An Infinite Journey From the Sea of ​​Stones

But even so, the payment is still not directly proportional to the income. It can be said that every time the hell live broadcast Yunjuan is a loss-making business.

But that's business, isn't it?

If there is no upfront investment to put these funds into the seemingly bottomless water, you will not be able to wait for the huge benefits later.

"About a few hours..." Yunjuan said softly

"Let those who came in run around in circles, and don't let them approach our execution ground."

Jianzi remained silent, but lightly played the shamisen a few times, and the entire space of Sensoji Temple seemed to undergo some kind of transformation at this moment.

ps: Let me ask, is it better to post chapters at [-] o'clock or [-] o'clock - I feel that there is no bullet screen at [-] o'clock..... Try to post at [-]:[-] tomorrow?

18. Salary Killer

Kishimoto screamed like a headless chicken and ran wildly like a headless chicken in the extremely terrifying Sensoji Temple in the dark night.

"How could this be?! How could such a damn thing happen!!!"

Kishimoto screamed like crazy while running, he never thought that he would have such an encounter.

"Shit, it's all a pile of shit!!!"

It's just a low breed whose ancestors have been civilians for three generations, it's just a wild dog that no one cares about when it dies on the side of the road, it's just a piece of garbage that digs food in the ground, without them elites can't even eat .

Such a person, why would he exchange his life for his own?

A noble elite like him should be the master of this country and be the one who enjoys all the privileges!How could an elite like him be within the reach of that kind of trash with lowly blood!

How could he, how could he be treated like this——

Calm down, he must be calm!

The more it is at this time, the more you can't be dominated by fear. First of all, you must figure out where he is now, and then you must find a way to get out of here.

After calming down, Mr. Kishimoto stopped running wildly and looked around while panting heavily. When he saw the iconic five-storied pagoda, he immediately understood that he was in Sensoji Temple.

According to the inference of the location, I should be near the Ertianmen now. If so, it is not too far to escape from here!

As long as you pass through the main hall, run through the treasure gate, and pass through the commercial street of "Nakamise", you will arrive at Kaminarimon, and you can escape from here!

Yes, you must be calm, calm is the only way to survive!

Taking a deep breath, Mr. Kishimoto quickly determined his position, and immediately prepared to run in the direction of leaving here.

However, when he was about to turn around, a shadow was cast in front of him.

It was a tall figure in overalls with splashes of cement, a yellow construction cap on his head, a pale hockey mask on his face, and a basket of extremely sharp steel bars on his back. A sharp hacksaw is wrapped around his right hand!

He doesn't look like a life-threatening evil spirit, but he looks like a murderous boy from Crystal Lake.

However, whether it is a crawling pale ghost or a murderous maniac who is sharpening his knife, in this situation, what they symbolize is only endless fear.

The terrifying murderer tilted his head slightly, and then approached Mr. Kishimoto step by step. The hacksaw and steel bars were dragged by him on the ground, and dazzling sparks erupted. Countless scarlet blood dripped from the bottom of the trousers.

"Ahhhh!!!!"

Kishimoto turned his head and ran away screaming like a little girl. He didn't dare to look behind him, but he still heard the footsteps that seemed to be getting closer...

call out! ! !

A terrifying sound of breaking through the air almost passed Mr. Kishimoto's ears. He turned his head and saw a person passing through the building on the other side had his chest pierced by a sharpened steel bar, howling. It was nailed in place!

Seeing the plasma flowing down the huge wound, Mr. Kishimoto's face was so pale that he almost vomited it out!

He tried his best to control this strong physiological impulse, and ran forward desperately under the urging of fear and desire to survive.

Behind him came the sound of cutting flesh one after another. The disgusting sound of the hacksaw cutting flesh made the fear and shadow in his heart even bigger. Every sound that sounded was like a soup pot of hell. The sound of opening the lid to him once.

"Help me! Master, don't, woo!!!"

He vaguely remembered that person seemed to be an effective backbone of his company. He once helped Mr. Kishimoto to take down a lot of troubles caused by workers and families who were unwilling to relocate. He could deal with both legal frame-ups and illegal activities. It's very good, and it used to be one of the best tools in my hands.

But Mr. Kishimoto doesn't remember his name at all now, besides, it's just his dog.

No matter how useful a dog is, it's just a dog.

At this time, Mr. Kishimoto felt extremely regretful in his heart!

He began to regret why he owed the wages of those workers, and why he was so stingy and procrastinated on this small amount of money!

No...it's not his fault!

It was his parents, it was his previous generation who taught him this way!He just learned these things and imitated them!

Even those who learn to repent only in the midst of horrific despair are often quick to lay the blame of their repentance on others.

After all, at its root, these dregs themselves do not have the ability to reflect on themselves.

Kishimoto, who ran away screaming, rushed all the way across the long stone road in front of him. In front of him was the treasure gate where the statue of King Ni was standing, but when he turned over this road, he bumped into a middle-aged woman.

"Are you blind... Mother?!"

