My name is Lu Mingfei, not Lu Mingfei!

Chapter 251 250. Red Lotus Blooms in Fire (2)

Sakurai Kogure walked down the stairs with a long knife. There were flames everywhere, the gauze curtains were burning, and the unburned playing cards were flying and turned into dust. Even though the wood used to build the Paradise Hall was specially treated and had a good Flame resistance, but if such a fire breaks into the building, it will be destroyed sooner or later.

The casino that was once prosperous was equally gorgeous when it was destroyed. Sakurai Kogure's eyes were shining with bright fire. She was blocked in the corridor leading to the upper floor of the Kukakukan. Her kimono wrapped her whole body tightly, but her back collar was It's very low. This is soft porn that Japanese people like. This way, men can easily see some unique scenery while standing behind a woman in kimono. Some people say that it's easier to put their hands in. It's so slutty that even the French have to shout. Grandmaster.

The cadres of the eight Sheqi families in fireproof suits quickly searched and arrived here. Without any special confirmation, they could easily recognize that the girl in front of them was Chaomu, one of the dragons and horses. Although she was wearing quaint and expensive twelve-year-old clothes. She was wearing a pair of nude-colored transparent high-heeled shoes, which made the long knife in her hand look like a decoration and had no lethality.

"It's not too late to surrender now." The leading captain said, "Hand over the identity of the king general and the dragon king. We still have room for maneuver."

"I first saw an amusement park when I was fourteen. Not long after the demons captured the family's prison in the mountains. As a celebration, the boss in charge of the operation invited us to take a day trip to Osaka." Sakurai Xiaomu said, "I heard that the family later built a new prison. The monastery mental hospital funded by you all vacated the most closely guarded rooms. Here I can have the sun and the sea. Why should I choose you?"

She slowly held the long cherry-red knife horizontally in front of her, expressing her position with this gesture. Her smile was sweet and commercial: "Welcome, today is the last day for the opening of the Paradise Pavilion, I will offer you a farewell The finale.”

The long sword was unsheathed. The scabbard was cherry red, and the blade was also cherry red. In this case, it was easy to think of rich blood. The wide trousers and the high heels under her feet could not affect Sakurai Kogure's mood. With no movement, she jumped down from the stairs, as light as a bird. Sparks ignited the corner of the cloud-like kimono, spinning with her. The cherry-red knife brought up vermilion blood, and no one could tell whether it was her own or that of the people around her.

The family officials who came to deal with it had no intention of killing Sakurai Kogure. She was Ryoma, and the family urgently needed to know the identities of the general and the dragon king, otherwise they would not be able to completely eradicate the fierce ghosts. However, Sakurai Kogure seemed to have no possibility of negotiation at all. She showed extremely high fighting power when she was violent. Before the first person could draw the knife, the cherry-colored long knife penetrated his chest. Sakurai Kogure almost It was someone who passed by and danced cheerfully and pulled the knife away from his back. No surgeon present could save such a serious injury.

This left the cadres with no choice but to shoot Sakurai Kogure. They drew their pistols and fired at close range. Sakurai Kogure was very fast, and her wide kimono rippled like falling flowers in the sea of ​​fire. The cadres had no way of confirming whether they had hit her. All I knew was that there would be a little bit of blood sprinkled wherever she passed. I didn't know if it was the remains of the killing on the long knife or if she was also injured.

In the sound of wood burning, Sakurai Kogure sang the ancient dragon text in a low voice. The noise in the sea of ​​fire concealed her true intention. The blood was both hers and the victim's, and her words and spirit were originally Blood is to be sacrificed.

Yan Ling·Manshu Shahua.

The blood dripping on the floor was like splashed ink, spreading out at an incredible speed. Under the guidance of some strange force, they did not flow along the cracks in the floor, but grew into a layer of blood within a few seconds. The blossoming flowers made of blood can reach half the height of a person's waist in an instant. Their leaf bands are intertwined with each other, and then curled up after unfolding. They are as thin as silk threads, and the fire cannot even ignite them.

A cadre accidentally touched the leaves of those blood flowers and immediately felt a sharp sting. He looked down and saw that his fire-proof suit had been cut open. Together with the flesh inside, those blood flowers were sharper than alchemy weapons. , covered with serrations invisible to the naked eye, enough to cut through anything that touches it.

