regarded as his daughter, abducted, but even the fact that he kept Deadpool was exposed to the head of the Minamoto family, with whom he was like a father to her.

After much difficulty, they found a reason to fool the people, but just two days later, the little-known Deadpool breeding base hidden under the Genji Heavy Industries site was blown up.

The Deadpool, who was raised by him with cows, sheep, and horses, escaped from the cage and almost turned Genji Heavy Industries into a purgatory of flesh and blood.

Although the floor he was on was too safe for Deadpool to rush up, the shady things he had done in secret could no longer be hidden this time.

There were heavy casualties among family members, and someone must take the blame.

Although according to his plan, this place will definitely be exposed in the future, and he will be personally responsible for the crime.

But it is too early to be exposed now, and the corresponding preparations have not been fully implemented.

If he were to lose his position as patriarch now because of serious dereliction of duty, the possibility of failure of his plan to create a god would increase exponentially.

Fortunately, the situation is not hopeless.

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Not many people knew about this. When the incident happened, he asked Kaguya to block some of the information. Most of the people who stayed in Genji Heavy Industries thought that these things were secretly released by the enemy.

The only ones who knew the truth were Minamoto Chisei and a few of his followers. The guard communication channels outside had been taken over by Kaguya-hime, ensuring that no news that was detrimental to the unity of the Snake Eight Families could be heard.

As long as he could deceive Minamoto no Chisei with excuses like family justice and eliminating the curse and ask them not to tell the truth, he could claim that there was a traitor in the Maruyama Construction Works that built the Genji Heavy Industries Building and left a secret passage when building the building.

And everything is a conspiracy of the Ghost Clan! Those crazy people did everything they could to overthrow the Eight Snake Clan, kidnapping the headquarters commissioner, breeding deadpools, and attacking Genji Heavy Industries...

Tachibana Masamune was thinking about a series of changes to his subsequent plans, but his face remained calm. Only his voice was a little heavy: "Chisheng, I'm sorry."

The best way to deal with Yuan Zhisheng is not to play the emotional card, but justice and responsibility.

This is a killer who can stab his own brother to death for the sake of justice and duty.

Tachibana Masamune can be sure of his position in Minamoto no Chisei's heart, and can be compared with Minamoto no Chijo.

But if you want to surpass it, it may be a bit difficult.

What is more lethal than the white moonlight is the dead white moonlight.

And a living person can never be better than a dead person.

The love and guilt for his brother repeatedly settled and fermented in his heart, and the emotions that finally brewed were so heavy that even Tachibana Masamune did not dare to say that he had overcome them easily.

However, to his surprise, Yuan Zhisheng did not show any emotions such as anger or questioning.

"No, it's not your fault."

The young man in black clothes and black hair turned around, his eyes as calm as water, like a deep ancient spring.

Looking at those eyes, for a moment Tachibana Masamune even thought that the person standing in front of him was not Gen Chisei, but the delicate and cute little red-haired miko who looked like a doll.

The incandescent lamps flickered unsteadily, and one of them suddenly went out as if there was a problem with the circuit, and a layer of light and dark division suddenly appeared in the room.

The smell of rust and blood mixed with the stench and filled the air.

Yuan Zhisheng stood on the boundary of light, half of his body was hidden in the darkness, the dark shadow of the iron hook was reflected on his face, the sharp hook was like a hideous tattoo, leaving an indelible mark on his face.

Tachibana Masamune stood in the light, half of his face hidden in the edge where the light could not reach, his old eyes flickering with an unsteady light. One step forward, there was the cold and eerie projection of the gear cutting machine.

"This is all the fault of those invaders."

Yuan Zhisheng's words were as cold as a knife, and his eyes were filled with evil:

“They seem to have noticed that something is wrong with Eri’s body, and they came here to find a way to alleviate her physical deterioration.

I don't know why they chose to detonate your base, but now is not the time to think about it, we must rescue Eri as soon as possible!"

The two looked at each other from a distance.

Tachibana Masamune saw the determination to do whatever it takes in Minamoto no Chisei's eyes.

Gen Chisei saw in Tachibana Masamune's eyes the deep thought of considering the overall situation.

"I'll trouble you to finish the matter here. I'm worried about Eri, and I will do my best to find her whereabouts."

Under Yuan Zhisheng's messy bangs, a pair of evil pupils reflected the old man's not-so-tall figure.

Batman's message from last night appeared in front of my eyes, and warm scenes that were difficult to realize in dreams emerged in my mind.

He walked forward slowly, his tall and lonely figure passing through the lights, passing by the old man:

"I only have two relatives now, and nothing can happen to me anymore."

With a creaky sound, the iron door was pushed open. The heavy footsteps gradually faded away and finally disappeared after the door closed again.

Tachibana Masamune stood there, looking at his completely destroyed efforts, and finally his gaze fell on the Deadpool fetuses with pierced heads on the ground, and he sighed slightly.

It seems that the death of the young girl left an indelible shadow on Zhisheng, so much so that he chose to cover up for her in such an extraordinary situation rather than kill her for the sake of justice.

After sighing, he lowered his eyes slightly, lowered his bearded chin, but raised the corners of his mouth slightly, creating a circle of wrinkles on his old face.

Idealists can often be intimidating, especially when they have the power to match their ideals.

But at this moment, this idealist has been blunted by emotions, and his beliefs and principles are no longer firm.

Fortunately, it is not too late for me to contact him. I can still write my own characters on that white paper and let him grow in the direction I need.

The death of the little girl seemed to have eliminated his only weakness, but in fact it created a wound that could never be healed.

Just the slightest touch can cause excruciating pain.

As time goes by, this pain will turn into endless sorrow and spread in his heart.

It eventually turned into a fatal flaw.

With a light chuckle, he walked to the darkness where Yuan Zhisheng was just now, and looked with a little regret at the completely destroyed water storage tank and the second-generation Deadpools on the ground who had not yet grown up.

“What a pity.”

(End of this chapter)