I've Become a Yokai Flower

Right where Naraku was standing just now, a deep pit cracked on the ground, and a blue monster stood in the center of the pit. It only had one arm, but it was strong and powerful. Chin, whose height is similar to Naraku who is bent over, looked down at the other party and said, "You guy, you have some skills."

"..."

Hearing this, Naluo remained silent, and didn't know where the other party's self-confidence came from. Just because he had no breath, so he regarded him as a little monster?

The blue-skinned monster has a strange appearance, wavy hairstyle, short stature, quite round, and its right arm has been cut off, but its left arm is full of incomparably powerful strength. Bar?"

"Exactly." Naraku replied.

"Remember, my name is Boli, and I am the king of the sea, the tyrant of the nori family, so you can also call me the tyrant of the sea!" Boli Nori pointed at Naraku with its only arm.

(Nori: An ancient Japanese term that refers to algae.)

"Oh……"

Naraku was speechless for a moment.

This is the rhythm of fighting with him?

"I've heard your rumors. Although there are not many, the things you have done are really more shocking than one."

Saying so, Polly grinned.

"……what?"

Naraku tilted his head.

"So, let's make a deal."

Boli finally got straight to the point, and it continued: "I need strength, you know, you must still have that kind of scroll."

"Well, yes, there are more, but what can you offer in exchange?"

One thing to say, Naluo was a little confused. In the past, it was his power to confuse others to accept the strange talk, and this was the first time someone came to the door on his own initiative.

Has his business started?

"What do you want? Just mention it to me!"

Patting his chest, Polly assured.

Ah this...

Hearing this, Naraku thought for a while, there are still many scrolls in his hand, they are all used by the "Lord of Hundred Stories" who asked him to create monsters everywhere.

There are no other special requirements. In short, you can make as many as you can, and you can use them anyway. It seems good to exchange them with other monsters?

In this way, Naraku smiled charmingly, and then he took out a pitch-black scroll from his arms and put it in Boli's hands.

What is recorded in it is the strange story of the ghost king Ibaraki-douji. Of course it is not the original manuscript, but an adapted fan. It is written about the severed right arm of Ibaraki-douji-the hand of hell!

"what--!"

The piercing pain went deep into the soul, and Boli felt that an extremely powerful monster power invaded its body, making his aura continue to rise.

Pain, pain, pain, pain!

Curling up the demon body, Bo Li was shocked to find that his severed right arm grew out again, and the demon power contained in it was more than ten times its original one.

So powerful that it blurs even its mind.

"Let's have another one!"

Boli asked Naraku.

"It's useless. This kind of thing can only be used once, and repeated use will only cause side effects. Besides, you are only suitable for that strange talk."

Shaking his head lightly, Naraku said.

If this thing is really so useful, why doesn't he keep it for himself?

"……is that so?"

Boli obviously also wanted to go there, and looked down to appreciate its new arm, the muscled ghost hand, and its whole body was flowing with a metallic luster like a black tide.

It seems to be able to crush everything!

The misty black demon power, which was like a cloud of mist, turned into a solid black cloud in its tightly grasped hands, and then punched the ground.

"Come down, Hand of Hell!"

The condensed monster power fell into the ground, but it did not explode. Instead, the fishing boat moored in the distance was crushed and exploded by the ghost's hand rising from the water!

What a powerful force!

as well as……

"...Tell me, half-demon, what do you want?"

Afterwards, Poli asked Naraku.

"I want……"

Naraku said quietly.

……

Liri, noon.