Chapter 203: What era is it now? Are we still using knives to slay ghosts?
Turning on all the headlights of the Hummer, Yuan Zhisheng took a shovel and started digging in a vacant lot southwest of the school gate.
The stars were dim, the moonlight was silent, and the only sound was the sound of a shovel constantly lifting up loose soil.
Although he was already one of the most powerful men in the Japanese underworld, Gen Chisei still had the experience he gained from farming in his early years, and he quickly dug a pit about half a meter deep.
There was no treasure in the pit, only a dry well.
The round cast iron manhole cover was rusted and locked with a heavy iron chain. After years of erosion by moisture and decay, the old-fashioned padlock had rusted into a piece of scrap iron.
After confirming the pattern, it was still the same lock. Everything in front of me was exactly the same as before.
He drew his knife to break the lock and pulled the heavy iron chain apart. The cast iron manhole cover was also lifted aside, revealing the dark dry well below.
An extremely strong stench and pungent smell hit him in the face, but Yuan Zhisheng took out a tactical flashlight without changing his expression.
A strong light of one thousand lumens pierced through the four or five meters deep darkness like a sharp sword. Yuan Zhisheng stood beside the wastewater well, staring down.
At the bottom of the well was stagnant water that had been deposited for who knows how many years, and on the surface of the water floated a thick layer of fuel, like some kind of sticky black grease.
On the water, the red hunting robe was propped up by a wooden stick, like a headless ghost, floating there quietly.
The water surface reflected the light, and Yuan Zhisheng's face was particularly cold, with no extra emotion on his face.
My hand habitually reached into my pocket, and my fingertips touched the empty cigarette box. Only then did I realize that I had finished smoking the cigarettes I brought on the way here.
In his pocket, the only thing left was the Cohiba cigar given to him by the top Italian playboy.
During dinner that night, the guy made some indiscriminate attacks on all male compatriots - cigarettes are smoked by women, and real men should smoke cigars.
He pulled out a beautifully wrapped cigar, flicked off the cigarette butt with a slight force of his fingers, and the Zippo lighter lit up a clear flame, reflecting his stern profile.
He lit the cigar and took a deep breath as usual. The extremely strong smell of nicotine instantly rushed to his head. Yuan Zhisheng coughed a few times in embarrassment, puffing out smoke while complaining:
“Who on earth is smoking this kind of thing?”
Although he said this, he still did not throw away the difficult-to-smoke thing. Instead, he threw the still burning Zippo lighter into the wastewater well.
"boom--"
The moment the lighter fell into the water, the flame ignited the fuel on the water surface, and the wastewater well instantly turned into a burning well of purgatory.
The red hunting robe quickly turned to ashes in the flames, and the rising flames rushed out of the well, carrying the embers, like the unspoken question of the young man who had died tragically at the hands of his brother in the past.
However, Yuan Zhisheng had already turned around, biting a cigar, coughing and smoking, his eyes slightly red from the thick smoke.
The cigar is strong, but the memories are even stronger.
It's like aged liquor. After one sip, it burns your throat, but you can't help but want to take another sip.
Yuan Zhisheng knew that this was Yuan Zhinu's response to the fact that he had thrown her into a dry well and set fire to her precious "collection".
But he committed thirteen murders in a row during those three months, and in the end he killed someone in public right in front of him. He also pulled out an innocent girl to block the fatal knife for him. How could Yuan Zhisheng equate him with his well-behaved and sensible younger brother?
That night, both brothers killed someone.
The younger brother kissed the most beautiful witch and cut her throat with a blade hidden in his mouth.
His movements were as gentle as if he was kissing a flower, but his eyes were filled with a heart-pounding indifference and joy.
The brother swung his knife to kill the Deadpool who was hunting the girl, but accidentally cut the terrified girl in half.
His sword flashed like lightning, but it couldn't cut off the regret and pain of that moment.
That night, two people's hearts were broken at the same time.
After being put back together, the younger brother became a crazy avenger dominated by hatred, and the older brother became an executioner with countless blood on his hands.
Two hearts, two people, are like paper burned by fire. Although they can still be pieced together into shape, they can never be restored to their original state.
Now, after receiving the reunion gift from his younger brother, Yuan Zhisheng seemed to have returned to the age when his beliefs were the strongest.
The guy who thought he was righteous and killed many people in the name of justice.
That guy who was incredibly naive, but also made him envious and jealous.
It seems like I'm back.
"Oh, oh, oh, there are so many monsters.
Look behind you, there are slave beasts all over the street, to your left and right..."
Just like when he walked into the storage room full of corpses with fear and horror, Yuan Zhisheng sang "My Big Friend of Justice" in his heart.
He sang this song that year because he wanted to do the right thing, even if the person he had to kill was his own brother.
Now he sang this song because he wanted to do the right thing, even if the person he was wielding the knife against was...
“Boom boom boom—”
Suddenly, there was a roar of an engine coming from the direction of the mountain. The violent roar of the internal combustion engine strangled and shattered the silence of the deep mountains under the moon.
