Dragon Clan: Starting from obtaining Yaki, counterattack against the gods

Chapter 17 Sorry, my hands are slippery
Yuan Zhinv left the dirty and bloody basement, and above the basement was a shabby shopping mall with few people.

She wore a baseball cap with the brim pulled down to cover her face. She was also wearing normal sportswear. After blending into the crowd, she instantly became inconspicuous.

She brushed past several men in black who were walking towards her.

Yuan Zhisheng stopped and looked back as if he was being pulled by something.

But he couldn't see anything clearly. He only vaguely saw a white figure with a thin back and long black hair casually scattered.

She seemed to be a student from the neighborhood. There was nothing special about her, but there were not many girls in Japan who were so tall, which reminded him of Minamoto no Chitose.

"Boss, what's wrong?"

The new subordinate was very outgoing and asked curiously when he saw this.

I heard that this guy used to be a gangster. He was reckless, had little education, and didn't follow many rules. Even his name was Crow, which sounded very gangster-like.

Yuan Zhisheng glanced at him and shook his head: "It's okay, tell people to clear this place, surround the basement, and guard all exits."

"Yes, boss." Crow whistled and went to carry out the task excitedly. It didn't seem like he was about to face a murderous evil spirit, but more like he was going to a bar or something to warm up the party.

Yuan Zhisheng didn't quite understand what his new subordinate was thinking about all day long, but he didn't have the time to care at the moment.

His mind was on the evil spirit in the basement.

After receiving the news, he rushed here without stopping, driving at lightning speed for fear of leaving this guy any chance to escape.

Fortunately, he arrived early enough.

The weather is good today, very suitable for commemorating the dead.

But sacrifices must be brought for memorial services, and Yuan Zhisheng thought that the evil ghost was a good choice.

The basement was filled with the smell of blood. Yuan Zhisheng walked in slowly alone, vigilantly guarding all the dark corners.

This evil ghost has upgraded his bloodline and is developing towards Deadpool. He may even have lost his sanity. This is an extremely dangerous thing. Even with an excellent bloodline, Yuan Zhisheng has to be careful and vigilant.

But he soon discovered that his actions were unnecessary.

He didn't find the evil spirit in the basement, but he saw the boy nailed to the wall.

The boy was thin and pale, his body slightly curled up, with a dagger stuck in his chest, which was also the knife that nailed him to the wall. But he was not dead yet, the dragon blood was giving him his last breath, but the faint golden light in his eyes seemed to be about to dissipate at any time.

In front of the boy were countless rotten corpses, among which Yuan Zhisheng saw the missing head of the executive.

The result was already obvious. Someone had executed the evil ghost before him, killing him.

Longma Shanlang looked up slowly when he heard the noise, but was stunned when he saw Yuan Zhisheng.

He slightly pulled the corners of his mouth and forced himself to reveal a sarcastic, ugly smile.

"Why, are you afraid that I won't die? Cough cough, so you come back to see if I'm dead? Cough cough cough..."

He was already breathing more out than in, and every time he spoke, large mouthfuls of blood would flow out of the corners of his mouth, accompanied by broken internal organs. However, he was still tenacious and stubborn, and said to Yuan Zhisheng with full of sarcasm:
"You are nothing but a poor abandoned creature."

Yuan Zhisheng's pupils suddenly contracted, and he suddenly realized something.

This person obviously recognized the wrong person and mistook him for someone else, the person who killed him.

He thought the man who killed him had returned.

And that person must look very similar to him, so similar that Longma Shanlang would mistake him at first sight.

"Young girl..."

Yuan Zhisheng muttered to himself unconsciously, but Longma Shanlang had already closed his eyes tiredly. His voice became smaller and smaller, just like his breathing, which became lighter and lighter.

But he was still talking, and his resentful voice was like the curse of a demon from hell.

"We are all pawns abandoned by our families, homeless ghosts. One day, you will be nailed to the wall like me."

"I'm...waiting for that day." "Who was here just now?" Yuan Zhi reacted suddenly. He strode forward and grabbed the man by the collar, yelling uncontrollably: "Who killed you?"

But no one could answer him.

The man is dead.

Yuan Zhisheng was breathing heavily. He loosened his hands in vain. He felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him. He looked miserable.

The biggest mistake he made in his life was accidentally killing his only relative. He was in pain day and night, numb as a walking corpse.

He knew clearly how cruelly he had struck, and he also knew clearly that no one could survive with such serious injuries.

But he couldn't help but imagine, if the body was not found, did that prove that he was still alive?

But if Minamoto no Chino is still alive, why doesn't she come back to find him?
Are you resenting him?

Would the little girl blame him for swinging the knife indiscriminately?
Yuan Zhisheng had no answer, he just felt confused.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered the white figure. He stood up suddenly and strode outside.

The crow guarding the exit came forward immediately upon seeing this: "What's wrong, Boss?"

Yuan Zhisheng's tone was more urgent than ever before: "Where is the girl from before? Did you see her face?"

Crow looked confused, "What girl? What are you talking about, Boss?"

"That's the girl in the white tracksuit!" Yuan Zhisheng growled, "The one who walked towards us in the mall!"

Crow was even more confused: "No, there is no girl. There were only a few people in the mall just now, let alone any girls. Boss, are you seeing things?"

He then looked at the others, who also shook their heads.

"There's none?"

Yuan Zhisheng suddenly seemed to have all his strength drained away. He closed his eyes tiredly and let out a long, painful groan.

"Girl... where are you..."

……

"Ah!"

Yuan Zhinu sneezed heavily, and she narrowed her eyes alertly: "Who the hell scolded me?"

Sakurai Kogure beside her saw this and felt helpless: "Are you going to catch a cold?"

"Although the weather is getting warmer, it's still a little chilly in the morning and evening, so you need to wear a coat."

Genji nodded randomly, not used to Sakurai Kogure's motherly care, and quickly changed the subject: "Where is the king?"

Sakurai Kogure pointed inside the house.

Yuan Zhinv said "Oh" to indicate that she understood, and stood up and walked into the house. As soon as she opened the door, the king in the house started smiling at her, with a hypocritical and weird expression on the mask.

Yuan Zhinv also smiled at him, then took out a Desert Eagle from her arms and shot him in the head without hesitation.

"Oh!"

With a loud bang, Wang's entire head exploded, and the strange mask was shattered into pieces, revealing the blood-red texture inside.

Sakurai Kogure was frightened by this sudden scene and turned pale, but at least she didn't scream this time, she just subconsciously shouted: "Girl!"

Yuan Zhinu looked back at her with an innocent look on her face: "Sorry, my hand slipped."

There was a hint of apology in her tone: "Could you please clean it up again?"

Sakurai Kogure: “…”

(End of this chapter)