Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 78
It is said that only when the amount accumulated on the gaming table reaches a limit, the "mandala" will quietly bloom at your feet.

That is the most beautiful woman in the Bliss Pavilion, looking up at you with winking eyes like silk, as if you are the king of the beauty lying on her knees.

She will invite you to the deepest and most mysterious VIP room in the casino to listen to your innermost desire.

But Lu Mingfei didn't go to the gambling table, nor did he sit on any pachinko machine, and even within ten steps, the bronze door carved with "Picture of Hell in Disguise" was right behind him.

The mandala was in full bloom for him, and it seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

"Is it you who invited me to purify you?"

Lu Mingfei casually dropped the dark gold metal card.

He had a hunch that Foreboding didn't give him feedback, indicating that this woman had no desire to attack for the time being.

"Yes, you are our most honored guest tonight."

Sakurai Kogure's soft laughter was like a silver bell, and her smile was touching.

Although her Chinese is not fluent, Lu Mingfei can at least understand it.

She is the most beautiful woman in this bliss hall, but also the most majestic master.

But in the next second, her snow-white neck was ruthlessly locked by Lu Mingfei's palm, and her indifferent expression did not show mercy just because the other party was an extremely beautiful woman.

"What about the person who invited me? It can't be you, can it?"

Lu Mingfei bent down, staring at Sakurai Kogure's pretty face that was a little flushed.

"Of course...not me. That lord...is still...on his way."

Although being strangled by the throat, Sakurai Kogure still tried hard to keep her sweet and elegant smile unchanged.

Lu Mingfei's astonishing behavior frightened the surrounding gamblers. They all looked like they had seen a ghost and couldn't believe it. They scrambled and fled away from the two people who had become the center of the maze.

The men in black who were maintaining order inside the casino had already moved closer. They held heavy pistols and aimed at Lu Mingfei with stern expressions.

This casino of desire is much quieter, the gamblers no longer dare to howl wantonly, and the girls dare not speak softly.

Even the sound of the pachinko machine pouring steel balls stopped, and only the cheerful and melodious music remained, calling new customers to invest money in order to win the huge prize pool full of steel balls below.

The hot desire and feverish nerves of the gamblers cooled down after witnessing the cold and ruthless guns, as if a basin of cold water was poured down, and a thick white mist poured out with a "stab".

The fingers of the men in black rubbed against the trigger and trembled, but they did not dare to shoot and kill the murderer immediately——

Sakurai Kogure is the murderer's best meat shield. If Sakurai Kogure dies under their bullets, the person from the Gokle Pavilion will definitely let them be buried with the murderer and Sakurai Kogure.

"That adult... very good, then I will wait a little longer."

Lu Mingfei said, and let go of Sakurai Kogure's palm.

"Thank you for your generosity, the lord will be here soon."

She stared at Lu Mingfei's eyes covered with a light golden mist, smiling like a flower.

Lu Mingfei stopped talking, walked forward to a gambling table and sat down, closed his eyes and prayed in a low voice.

The gamblers avoided it like the plague, only the charming croupier stood still and did not dare to escape, whether it was due to professionalism or the iron rules of the Bliss Hall.

But the seductive ripples aroused by the large piece of tender white on her chest have already betrayed her inner fear.

The guns of the men in black did not put down, they were still aimed at Lu Mingfei.

As long as Sakurai Kogure gave them a look, they would smash this daring murderer together with the valuable sheepskin sofa chair without hesitation.

"Put down your guns and don't be rude to distinguished guests."

Sakurai Kogure scolded softly.

After that, she looked around everyone with a gentle smile, and said:
"I'm sorry, all distinguished guests, the Bliss Hall will close early today."

"I will inform you in advance when the Bliss Hall will open next time, and I am deeply sorry for the inconvenience caused to all distinguished guests."

Sakurai Kogure's weak and boneless body bent down to the ground, raised his hands above his head and touched his fingertips, and made a "big gift" in Japanese etiquette to the guests of the casino.

No one can bear the big gift from the manager of the Bliss Pavilion, and no one needs her reminder. People who have cooled their desires all realize that there will be a bloody storm here.

People flocked towards the bronze gate of the Bliss Pavilion.

"Lovely employees, please go back and go back earlier to rest."

Sakurai Kogure smiled at the girls who were still here.

The heavily made-up dealers and waiters bowed deeply to Sakurai Kogure as if they were being pardoned, and fled in a hurry on high heels.

The huge Bliss Pavilion was completely quiet, and all the pachinko machines were turned off.

Lu Mingfei did not pursue the departure of these people. Those were just those who indulged in indulgent desires. What he wanted to purify were the real heretics who remained here.

Sakurai Kogure and the indifferent men in black with guns behind them stood quietly, as if they were waiting for the arrival of some distinguished guest.

After about 5 minutes, Fingal's lowered voice came from the headset:

"Head, something is wrong...some important person is coming."

