Dragon Clan: I can only cheat if I can't lose the Dragon King in seconds

Chapter 156 Another one!
"who are you?"

Feng Mo Zhisha suddenly turned over and sat up, looking vigilantly in the direction of the sound.

There is no fear or panic in his eyes... In Fengmo Zhisha's view, there is nothing more terrifying than being locked up here, so even if the speaker is a demon who strayed into the world from hell, it is probably not more terrifying.

He saw a man sitting quietly in the chair placed in the corner of the room, the black pattern made him seem to be integrated with the darkness.

The man's voice was so gentle and feminine, like... a devil lying on his shoulder and whispering in his ear.

"How did you get in?"

He looked over the figure of the man and looked at the corridor that was still lit. Fumo Zhisha remembered that even at night, there were more than one palm of guards patrolling the corridor, and their sleep could only be accompanied by leather boots on the cold ground. The "bang bang" sound.

But now everything is quiet, and it seems that the guards in the corridor have also gone to sleep.

"I am the same person as you." The man in the darkness got up, and a pale face suddenly appeared in front of Feng Mo Zhisha.

His face was a bit too handsome, Fengmo Zhisha felt that he had never seen such a beautiful man...nor a woman.

But the man spoke with a kind of terrifying majesty, as if he was sitting on the throne, watching the courtiers kneeling under the throne with great interest.

"We all have the same blood running in our bodies...we are all outcasts."

The man only took a few steps, and moved from the corner to Feng Mo Zhisha's bed, his palms caressing the top of Feng Mo Zhisha's head, like a father playing with a child.

But Fengmo Zhisha didn't dare to move.

If he dared to move, the man could gently stroke his hair, or violently turn his head into a broken watermelon.

"Why are you looking for me?"

Fengmo Zhisha's voice trembled a little.

The whole school should be full of "ghosts" marked as "dangerous bloodlines". Why did this man find him?
The gentle man was silent for a moment, and there was a gentle smile in his voice when he spoke again: "You are just the beginning."

Then his palm left Fengmo Zhisha's head, and he handed something into his palm.

Fengmo Zhisha lowered his head subconsciously. It was neatly arranged in a small box with four tubes of reagents, the colors were so brilliant that people couldn't open their eyes.

"Do you want to go out and have a look?" There was a magical power in the man's words, tempting Fengmo Zhisha to nod impatiently, even before the man finished speaking.

"Don't worry...the way to escape is in your hands."

"Drink the first one before you escape."

The man tapped his finger on the first test tube on the left, and the liquid inside immediately began to surge as if alive, and he could still feel the warmth hitting his palm through the special test tube.

Fumo Zhisa picked out the test tube that the man's finger was pressing from the small box, pulled out the plug on his head, and drank it all in one gulp.

There was a fire burning in my heart.

It's hot, it's hot.

Fengmo Zhisha raised his face and looked at the strange man who appeared suddenly, every blood vessel in his body became hot, his eyes were almost blinded by pain, and there were blue veins from his neck, face...all the exposed skin Bloom out.

At this moment, Feng Mo Zhisha almost looked like a ferocious green-skinned monster.

The man took two steps back, stood beside the bed quietly watching the changes in Feng Mo Zhisha, with an inexplicable smile on his lips.

A few minutes later, the abnormality on Feng Mo Zhisha's body faded away, and a little golden light shone in the darkness.

Those were the eyes of Fengmo Zhisha.

His bloodline was activated, every cell in his body woke up, power surged through his limbs... as if endless.

"Then, break out of the cage."

He heard the man's gentle voice, and a little golden light brighter than his pupils exploded in the darkness, carrying unparalleled majesty.

"En." Fengmo Zhisha responded softly, clenched his fists, and the iron rod beside the bed was twisted and broken in his hands without a sound.

The man got up and left, and the footsteps in the corridor sounded again, and the clanging of leather boots sounded as usual, accompanied by some inaudible whispers.

Fengmo Zhisha got off the bed and walked to the door. The latch melted silently, and the sound of leather boots touching the ground in the corridor became clearer.