Being cut by such a delicate thing, it should have been a small wound that wouldn't be too disturbing, but the blood on this cadre's face was rapidly decreasing and becoming paler. He tried to cover his arm with his hands, but the large amount of blood still continued. The blood spilled from the wound was like a leaky fish tank. The water pressure would open the wound wider, far exceeding the normal amount of bleeding. The blood-colored flowers grew stronger when exposed to the blood. Originally, they were only a few waist-high flowers on the ground, but now they have quickly bloomed all over the ground. The tallest ones have exceeded three meters. A patch of blood-colored flowers actually grew out of the sea of ​​​​fire.

Manjushuahua, more commonly known as the other shore flower, regardless of its real name or legend, this flower is inseparable from death. It is said that the road to Huangquan is full of blooming flowers of the other shore, and stepping through the flowers is the Forgotten River Hell on the other side. And because it is mostly red, people say that this beautiful flower is actually an evil spirit, and it grows by sucking the blood of the dead souls in hell.

So when this language spirit was discovered, it was given the name Manjushahua. Just like the legend, it grows by harvesting living creatures. Anything that comes into contact with it will be cut open, and the wound will be as if some kind of poison has been applied to it. The curse will continue to bleed until the owner dies. The blood flower formed by Manjushuahua will continue to grow through more blood. If it is not controlled, it is likely to eventually grow into a beautiful jungle of death, and no living thing will be able to approach this area.

Sakurai Kogure stopped, because there was nowhere to stay in the Paradise Hall. The bloody Manjusawa was like a nightmare plague. Once the first person was injured by it, the rapidly growing Manjusawa would spread. To others, the few cadres who broke in have already become the nourishment of Manjushahua. The blood in their bodies has been completely squeezed out, nourishing more Manjushahua. These things are not afraid of flames at all, and they grow at a terrifying speed. In these few breaths, it penetrated the wall or ceiling.

Blood fell drop by drop along Sakurai Kogure's arm. She was indeed shot by a bullet, but that was intentional. She had to hurt herself to activate the Manjusawa. The blood that fell at her feet immediately bloomed, quietly flowing along the Climbing up with her slender ankles, they can instinctively sense the source of the blood. The most terrifying thing about this language spirit is not only the growth itself, it will also kill the person who releases it. It will not be controlled at all. The only thing The best way is to kill them all without getting hurt.

It would be nice if there were rockets or grenades now, but now she only has a knife in her hand. The manjushuahua has formed into a sky-high flower bush, and the tallest one has drilled out of the ceiling to reach the roof. This is not human power at all. It can be solved.

Sakurai Kogure leaned against the corner of the wall that was rarely on fire. Her back was burning. She couldn't see the flames at all. The sky was filled with bright Manjushuahua. On the petals that were curved like cornices, those invisible underturned spikes were waiting to be fed. , rushed towards her together. She could only shrink her shoulders to protect her face, so that her appearance would not be disfigured when she died. Although she would still be extremely ugly after being drained, at least when she was still conscious, her death would not be too ugly.

The cold sword light shot directly at Sakurai Kogure, how could anyone else survive among such a large death flower! Sakurai Kogure subconsciously wanted to raise the knife, but she had lost blood for a long time after being shot. The unstoppable word spirit itself was also accelerating her blood loss. Now she didn't even have the strength to hold the knife.

The man's sword skills were extremely wild, just like swinging a field ax in the primitive jungle, but only in this violent way can he advance through the Manjushuahua bush. He had just chopped down the flowers in front of him, More new flowers and leaves rushed from behind him, but these failed to stop him.

Until he arrived in front of Sakurai Kogure, the flowers that had endured for a long time no longer had to pretend. Seven or eight petals rushed at him like knife cuts to block any possible movement of his. He gathered all the petals with his bare hands and cut them. They were torn off raw and thrown at their feet, their fingers pricked with blood.

It stands to reason that with Manshu Shahua's curse, so many wounds would be enough to bleed him to death, but he slowly took off the fox mask on his face, and the face that was comparable to a beautiful girl was still smiling, and it was hard to see. No pain at all.

"You... why are you back..." Seeing him, Sakurai Kogure was a little distracted. This kind of surprise was no less than seeing an angel falling from the sky when he was about to die.