Lu Mingfei opened his eyes, his pupils covered with golden mist shone brightly in the darkness.

The lights of the Bliss Pavilion went out at some point, and they merged with the darkness of the deep mountain where the golden house was located.

It was a cold winter night, and there were no insects or birds singing in the deep mountains, only the breathing of people in the Bliss Hall.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty."

In the darkness, Lu Mingfei heard Sakurai Kogure's awe-inspiring whispers.

Immediately afterwards, a sudden clapper sounded.

Crisp, empty and monotonous.

It seems to be resonating the air, from the eardrum to the skull, and then to the depths of the brain, causing a trembling resonance.

It seems to be announcing the opening of a big show to the world.

A beam of light was lit on the carved bronze door carved with "Hell in Disguise", and the projected light made the ferocious ghosts more vivid, as if they were about to break free from the restriction of the door in the next second.

But there is a real evil spirit standing in the gate.

The mask was pale and miserable, and the scarlet lips curled up in a strange arc, revealing iron-black fangs.

This painting is of an ancient Japanese official, who was violent but held high authority.

Lu Mingfei stood up, the golden mist in his eyes quickly solidified and turned into hot golden lava.

The drama begins.

The light at the carved bronze door was extinguished, and the figure of Gongqing's evil ghost merged into the darkness.

But in the next second, a bunch of incandescent lights in the bliss pavilion lit up, illuminating Gongqing's standing still as if he had never wavered.

There is no melody in the sound of rustling clappers. When the sound is heard, the lights are on, and when the sound is off, the lights are off.

The lights kept turning on and off from the gate to the Bliss Hall, and the ghost-like Gongqing approached silently step by step in the darkness.

It was as if a few seconds were cut off from time.

The picture in front of him was like a frame, Gongqing flickered forward strangely, without any movement or reaction, the hem of the black feather knitting clothes he was wearing was quietly hanging down, without shaking at all.

The last sound of the clapper fell, and the shining bright lights of the Bliss Hall were turned on again.

The Noh drama has temporarily come to an end.

The bliss hall was dead silent, like a haunted house in the mountains.

Sakurai Kogure and the men in black stood solemnly with their heads bowed, as if they had stopped breathing.

There are only two protagonists in this drama tonight.

A prince in authority, and an angel before him.

The evil ghost Gongqing was tall and tall, looking down at Lu Mingfei's indifferent face from above.

The black shadow cast by the light enveloped him, and the greedy gaze shot from behind Gongqing's mask seemed to want to swallow Lu Mingfei into his stomach, and he would never spit out any dregs.

Lu Mingfei also raised his head and glanced at the evil ghost Gongqing who suddenly appeared.

This mask seemed to be born on his face, every crevice at the corners fit his skin tightly, and long black hair fell from both ends of the mask.

"It's... long time no see."

"Why don't you cook wine with green plums and celebrate this long-lost reunion together?"

Gongqing spoke with a smile, his hoarse voice was as vicissitudes as the sea.

Lu Mingfei nodded lightly, leaned close to Gongqing and gave him a hug, like an old friend reunited after a long absence——

Accompanied by the roar of a chainsaw that broke the dead silence in the mountain!

The furious chain saw sword instantly tore through Gongqing's chest, and the roaring saw blade pierced Gongqing's back, bringing up blood sprayed like a waterfall!

Lu Mingfei did give the heretic in front of him an open hug, but it was just the etiquette of suing an angel!
The chainsaw sword was twisted, and the high-speed rotating saw blade was torn all the way up along with the ugly Gongqing mask!

"I don't remember ever knowing you, Heretic."

Lu Mingfei glanced at the fallen corpse and said coldly.

The premonition that Foreboding gave him strong feedback, this heretic does have a strong desire to attack himself.

He tried to lift the half mask with his toe to see what the heretic would look like below.

But just like what he saw just now, the mask is really integrated with the person wearing the mask, inseparable,

Lu Mingfei lost interest in the dead heretic, and raised his head to look at the living heretic.

The armed men in black put away their guns, turned into two rows to form a semicircle and knelt beside the dead body of Gongqing soaked in a pool of blood.

Like mourning and prayer.

"madness."

Lu Mingfei said coldly.

"Your Majesty is immortal."

Sakurai Kogure spoke softly, staring at Lu Mingfei with clear eyes, and a gentle smile appeared on his face again.

The sound of clappers sounded again, and the second act of the play began to be sung.

The strong desire to attack rose again, and Lu Mingfei felt a line of sight that wrapped around him as if it was about to materialize, turning himself into a puppet that the owner of the line of sight could play with at will.

He turned his head and saw the figure walking out from the deep corridor of the Bliss Hall, his steps were steady and powerful, and a snow-white mask of a public servant, exactly the same as before, was reflected in his golden eyes.

"good."

Lu Mingfei glanced at the corpse on the ground, and walked towards the new minister.

The roar of the chainsword never stopped.

(End of this chapter)