*
"Young Master, just now someone from the school notified that the Fengmo Zhisha whom Patriarch Fengmo asked yesterday escaped from there today."

Yasha walked up to Yuan Zhisheng's back, and glanced at the flickering images on the big lit screen.

"They won't be unable to catch a person, right? This level cannot be made up for by apologizing."

Yuan Zhisheng's face was icy cold, and there was an unfathomable murderous look in his voice.

He shook his arm suddenly, and his fingers shook rapidly... Long on the screen was kicked to the ground by Chun Li and fell into a temporary immobile state.

"I'm upset."

Yuan Zhisheng sighed, and put down the game controller in his hand.

"I'll play with you next time, brother is going to be busy now."

Yuan Zhisheng reached out and rubbed the red-haired girl's hair with a gentle face.

If the subordinates of the executive bureau saw this posture, their jaws would drop in shock, but the director actually has such a gentle side!
The girl nodded and put away the handle, she was always so well-behaved in front of Yuan Zhisheng, and she didn't have the kind of willfulness that made others a headache at all.

She bowed her head and quickly wrote a line on a small cardboard and held it up to Yuan Zhisheng.

"お兄ちゃんさようなら(￣▽￣) (bye brother)."

"I'll see you again in a few days."

Yuan Zhisheng nodded, rubbed the girl's hair again and walked out of this small room, the tenderness on his face disappeared without a trace, and a trace of gloom showed that he was not in a good mood now.

"what happened?"

Without turning his head, he asked Yaksha who was following behind him.

"It is said that there was a loss of control... The scene at the scene was ugly. The guards in the corridor were all carbonized as if they had been roasted on the grill for five hours. Some children who heard the sound close to the door and the wall were killed. Severe burns."

Yasha said in a low voice, "Fumo Zhisha's bloodline rating... is A-level."

"Understood, have you started the search?"

Yuan Zhisheng understood what was going on after hearing half of it.

After Fuma Kotaro called yesterday, he checked the information stored in Kaguya Ji. The consequences of losing control of a "ghost" with a bloodline level of A-level are of course serious.

"More than ten law enforcement officers have participated in the search, but according to the speed of escape, Fengmo Zhisha's physical fitness is not like a newly awakened A-level hybrid, and he quickly lost his trace after fleeing for a few kilometers. "

Yuan Zhisheng paused for a moment, "Call the crow, we're going to work."

"How long has Fengmo Zhisha been fleeing?"

"...23 hours."

"Why did it take so long to report?" Yuan Zhisheng frowned, stopped and looked at Yasha.

"At the beginning, they miscalculated Feng Mo Zhisha's ability. They didn't realize that something was wrong until they lost him for three hours and couldn't find anyone. Then they thought of reporting it."

"Do you know the approximate direction of escape?"

Yuan Zhisheng's voice became more dignified. It's not surprising that such a dangerous hybrid with such a high bloodline level has been running outside for so long.

"Still investigating."

"understood."

*
"Sir, here we are."

The driver's voice suddenly awakened Fengmo Zhisha, who was squinting in the back seat. He jumped from the seat and knocked his head to the roof, and then sat down with his head covered.

"Oh oh oh, hiss...how much?"

The driver glanced back at Fumo Zhisha and frowned: "[-] yen."

"Hold on."

Feng Mo Zhisha lowered his head and rummaged through the pockets of his clothes, counted out the number the driver said, and then opened the back door and came out from the back seat.

He stood on the street, looking at the crowds of people coming and going and the unfamiliar streets around him in a daze.

Of course he took a taxi for a purpose, and the name he reported was the only street name near his home that he remembered when he was a child. Fortunately, the driver is also an elderly driver who is relatively familiar with the streets around here. The name given by the young man was the name before the change eight years ago, so he was able to find this place with him.

But when he got to the place he was looking for... Fumo Zhisha found that he didn't recognize this place.

The original plan to go home and have a look could not be implemented at all, because the original home has changed its appearance and is no longer a residential area.

Fengmo Zhisha couldn't help feeling a sense of disillusionment.

