Chapter 72

Witnessing Gin's transformation from trembling in agony to now calm and motionless, Renye Karasuma couldn't help but seriously doubted whether Gin had failed to transform and was so painful that he died on the spot.

Suspecting that the person was dead, Karasuma Renya held his breath and stared closely at Gin's chest which was not moving at all. He took a few steps forward, bent down and tried to feel Gin's breathing. At least he wanted to confirm whether he was still alive.

It’s not that Karasuma Renya cares about Gin’s safety. To him, Gin is just a more useful dog or a hound he uses for hunting. He is important but not that important.

After all, as long as he is as rich and powerful as he is now, subordinates like Gin will always come to serve him in droves, and those in power will never be short of people.

The question is whether Douma deceived him and whether the vampire transformation was just a scam from the beginning.

With a contradictory attitude of suspicion and expectation, Karasuma Renya placed her finger under Gin's nose.

When Karasuma Renya felt the vague warm current, his uneasy heart finally settled down. But before he could catch his breath, he was startled by Gin who suddenly opened his eyes.

The aging heart that was on the verge of collapse could not withstand such a huge shock. Even though Karasuma Renya had used various life-saving methods to delay his aging, it was still useless. The nearly 140-year-old man almost died from excessive shock.

A hand that felt like a dead branch covered her chest. The throbbing pain in her heart made Karasuma Renya unsteady on her feet. She staggered dizzily and held onto a nearby wall before finally standing steady.

Douma watched everything as he quietly waited for Gin's transformation to be completed. He couldn't help but wonder where this old, bad old man got the courage to think he could survive the transformation process, Fish Leong? (bushi)

The old sayings passed down among the people always make sense. Good people don't live long, and bad luck lasts for thousands of years. Karasuma Renya, who was nearly 140 years old, survived without taking any medicine. It's really amazing.

Seeing that Karasuma Renya was fine, Douma looked away with a little disappointment, and turned his attention back to Gin, who had stood up after his transformation. He secretly thought that with Gin's qualifications, he must be a high-level cannibal who possessed blood vampire arts. So what would Gin's blood vampire arts be?

As if he had heard Douma's question, Gin raised his eyes and looked in Douma's direction. After meeting those cold and ruthless eyes with gradient colors, he lowered his eyes slightly as if burned, and made a gesture of submission. His tone was respectful and steady: "Boss, my transformation was very successful, but it takes some time to master the special abilities that suddenly appeared."

Karasuma Renya's vision was blurred by the dizziness in his head and the discomfort in his heart, and he didn't realize that the person Gin was looking at when he spoke was not him but Douma.

Karasuma Renya's ears were filled with a buzzing sound, but he did not delay in grasping the key points of Gin's words while leaning against the wall helplessly. Then he tried to open his eyes and shouted in surprise: "The transformation was successful and there are special abilities?!"

If Karasuma Renya has any regrets in his life as a capitalist, it is that even if he is rich, very rich, or extremely rich, it cannot change the cruel fact that he is just an ordinary person without supernatural powers.

Everyone pursues individual strength, especially capitalists like Karasuma Renya who are used to stepping on the heads of the lower class. How can he be willing to accept his own weakness? The lower class can have supernatural powers, but he, a noble upper class who can only be looked up to by the lower class, cannot have them. How ironic.

Karasuma Renya realized that after his transformation, he would be able to make up for all the deficiencies in his life in one breath, restore his youthful appearance and physique, become immortal, and possess powerful supernatural powers.

When the temptation is great enough, even if there is an endless abyss of no return in front of them, it cannot stop those whose minds are blinded by desire from stepping into it one after another and being smashed to pieces.

If Karasuma Renya was still able to retain a bit of sanity at the beginning, now that she has witnessed Gin's successful transformation with her own eyes, that little bit of sanity is completely gone.

Karasuma Renyeman's wrinkled face turned strangely red. He stumbled to Douma like a possessed man, then knelt on the ground like a wolf, raised his head and begged with a pleading look, "Give me... give me the blood... please."

At this time, Karasuma Renya had completely abandoned her self-esteem, and her ugly inner self was exposed to the air, making it unbearable to look at.

Douma's eyes were burned by this unbearable scene. He immediately set his sights on the attractive Gin and no longer looked at the ugly Karasuma Renya. Fortunately, his newly acquired exquisite SSR card did not become ugly because of turning into a cannibal, otherwise, as a guy with a bit of a beauty obsession, he really didn't know what to do with Gin.

Gin naturally felt something when being stared at, but he didn't know what his new boss or the new Demon King was thinking. He just stood aside with a respectful attitude and let the boss look at him.

Maybe it's because Gin is strong enough, so he didn't develop any weird things when he turned into a ghost, such as extra arms, legs, eyes, noses and other weird things.