"This is where I live. I always have to come back and take care of it." Minamoto took off her clothes and wrapped them around Sakurai Kogure. Her gorgeous set of twelve singles had been torn to pieces by Manjushahua, and they were scattered everywhere. You could see the skin soaked with blood, "It's a pity it's a little late."

"I'm sorry, I couldn't protect the Paradise Hall..." Sakurai Kogure smiled helplessly. Xiyue once said with a smile that her greatest role is to self-destruct, because the prerequisite for the activation of that kind of word spirit is to be injured. Once injured, it will be over. Manjushahua only recognizes blood but not people. Sakurai Kogure herself thinks so. She has rarely used this dangerous word spirit. Only those things that must be held in her hands are worth her efforts.

"There is no need to pay too much attention to it. It is a place destined to be destroyed. Desire, greed, and extravagance. I have never heard in history that these things can last for a long time. I just want to come back and take another look at it and see how it dies. Now that I see it, even though it’s missing some of the process, I’m already very satisfied.”

Minamoto picked up Sakurai Kogure. He gently covered Sakurai Kogure's eyes with his palm and picked up the cherry red long knife.

"Don't die, woman, I'm not tired of you yet. You said I hope everyone can be happy, so I also hope you are among the happy people. If you close your eyes before your dream can be realized, does that mean you have always been there?" Are you all lying to me?"

"No..." Sakurai Kogure replied almost subconsciously.

"Then live for me! I am a person full of greed. Regardless of the world or the lives of others, I want it all!"

Yuan Zhennu put on a fox mask, and he sang softly. The ancient language that had been lost for a long time had completely unrecognizable grammatical structure, but it had an extraordinary beauty of music. This was very rare in Longwen activation. Most of the time, it would It was as long as the sound of a giant bell being struck, but only when Yuan Jingnu used the word spirit, she seemed to sing a soft song.

A transparent realm enveloped Minamoto Girl, and the surrounding fire and explosions quickly receded, replaced by the breath of vegetation. He carried Sakurai Kogure and walked down the stairs, with a blazing pale gold flowing in his eyes, leaving behind every step. The red lotuses swirling down, and the violent fire elements were all absorbed by these red lotuses, and then gathered at the feet of Yuan Zhennu, and the flames that could burn the entire Paradise Pavilion disappeared in an instant.

"What's going on?" Crow couldn't believe his eyes. The flames were composed of dozens of tons of fuel. No fire brigade in the world dared to guarantee that they could handle this fire quickly. The explosive flames soared into the sky. It was several meters high, and it would actually be extinguished at the same time in an instant. Even the fire extinguishing bombs of the special forces would not have such an effect.

The person who answered him was the person who happened to walk out of the Kukakukan at this moment. The person was wearing a white and red fox mask and a white haori. He was like the girls playing on the street in the summer festival. It was difficult to judge. Her true identity was revealed, and she was holding an injured girl. Judging from her appearance, she looked a bit like Ryoma, codenamed Asahi, who had just been seen in the information.

Crow Yasha and Yabuki Sakura all rushed down the hillside in unison. They were both sure that they had never seen this person wearing a fox mask. They didn't know when she entered, but they knew that she was definitely their enemy and would hold her in her arms. The fierce ghosts and dragons and horses are not just some cadres of the family who have suddenly taken advantage of the situation. If he acts as a hero to save the beauty in this situation, he is still an enemy, unless he wants to be skinned.

The crow shoots with a gun, Yasha criss-crosses with a knife in his left hand and a pistol in the right, and Sakura Yabuki shoots spinning darts. The three of them are all close ministers of Minamoto no child. They cooperate very well and seal the space around Minamoto no child without communication. I want to leave as many people alive as possible for questioning.

Faced with their siege, the young girl didn't stop at all. He kept his steps consistent. The flame as bright as the sun suddenly bloomed close to the three of them, as if someone secretly threw a flare so close. .

There was no sound, no explosion, just a huge amount of flames. That kind of burning seemed to violate some physical laws, but its destructive power was absolutely consistent with the flames. The sweeping storm hit the ground, forcing the ministers to fall to the ground. Climb down, or the impact would be enough to break their hearts.

When they opened their eyes again, the man with the fox mask was gone.