Reborn Tokyo Extradition

Chapter 200 Filled with black and red
Onikiri, whose whole body was pitch black, sliced ​​through the air, and the light of the sword slashed down, so fast that the blade fell before people could react.

There was no sound at all, it was just like cutting tofu with a knife, it was scratched towards his head.
However, the other party did not cut it like tofu.

Ichijo Sakaki stood in front of Echizen Haruki, taking the place of the man named Shangkouzi, and he landed in the field, and jumped nearly ten meters, far beyond ordinary people, or in other words, He was not human.

Standing on the field, the man looked at a sakaki with a smile. His head, chest, and abdomen had been cut into a quarter, like a deep canyon, and his severed ribs could be seen. His severed large intestine can be seen and even his brain after the skull has been broken open.

If it was an ordinary person, he would have died long ago, but he still stood there, smiling, not a single drop of blood flowed down, as if he was no different from a human being, except that there was no blood.

"tsk"

A Sakaki smacked his mouth, holding his hands and felt ghostly, feeling a little pity, and also felt mentally retarded because he had informed his family to be handsome and gave him time to react when he made a sneak attack.

However, seeing the opponent's current state, recalling the opponent's reaction speed just now, even if I was not handsome at the time, it was almost the same result. After all, the opponent's physical fitness five times higher than ordinary people is really not a joke.

Even Ichisakaki looked at the logo displayed by the discerning eyes around him, which felt a bit exaggerated.

In short, Ichisakaki felt that if he didn't split him in half on the spot, even if he cut his body in half, it would be useless.

"You are Mr. Yi Yi... Is Mr. Yi Yi really a human?"

The man didn't care about his wounds at all, and said with a smile, looking quite graceful.

"It doesn't matter if I'm human or not, what matters is, what are you guys?"

Kneading the handle of the knife in his hand, Iichi Sakaki narrowed his eyes and looked at him.

If I'm not mistaken, he should indeed be born by sucking blood, but the problem is, he doesn't look like a traditional vampire.

He can walk freely in the sun, just like an ordinary person.

However, vampires also have blood, but everything in the body of the person in front of him is like a dry riverbed, with stones and mud, but there is no water at all.

"It doesn't matter what I am, right?" The man still maintained a friendly smile.

"I think it's very important. It's related to how I can save you."

"Sang Yi really likes to joke around." Shang Zizi slowly opened his arms, even though his wounds made people feel sick, "Sang Yi, join us."

"Join you guys?" Ichijo Sakaki felt something, stuck Onikiri on the ground, and looked at him with his elbow on the handle of the knife.

"Yes, join us."

The man opened his arms and took a step forward, as if welcoming an old friend.

"People will eventually grow old and die. This is a very sad thing, especially for a person as good as you, a sang. When I think that a sang is in his old age and will never be able to swing such a fast knife again, I will go to you." I feel deep pity and regret for Mr. Yitiao.

But as long as you join us, Yiyi Sang can always maintain the current peak, and you don’t have to be afraid of old age, and I believe that Mr. Yiyi is so special. After joining us, he will definitely become a special existence like me! "

The more the man talked, the more excited he became, he didn't care about his own injuries, although Ichijo Sakaki didn't know where this guy was excited.

"You mean a special existence like you? That is to say, you still have many accomplices, but there are not many things like you who can walk in the sun, and even have a body that is so much higher than ordinary people, right?"

Perhaps because he heard Yiyi Sakaki call him a "thing", the man frowned: "Ichijo-san, I sincerely invite you to join on behalf of our Patriarch and myself."

"That's really embarrassing."

Without any warning, a sakaki horizontal sword rushed forward, and then slashed horizontally. Even if the opponent opened the distance, the arm had been cut in half by a sakaki, and the hand bone that was cut out seemed to be as long as It can be broken with a light touch.

"Tell your Patriarch." Looking up, Yisakaki looked straight at the tense man, "I will use this knife to personally bury you all."

The man opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something more, but he finally closed his mouth, bowed to Ichisakaki, and leaped away.

It wasn't until the other party disappeared from sight that Iichi Sakaki breathed a sigh of relief, because the right hand that swung the knife with all its strength without warming up twice already had a little trembling and pain.

"Sakaki, are you okay?"

Sensing that something was wrong with Ichisakaki, Haruki Echizen hurried forward.

"It's okay, but things may be troublesome. Let's go. It just so happens that this place is relatively close to the hospital. Let's go to the hospital first."

He exhaled hot air, rubbed his hands, and put Onikiri into the system storage like a magic trick. Looking at the castle that was extremely inconsistent with the style of Sandalwood Village, Ichisakaki did not look back for a long time.

The only temple in Sandalwood Village, most of the monks in the temple went to various places in the village to perform ceremonies, and there were very few monks left in the temple.

The abbot of the temple in Sandalwood Village sat in a room facing the courtyard, quietly looking at the trees and grass in the courtyard, not knowing what to think.

In fact, as the abbot of the temple, he should be the busiest person at this time, and he should be the one who should not appear in the temple and should do things.

However, today, he is waiting for a guest.

I don't know how long I waited, until the sliding door leading to the courtyard was suddenly closed, the curtains in the room blocked all the sunlight, and the room fell into darkness. Only then did the host know that she was here.

"This book is very good."

The innocent female voice came out slowly, and the host Shimono turned his head to look, a girl holding a book slowly walked towards the host Shimono.

It was still a purple dress, still a purple hairpin, and purple knee-high thermal stockings wrapped her legs.

The little girl looked no more than eleven or twelve years old, her eyes were hollow, her skin was too fair, but she was as unreal as a doll, and even a little sick.

"Mr. Shimono, what kind of existence is she in the book you wrote?"

The girl sat in front of the man holding a book.

on the book cover.

[Ghoul] Two Chinese characters.

Filled with black and red.

(End of this chapter)