I became the sun god.

Chapter 151 The boy in the sewer
If you want to find the most cyberpunk place on earth.

Probably besides Hong Kong is Fuso.

As night fell, a large number of neon lights dotted the night sky, and a faint smoke filled the air.

The entire city of Kyoto is filled with a psychedelic feeling unique to cyberpunk.

In a country where the aging of the population is getting worse and young people are lying flat enough to marry inflatable dolls, the polarization of cyberpunk has already begun to show signs.

People in the upper class can enjoy all the top services of Fuso.

As for the bottom people?

Some don't even have a place to live, and live like rats in the sewers.

Some of them appear most often in dark and damp alleys.

Because only here, there is no bullying and struggle for survival.

But in such an alley, a burly figure leaned weakly against the cold wall.

There were two famous knives hanging from the figure's waist, one long and one short.

However, both his famous knife and his body were covered with dark red cracks like burnt charcoal.

Hot blood flowed out continuously, and soon formed a pool of steaming blood under his body.

"Cough cough cough... are you worthy of being a god?"

"Just a will, almost shattered my physical body."

In the dark and damp alley, Miyamotogawa murmured weakly to himself.

Galewind Swordsman is online!
Going online means residual blood, or even a dying state!
The reason why Qin Ran chose to appear here was mainly because he discovered some interesting things.

"If it can be used well, the plan can go smoothly."

"It all depends on whether this little guy chosen by God has the kind of virtue I expect in his heart."

Qin Ran chuckled in his heart, and then the breath of life became weaker and weaker.

Even someone as strong as Miyamoto Chuan fainted in this dark alley under the power of Amaterasu Omisami.

"Brother, that person is not moving."

"Should we... want to save him?"

"He could have died here if he continued to bleed."

Not long after Miyamotochuan completely lost consciousness, the manhole cover of the sewer was carefully pushed away by a pair of small hands.

A little girl with a ponytail looked at Miyamotogawa timidly and distressedly with dark eyes.

"no!"

"He... he will cause us trouble!"

"Now those people are looking for us everywhere, we can hide here to be safe."

"But if this person brings us trouble, the whole of Kyoto won't be able to tolerate us at all."

"The two of us are penniless, and we can't escape the pursuit of those people at all."

Just as the little girl finished speaking, a cold male voice suddenly sounded.

Although the voice was pretending to be indifferent, the immaturity in it couldn't be concealed no matter what.

Even apart from immaturity, there was a bit of hesitation and hesitation in the voice.

"But brother...he doesn't seem to be those people."

"Those people either wore suits or had all kinds of tattoos on their bodies."

"This...uncle?"

"This uncle seems to be a warrior!"

Although her brother scolded herself, the little girl didn't show any fear, on the contrary, she was a little bit more courageous.

In Rouzi's heart, the place where there is brother is the safest place.

No matter what happens, the older brother will protect himself.

Even if it was the organization that resells children and organs, didn't my brother escape with himself?

"warrior……"

"There are no warriors, they are all liars."

"Rouzi, come back quickly, just hide here, I'll deal with that person."

The boy's tone was still tough, and he pulled Rouzi into the sewer without any doubt.

Rouzi smiled sweetly, and returned to the sewer obediently.

After a while, a boy about sixteen or seventeen years old crawled over cautiously.

Under the cover of the night, the boy quietly came to Miyamoto Chuan, and said to himself dissatisfied:

"It means that Rouzi saw it, otherwise I wouldn't care about you."

"What a troublesome guy..."

"Nani?"

"How did this guy get so badly injured?"

The young man's muttering didn't last long. After seeing Miyamotogawa's injury, the young face was already filled with horror.

"Is this escape from the crematorium?"

Looking at Miyamoto Chuan, who was covered in scorched black, with blood and flesh cracks in the scorched black, the boy couldn't help but gasped.

What happened to cause such scars.

And... just not dead?
After being shocked for a while, the boy finally realized, and his tone became much softer unconsciously:

"Okay, Uncle Samurai."

"Although I don't know who you are, it's clear that you can't survive."

"Although I'm not a good person, since I saw you, I won't let you die in the wilderness."

The boy glanced back at the sewer, lowered his voice and said:
"Rouzi, I'll take Uncle Samurai to the gate of the hospital."

"You must be careful yourself, and don't make any noise until I come back."

"I know brother."

Rouzi's voice sounded softly.

The young man nodded slightly, and with some thin body, carried Miyamoto on his back with difficulty.

"Hiss...so hot!"

"Is this the temperature of the hot water?"

As soon as he carried Miyamotogawa on his back, the boy felt a wave of heat hit him, and his whole body was in excruciating pain.

But thinking of his promise to let the uncle be buried in peace, the boy gritted his teeth and walked towards the park not far away, enduring the pain.

He lied to his sister.

There is no hospital nearby, and it is impossible for the uncle to survive with such an injury.

But he didn't want Rouzi to know about life and death.

Such deception is the best option.

stomping on...

Stumbling and stepping in the foul-smelling ditch, the young man gritted his teeth and gradually disappeared into the night.

The blood belonging to the extraordinary was spattered all over the place.

Half an hour later, in the nearby abandoned park, the boy knelt on the ground and kept digging the grass with a sharp stone.

A hole the size of a person was gradually dug out by the young man.

It wasn't until the boy was exhausted that a grave enough to bury a person was dug out.

"Phew... it's finally healed."

"Uncle is not angry anymore... then let the ashes return to the ashes here."

"Although I don't know who you are or what you've been through, I still have to say it."

"Goodbye, uncle."

With a serious expression on his face, the young man buried Miyamoto River in the deep pit, and leveled the soil.

After all this was done, the boy hurriedly prepared to leave after bowing.

But before the boy could take a few steps, a playful figure made him feel cold all over:
"Boy, I got you."

(End of this chapter)