While retaining a normal human body shape, Gin's strength, speed, wound healing speed, and five senses have been greatly improved. His night vision ability, which was originally developed due to human experiments, has also been greatly enhanced.

Douma looked at his newly found loyal subordinate with satisfaction, and asked in a good mood: "Gin, do you think I should give him the blood?"

"Whether to give it or not depends entirely on the boss's mind. I dare not speculate on my own." Gin cunningly did not give any tendentious answer. Just like every senior worker, he has a very high emotional intelligence and is very slippery.

"..." Douma was shocked by Gin's answer, because in his stereotype, Gin should be a pure martial artist. According to the law of conservation of all things, martial artists are usually not very smart (crossed out) and are more reckless. He never expected that Gin would be so capable.

As for whether Gin would do it or not, his former boss Karasuma Renya didn't care. He only cared about one thing now: Gin, who he thought was loyal and would never betray him, actually betrayed him? How could it be possible?

The horrific development that was enough to shock his entire family made Karasuma Renya, whose mind had already turned into a mess, regain some clarity. His eyes gradually became gloomy and fierce, and he glared viciously at Gin who had turned to someone else so quickly.

However, the sudden turn of events made Karasuma Renya dare not say a single word. He only engraved Gin's despicable image in his heart, thinking that after he got away, he would make the man who dared to betray him suffer a fate worse than death!

Gin naturally reacted to the scorching gaze that Karasuma Renya cast on him. He just turned into a cannibal, not dead.

The camp had changed at some point, and when Gin looked back at Karasuma Renya, there was no warmth in his eyes. It was a look as if he was looking at a dead person, and one could even detect a hint of deep disgust in it.

When Karasuma Renya was no longer Gin's boss, in Gin's eyes, Karasuma Renya was just an old trash who could be killed by him with just one finger, not to mention that this old trash smelled bad.

Gin, who had just been transformed into a cannibal, was very hungry. He was instinctively attracted to the only food here, but was discouraged by the unpleasant smell emanating from Karasuma Renya's body, so his mood was naturally not good.

Karasuma Renya was hurt by Gin's cold eyes. An old man who could live to such an old age had his own unique qualities. For example, Karasuma Renya knew very well what it meant to be a wise man who knows the current affairs. He withdrew his gaze from the bottom of his heart and pleaded with Douma again: "Douma-sama, I can give you everything I have. I only ask you to give me a little bit of your blood, just one drop... just one drop."

Seeing Karasuma Renya's humble attitude, with no trace of the bossy attitude they had before they met, Douma decided to "kindly" satisfy her wish: "Okay, then I'll give you one drop."

"Thank you... Thank you..." Karasuma Renya knelt on the ground, thanking repeatedly with tears in her eyes, as if she was possessed by a repeater.

Compared to his generosity towards Gin, Douma was stingy this time and only poked his fingertip lightly with his fingernail, forcing out a drop of blood that was unwilling to fall from the small wound: "Connect it."

It is impossible to hold the fingers in his mouth, so he can only let Karasuma Renya catch the falling demon blood from a long distance, otherwise Douma will hit him.

The dark red sticky demon blood dripped from Douma's pale and slender fingertips and was narrowly caught by Karasuma Renya, whose heart and eyes were filled with eternal youth and immortality. Then she carefully pursed her lips and swallowed the drop of demon blood into her stomach.

hot.

The overwhelming heat, as if being in a sea of ​​fire, made Karasuma Renya personally experience the feeling of being burned by a pair of chopsticks. His eyes, which were already bloodshot, now turned even blood red, looking extremely scary.

"No... please... help..."

The screams became louder and louder. The exposed skin of Karasuma Renya turned red and swelled strangely. The eyeballs that had been peacefully lying in their eye sockets bulged out strangely, as if they were about to pop out of their sockets at any time.

However, it was not an illusion. As Douma and Gin looked on coldly, Karasuma Renya exploded like a human firework, with dirty blood foam splashing everywhere.

"?!" Oops, he seems to have forgotten to bring the black umbrella. Just as Douma was sighing in his heart, Gin loyally stood in front of Douma.

The black coat and hat that were originally clean became extremely dirty after this wave of blood and flesh attacks. Gin took off the dirty coat and threw it on the ground in disgust, then turned around and asked with concern: "Boss, are you okay?"

Tongma looked at his whole body and breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm fine."

"I'm glad you're okay." Gin's nerves had just relaxed after receiving the reply, and his attention was firmly attracted by the fresh minced meat in his hand.

Fortunately, Douma discovered and stopped it in time, otherwise, looking at Gin’s staring eyes, I’m afraid he would have been eaten.

Douma felt a little pain in his head, and gave his first order as the Demon King with a serious look: "Gin, human flesh is absolutely forbidden."