Sauichiro: rebuilding Ashina from the obliteration of the pillar

Chapter 121 Ghost King Genichiro
After the mocking ghost pill flew away, Genichiro passed the ghost Buddha and went directly to the secret Buddhist hall in the deepest part of Hirata's mansion.

Before the scene completely changed, the incompatible spicy wisteria fragrance and the smell of corrupt blood rushed into his nostrils.

What followed was a variety of meaningless groans and wailings, which sounded like beasts begging the hunter for mercy.

For a moment, Genichiro thought he had come to Yanan.

Soon, the brief darkness during the Buddha crossing completely dissipated, and the underground Buddhist hall was bright, and everything came into view.

Opposite the huge Buddha statue, an iron cage with bright lights reflected (yes, I don’t know why, the Hirata mansion is electrified) was placed next to the wall, and the five captured supernatural ghosts Huddled in the corner of the cage, like a slave whose spine was broken, one by one huddled together to keep warm.

They were obviously afraid of something other than the wisteria flower sap steaming outside the cage.

For example, the owner here, Dao Ce.

"Is it Genichiro-sama? Please wait a moment."

Dao Ce, the partner in his previous life, the inventor of Bian Ruo Zha and Red Ghost, was standing busy on the side of a row of raised wooden beds, and greeted Genichiro without looking back. critical moment.

However, when his ethereal voice resembling Buddha's chanting resounded between the walls and pillars, whether it was the human experiment subject on the wooden bed or the supernatural ghosts in the cage, their bodies trembled instinctively.

In the past night, Tao Ce must have caused them a lot of mental trauma.

"Help me! Please help me!"

The man on a wooden bed suddenly cried loudly.

He seemed to think that Xian Yilang was a child, so he would feel compassion for him, and cried out with tears: "This guy is not human! He is an evil ghost! He is worse than an evil ghost!"

"Help me! Or kill me! I don't want to stay here anymore!"

"Please! Help me! Help me!"

The man's body struggled violently, like a fish that was knocked but not killed.

He only had a bloody crotch all over his body, and his limbs and neck were tightly bound by iron rings. His desperate movements could do nothing but add a few worn wounds to his joints.

When the ghosts in the cage heard the man's cries, they shot a few sullen glances, obviously agreeing with the human being's statement.

The strange man who tormented them all night with his face covered was scarier than a ghost.

Just look at the "meat paste" on the wooden bed at the far end, and the mixture of wisteria flowers and human blood in their stomachs can also prove it.

Have you ever seen a ghost melt and have diarrhea at the same time?
They have seen it.

At this time, both humans and ghosts have already collapsed, so there is no mood to resist.I just hope today is better than last night.

"..."

Looking at the lifeless ghosts and those trembling humans, Genichiro unconsciously lowered his eyebrows.

Last night, Sase Shinichi took Ranba and Thunder Dog to bloodbath the knife tester's headquarters in Tokyo - a hotel located in a semi-busy area, leaving only the store as a "witness", and the answer followed questions from foreign journalists.

After all, no matter whether it is Luanbozhong or Guyingzhong, they are not human after wearing uniforms.

Among them, those descendants of warriors who were not good at swordsmanship and not strong enough were killed on the spot.

Only the few guys in front of me, in view of their heroic performance in resisting the chaotic crowd, were brought back by Sase Shinobu as test subjects, which was regarded as a reward for passing the test.

According to Xianichiro's simple understanding, the stronger the human being, the better the ability to accept ghost blood.So these people will survive.Of course, they might wish they were dead more now.

Xianichiro glanced at those wooden beds, with a cold indifference in his eyes, he didn't care about their lives at all.

These knife testers always reminded him of the tragedies of his parents, siblings, and they were nothing more than samurai scum who specialized in attacking those who were powerless to resist.

Even Butterfly Ninja felt murderous toward them, not to mention Genichiro who had no sense of belonging to human beings.

"Tell him to keep his voice down."

Following Xianichiro's order, a research monk of Xianfeng Temple walked out from the recording table with his arms down, without saying a word, he slapped the man's mouth.

That's an iron palm that can bounce wedges hard!

Although the man's lips were intact, the lower teeth were cracked in pieces. He could only close his mouth tightly to prevent the sharp edges from being swallowed by himself.

If he accidentally cut his own throat or something, thinking about the pain would be enough to make him despair—it might not be possible to achieve his goal of suicide.

After finishing all this, the research monk calmly went back to write the record report, but the skillful and smooth movements made people feel flustered.

"Where did this monk come from..."

A ghost complained in a low voice, and the rest felt the same way.

Although the monks of Xianfeng Temple are monks, they have long since stopped worshiping the Buddha, and instead worshiped the cherry dragon.

Under the temptation of immortality, they have long since lost even a little bit of compassion. Whether it is the experiment of changing into an imperial child or the transformation of centipedes, they are all more bloody than what they have done before them.

Genichiro shook his head, temporarily expelling his bad feeling towards Xianfeng Temple and his own conscience.