Originally, when he escaped from that prison-like school, he had a firm goal in mind. He wanted to go home and see the traces of his life with his father...but when he returned to the "home" in his memory, , I can't find a trace of it.

The sliver of reason that was left was gradually submerged by the scorching dragon's blood. He did not take the brightly colored potions according to the man's words, and he has not continued to take the medicines since he escaped from the school.

The memories of before being taken away in my mind surged out like a river with flood gates.

Fumo Zhisha was taken away when he was seven years old, so...he didn't know that his father was dead.

Perhaps the father had reunited the family and had a healthy child?
He imagined that in the scented kitchen, men and women are busy in front of the stove, a little boy or girl is stacking building blocks in the living room, maybe he (she) has a brother or sister or something...

This imagining made him inexplicably irritable, and Fengmo Zhisha subconsciously took out the remaining three bottles of medicine that had been carefully placed in his arms.

After escaping, he clearly told himself that he would not drink the remaining three bottles of medicine... He obviously only drank one bottle, and his whole body was in pain as if he was about to burn.

His memory of breaking out of school is very vague, as if a layer of mosaic has been artificially added, everything is gray and unrecognizable... It seems that he has already started running wildly after putting his palm on the door .

But at that time, the set of clothes that was thrown away was stained with a lot of blood... The pungent fishy smell kept drilling into his nostrils.

He remembered, and the twisted limbs and painful wailings that fell in the flames reappeared in his mind, as clear as the footage of a movie being projected.

Feng Mo Zhisha was concentrating on recalling, a different kind of stimulation suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart, constantly stimulating all his senses.

He was... Gradually addicted to this sense of power and violence.

As long as you have enough strength, you can return to the family, you can return to the family in an upright manner, and then find your father...

At this moment, the powerful dragon genes have completely suppressed the fragile human genes, cornering them and crushing them mercilessly.

The effect reflected on Fengmo Zhisha is... the last trace of his humanity has disappeared.

Fengmo Zhisha held the three test tubes in his hands, and cut the stoppers of all the test tubes at once. The gorgeous medicine slid along the tube wall into his throat, like a ball of fire rolling down from the inside, all the way to the stomach.

The violent power broke through Fengmo Zhisha's rational defense in an instant. After he wailed in pain for a moment, he tightened his arms suddenly. The sharp glass shards pierced his skin and blood was dripping, but immediately those crystal clear and The fragile fragments were squeezed out from the wound, and the squirming muscles were like living things rejecting everything that did not belong to this body!
The blue-black scales pierced out from under the skin and then spread like a tide. Unbelievable reactions, either macroscopic or microscopic, were constantly going on in Fengmo Zhisha's body.

He could hear his bones crackling and being reassembled and reconstructed, and the moment he was done, he would have the skeleton of another noble species... that kind of thing has a name, it's called "Dragon".

Feng Mo Zhisha is "evolving" towards dragons.

It's my family... The law enforcement officers of my family imprisoned him for 15 years, and when he escaped, he no longer knew the world.

All law enforcement officers, be damned.

Fengmo Zhisha howled, as if he wanted to vent out his 15 years of helplessness and fear. An inextinguishable fire jumped out from the bottom of his pupils and ignited his whole body.

An unknown word spirit was released, completely turning Feng Mo Zhisha into a burning man. The scorching hot magma-like fluid slid down Feng Mo Zhisha's scales and poured on the asphalt road, giving off a scorching smell.

*
"Tell me, Feng Mo Zhisha used to live here?" Su Ting got out of the car and looked at Hino Shanjiu who turned off the car behind him with a ridiculous expression, "Is their house a floor shop?"

Hinoyama was silent for a while, and replied: "It was still a residential area 15 years ago, but seven years ago, the original residential area was demolished and a shop was built."

He looked up and looked around: "There are no traces of the original here. I told you that you came here for nothing..."

The next moment, his expression immediately became restless, and he stared at a target that suddenly lit up on the opposite street, dumbfounded.

At seven o'clock in the evening, when the twilight was about to cover the streets of Tokyo, a runaway human-shaped light bulb appeared in Hino Yamahisa's vision, wantonly emitting his "light and heat".

(End of this chapter)