Yuan Zhisheng raised his head and looked into the darkness in the distance, his hand already on the hilt of the knife.
It seems that after so many years, you have become less lovable, girl.
It was clearly a reunion between brothers, yet they brought so many people.
Are you worried that I will do what I did before and stab you with a knife if we have a disagreement?
The emperor's super hearing allowed him to determine that there were definitely no less than twenty vehicles coming this way, and the momentum was so huge that it was even more intimidating than the grand appearance of Tachibana Masamune at the graduation ceremony.
It's a pity that this town has been deserted, otherwise those residents who once treated him coldly might feel the horror of being dominated by the underworld again.
Listening to the roar of the engine getting closer and the deafening music, Yuan Zhisheng turned off the tactical flashlight and walked slowly towards the Hummer.
In the distance, the fiercely roaring Ford Raptor was the first to rush through the torii gate of the Zhenkou Shrine and rushed towards the place where flames and black smoke were rising.
In the driver's seat, Gui Ma, a senior member of the Ghost Clan, controlled the Ford Raptor with one hand and gave orders on the intercom with the other hand:
"I repeat, the target is the head of the Minamoto family, the director of the Executive Bureau, Amaterasu Minamoto Chisei, who is in extreme danger!
Don't take any chances! Don't think about getting into a close fight! Don't think about catching him alive!
The moment you see the target, pull the trigger all the way down. If you stop before you run out of bullets, I'll shove your head into a beep!
Did you hear that clearly?!"
"OK!"
"clear!"
"no problem!"
"Kill those high-handed bastards and avenge our dead brothers!"
"For the sake of our dead brothers and Lord Dragon King, kill Yuan Zhisheng!"
One stone can cause a thousand ripples. Listening to his subordinates' energetic responses, Keima nodded with satisfaction.
Because Fei Che and Xiang Che, the two guys above him, kidnapped the commissioner of Kassel Academy, now the whole Osaka Castle is in chaos. All the territories that the Ghost Clan had snatched from the Eight Snake Families over the years were taken back within half a day, and even the instigators Fei Che and Xiang Che were arrested.
In order to retaliate against the Eight Snake Clans, Lord Dragon King dispatched these loyal followers to secretly enter Tokyo City with large quantities of arms, preparing to make a big move.
But not long after the plan began that evening, Lord Dragon King announced that the mission was temporarily put on hold and asked them to stay put.
And they didn't have to wait too long before the follow-up order from Lord Dragon King came - the plan had changed, and the assassination target had to be changed!
It turned out that the undercover agent lurking in the Eight Snake Families brought important information that the future Emperor Yuan Zhisheng of the Eight Snake Families actually went out alone in the middle of the night without even a bodyguard.
If they really were in the city, with the emperor's strength, their group might not be able to kill him in the first place. If they missed the first move, it would be difficult to have another chance to hunt him.
However, no one expected that the high and mighty Amaterasu would actually run to such a remote abandoned town alone. If the Dragon King had not investigated in advance and knew that there was no ambush here, Keima would have really thought that this was a trap set by the Snake Eight Families.
Oh, a man of high status should not sit in the hall, and he doesn't even understand this principle, yet he still wants to be the boss of the Japanese underworld?
Go to hell!
When Keima thought of what the Dragon King said about pulling down the high and mighty Amaterasu of the main family and using his flesh and blood as experimental material for evolutionary medicine to benefit all the fierce ghosts, he felt his heart pounding in his chest and his blood boiling in his veins like ignited gasoline. He was so high (it was so high) haha!
Sure enough, the emperor of the Eight Snake Clans was just a fake emperor, and the emperor of the Ghost Clan was the real emperor!
Only by following Lord Dragon King can we reach the true other shore!
Thinking of his bloodline being further purified, completely leaving the category of A-level and entering the S-level, replacing the speeding cars and luxury cars that have become captives and will never return, Gui Ma couldn't help but step on the accelerator again and directly increase the speed to the maximum!
The engine roared, and the Ford Raptor rushed towards the ruined town like a wild beast.
"Great Amaterasu, please use your flesh and blood to illuminate our future!"
Keima laughed loudly, his voice filled with an almost insane excitement. In order to kill Yuan Zhisheng, he had taken three doses of evolutionary medicine and was about to cross the critical blood limit.
If we fail in this battle, we will die!
The interior of the ruined town gradually became clear under the car lights. Black smoke and flames rose from the edge of the school. Keima picked up the intercom and shouted loudly:
"Everyone, prepare to fight!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the headlights of the Ford Raptor illuminated a solitary figure.
The man had his back to the Well of Fire, a cigar between his teeth. Amid the smoke, his handsome face was as cold as ice, and there was no fluctuation in his eyes, as if the nearby convoy of fierce ghosts was just a group of ants.
That was exactly the purpose of their trip—Yuan Zhisheng!
Keima's laughter stopped abruptly, replaced by a chill that penetrated deep into his bones.
As he stared in horror, Yuan Zhisheng pulled the trigger.