【They are my people now. 】

[I am not much better than them. 】

After figuring out those things, Genichiro quietly came behind Dao Ce, and found that the person lying on this wooden bed was the descendant of the imperial sword tester who was almost smashed to death by Butterfly Ninja last time in Arakawa District: Yamada.

It was he who contributed to Genichiro the saber bestowed by the emperor that could make a big fuss; it was also he who betrayed all the fellow sword testers and a lot of "customer" information.

Now he was staring at the ceiling with a dazed look, looking like he was being bullied by others, his nose broken by Butterfly Ninja lay crookedly on his face.

Dotzer was sticking a needle into his carotid artery, slowly pushing the dark red liquid from the syringe into it.

Xianichiro remembered that the original ghost king's blood he got from Li was a bright red color that was more beautiful than wine.

Then what Dao Ce injected should be the system-modified blood, and the dose was about five or six drops.

Although he had obtained the remodeled ghost king's blood since he killed the first ghost, Genichiro had never tried its specific use for fear of unpredictable consequences.

But now there are plenty of researchers, research materials, and samples to be studied, so there are naturally fewer worries.

[I just don't know what effect it will have...]

At the moment Genichiro felt a strong curiosity, Yamada's originally numb expression suddenly changed!

The modified ghost king's blood had an effect!
Yamada's dilated pupils became smaller and smaller until they shrunk down to pinhole-like dots, and his irises also faded into a beast-like amber color. The collapsed nose visibly bulged again, and many folds were added out of thin air, as if he was angry wolf.

Then, the blood vessels all over his body suddenly swelled up exaggeratedly, the original blue-purple veins visibly changed into terrifying dark black, and the slender body hair quickly became thick, long and thick, covering the blue-gray skin like animal fur. On the skin, it looks like it has been infected with the lycanthropy in "Blood Curse".

A sound thicker than that of a lion and a tiger exploded from his throat, and the muscles of his limbs, torso and neck visibly thickened, and the five iron rings used to confine him creaked!

"He finally turned into a ghost!"

Dao Ce's two exposed eyes burst into strange light, "It didn't collapse this time! Finally, there is a successful example!"

Xianichiro suddenly understood, probably understood what happened to the puddle of meat paste over there, it was probably the product of the failure of ghost transformation.

However, Yamada's physical expansion was not over yet, and the iron rings that were overwhelmed by the weight still failed to support them, and were directly broken by the hard muscles!
Yamada breaks free!
"This is... what is this! This power..."

He stretched out his hand and crushed the iron ring into pieces with ease. The crunching sound and strong grip made him feel unprecedentedly confident.

Being able to break steel, it is obvious that his physical fitness has already surpassed that of ordinary humans.

He is more than ten times stronger than his former self!
Not sure what that scary masked man did to his body, but definitely an unexpectedly good thing!

Then, Yamada's vicious and cruel eyes immediately aimed at Genichiro beside the bed.

He still remembered that it was this kid who ruined their business on that small road, causing him to suffer all kinds of inhuman tortures during this period of time.

Although he looks much taller, he will not admit his mistake!
"Very good! Let's start with you!"

Next, there was the short woman who broke the bridge of his nose!
He's going to break that woman into eight pieces!Smash her into a pulp!That's how you get out of this bad breath!
Yamada swung his strong right arm, and a sharp bone spur squeezed out from under the forearm like a mantis jackknife, like a broad western knight's sword, stabbing straight at Genichiro!
"careful!"

Dao Ce raised his voice immediately.

It's just that for some reason, Genichiro didn't intend to resist or escape.

Instead, Genichiro suddenly showed a look of enlightenment, and stood there as if in a daze.

Seeing this, Dao Ce immediately planned to use Xianfeng Temple's boxing technique to deflect Yamada's attack...

But at this moment, Yamada's right hand stopped in place without warning, like a horse being tightened.

The blood-stained bone spur stopped less than ten centimeters in front of Genichiro, unable to advance half an inch, as if the pause button was pressed.

What also stopped was Yamada's entire body. He maintained the posture of getting up from the bed, like an exaggerated statue.

The self-confidence that was unprecedentedly inflated a few seconds ago was instantly replaced by endless fear.

For some reason, he lost control of his body.

The ominous premonition began to rampage upwards from his tailbone ghost, and the body hair on his back stood up involuntarily.

He subconsciously looked at Dao Ce, but Dao Ce was just like him, with confusion in his eyes, as if he saw some imperfect work.

Then, he shifted his gaze to that nasty kid, and a sense of horror boiled in his blood all over his body.

It's him!

What did he do!
I can't fight him!

"Is this the basis for Onimai Tsuji to treat his subordinates cruelly?"

Genichiro didn't speak, but the voice sounded directly in Yamada's head, more real than what he heard with his ears.

"Well then, let me try..."

Genichiro stretched out his index finger and commanded Yamada, "Chop off your head."

"……Yes!"

Yamada opened his mouth with difficulty, and the sharp bone blade slashed towards his neck uncontrollably.

A huge head fell to the ground, but consciousness did not stop there.

His downcast eyes saw Genichiro showing a satisfied smile.

　one more chapter soon

　　
　
(End of this chapter)