"boom--"
The RPG launcher on his shoulder let out a low roar, and the rocket, with a tail of flame, swooped down like an angry fire dragon.
"Bagayaloo!"
Gui Ma's pupils suddenly shrank, and he pushed open the car door without hesitation and tried to jump out to escape.
However, he forgot that there were too many traffic checks on the roads in Tokyo today. In order not to attract attention, he, who never wore a seat belt in Osaka, fastened his seat belt today!
So, he was pulled back by the seat belt halfway through the jump, and he had to watch the Ford Raptor and the RPG rocket kiss passionately!
"boom--!!!"
With a deafening explosion, flames shot up into the sky, and the Ford Raptor was torn into pieces in an instant!
Metal fragments flew everywhere, like prey being torn apart by a giant beast. Keima's body was completely engulfed in the explosion, without even a scream.
As soon as they met, the leader of this ghost mission was killed first, and his death was very sloppy and funny.
However, this group of fierce ghosts who had just taken the evolutionary drug did not care about this sudden situation at all. They were ghosts, not dragons, and there would be no situation where they were leaderless.
After all, before the king appeared and became the true leader of the ghosts, they had been wandering around like headless flies for thousands of years!
"Kill him! Avenge Lord Keima!" Someone shouted, and the convoy of the fierce ghosts instantly became boiling.
The vehicle ran over the fragments of the Ford Raptor and Keima like a mad beast and sped towards the direction of Yuan Zhisheng.
The car lights cast blinding beams of light in the darkness, and the roar of the engine was deafening, as if it was going to completely crush the lonely Yuan Zhisheng and the ruins.
Yuan Zhisheng stood where he was, looking at the oncoming convoy expressionlessly. There was no trace of panic in his eyes, but rather an almost cold calmness.
He flicked the cigar between his fingers, sending the ashes flying in the wind.
“BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM——!!!”
Another series of explosions sounded, and the bombs that Yuan Zhisheng had buried in advance exploded when the ghost convoy passed by.
The raging flames and shock waves tore the vehicles into pieces. Thick smoke and dust rose into the sky. The Ghost Clan's convoy was torn into pieces in the explosion, and the wreckage flew everywhere like dead leaves swept by a storm.
The smoke ash drifted away with the wind, Gen Chisei loaded the shells slowly, and the RPG on his shoulder roared again. At this moment, Amaterasu transformed into Izanami, the corpse god who hated humans, wielding a sickle to reap the lives of fallen demons.
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
Four rockets were fired, and Yuan Zhisheng painted a picture of hell in the ruined town of his hometown with flames and smoke.
At this moment, he finally understood why that bastard Sakura had to use Jun Yan every time he appeared.
Mindless bombing is really fun!
All the rockets were used up and all the mines were detonated, leaving only about thirty members of the Ghost Group who came to attack him.
These people are the lucky ones who fell behind and failed to rush to the front.
"Baka! Isn't it said that Amaterasu of the Snake Eight Clan prefers to end battles with a sword? Why does she carry an RPG and anti-tank mines with her?!"
“Despicable Snake Hachika, despicable Amaterasu! Die!”
The surviving members of the ghost group picked up their weapons and fired wildly at the smoke and dust. The bullets, along with their anger, poured out like a rainstorm, trying to completely tear apart the source of the hidden spirit behind them!
The violent gunfire lasted for more than two minutes. Thirty fierce ghosts scattered and fired wildly in a fan shape towards Yuan Zhisheng's direction.
However, when the smoke and dust cleared, all that came into view was a Hummer that was riddled with holes, and there was no sign of Yuan Zhisheng at all!
"Where is he?!" someone screamed with a hint of fear in his voice, and hurriedly changed bullets.
The next moment, Yuan Zhisheng appeared at their side, holding a Gatling machine gun in his hand. The rotating gun barrel glowed coldly in the moonlight, like Guanyin Bodhisattva who saves people from suffering.
The black-haired young man had cold eyes and nodded slightly to the ghosts who had just asked the question, as if responding to his question.
“Da da da da——!!!”
The Gatling machine gun let out a deafening roar, and bullets poured out like a rainstorm, instantly drowning the ghosts.
The bullets tore through the air, penetrated the frame, shattered flesh, and ripped into pieces anything that stood in their way.
Maxim, the one who saves lives, Gatlin, the one who heals the wounded!
In just ten seconds, Yuan Zhisheng had used up all of the one thousand bullets!
When the gunfire stopped, the ruined town fell into silence again.
The machine gun was idling and Yuan Zhisheng threw it away. He bit the cigar and took a deep breath, feeling the pungent smell that seemed to be violently invading his mouth. Suddenly, he found that he seemed to like this feeling a little.
Glancing at the burning car wreckage after the explosion, and the disfigured and shattered bodies scattered all over the ground, Yuan Zhisheng sensed the heavy breathing and thunderous heartbeat hidden behind the ruins, took out his cigar and slowly exhaled the smoke:
"Who sent you?"
(End of this chapter)
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