After cursing, Mr. Kishimoto saw the woman who fell on the ground clearly, he yelled in surprise and joy, and then hurriedly pulled her up.

"Does what you say here mean that father..."

"I don't know! I was caught playing cards with Mrs. Morimoto and the others!" Mrs. Kishimoto's face was pale, and she caught her unreliable son like a drowning fish

"Hurry up, son, let's get out of here quickly..."

At this moment, Mr. Kishimoto heard the familiar sound of hacksaws rubbing against each other. Diagonally behind him, the terrifying murderer was rubbing the hacksaw in his hand, slowly moving under the cold moonlight and mist. Come slowly.

Kishimoto screamed, and almost instinctively pushed his mother to run away!But after running tens of meters, he seemed to have reacted, stopped and turned back with a pale face.

His mother screamed and was grabbed by the murderer's hair. Only then did he realize that there was a human head hanging from the murderer's waist.The cold-blooded murderer pierced Mrs. Kishimoto's throat with a steel bar, then raised the blood-stained hacksaw and swung it down!

The strong stimulation of disembowelling made Kishimoto finally vomit uncontrollably, but then the strong desire to survive made him scream and run away.

Not his fault!It's the murderer's fault!It's the fault of those pariahs!It's the fault of those restless guys!

As he ran through the treasure gate and stepped up the long stone steps, he put the horror behind him and shifted the responsibility to others.

He ran wildly in the commercial street on both sides of Zhongjianshi. The dark shops on both sides were empty, but every mirror seemed to reflect a distorted and terrifying human face!

Soon!Soon!He had already seen the towering Kaminarimon!He had already seen the sea of ​​light with red and blue police lights flashing!

He is about to be saved!I'm about to get out of this horrible hell!

The endless joy of the rest of his life surged in his heart, but it is a pity that in this world, extreme joy always gives rise to sorrow.

In other words, it is the real despair to be unable to step in the moment before you are about to step into hope.

Pfft! ! !

Mr. Kishimoto felt his ankle go cold, and then the sense of imbalance that spread with the severe pain caused him to fall to the ground in an instant!His right leg was penetrated by steel bars, and he was only 50 meters away from escaping!

The terrifying murderer appeared not far behind him again, but this time, he threw a person more familiar to Mr. Kishimoto in front of him.

His father, who was also pierced through his right leg, was pale, and there was a rusty kitchen knife that fell between them.

"Remember! Your main task this time is to capture the target alive! You can kill them if necessary! Rescuing the hostages is only the third most important goal!"

The deputy director of the Metropolitan Police Department and the main action of this mission will only be Fukuzawa Toto, through the walkie-talkie, once again reminding the special operations forces who are about to break into Sensoji Temple!

Rescuing the hostages is not important, it doesn't even matter if those people died inside, the important thing is to get those samples!

Those samples of extraordinary power!Those samples that touch the soul world!

This death order was issued not only by the old men in Congress, but also by Liberty City on the other side of the ocean.

To be honest, Fu Zedu didn't care whether the hostages were dead or not!

His eager eyes are always looking at the shadowy figure on the five-storied tower. As long as he catches him, his official career will be a great success and a step further!

He couldn't escape, the surrounding area of ​​Sensoji Temple was completely surrounded!Although no 'Master of Mysticism' could be invited due to the rush of time, the physical blockade of Fukuzawa Du thinks it is enough!

What kind of shit gods and ghosts, if they have enough firepower, they are just a pile of rotten meat!

Adhering to such thoughts and thoughts, Fukuzawa Du confidently commanded the troops to make a surprise attack. However, whether it was the airborne troops or the land assault troops, the moment they entered Sensoji Temple——

"Report! Something is wrong—"

"This is not the scheduled airdrop location, this is—"

"Here~~~~"

From the other end of the walkie-talkie, there were only the panicked voices of the action team members and the noise of electrical failure. Fukuzawa Du's face changed slightly, and he shouted loudly into the walkie-talkie

"What's going on! Report the news! Report the news!"

On the other end of the walkie-talkie, there was only the voice of the mournful and clear shamisen.

This mournful voice seemed so eerie and terrifying under the circumstances, Fuzedu's face turned pale, and he dropped the walkie-talkie to the ground by mistake.

Only the sound of the mournful shamisen rang non-stop.

"You are getting more and more proficient at mastering abilities."

Yunjuan said in admiration to Miko, who was quietly playing the shamisen, that this ability undoubtedly belonged to her "hell girl".

As a weird carrier, it has the ability to operate in the space covered by weird.

These weirdnesses, whether it is the Thirteen Staircases and the Grudge captured by Yunjuan, or the videotape of the Midnight Ring that was revealed outside, all have a special trigger condition.

As long as the conditions are triggered, within a certain range or within a certain period of time, they will gain a power that is almost like home court advantage. Here, they are far stronger than the outside world!

Now, Jianzi has successfully turned the entire Sensoji Temple into her weird home field through the weird curse of 30 people's hell communications.

The shamisen song she played was called Hell Change, and the name of the song was not important, but now she was wantonly twisting and rotating the entire space of Sensoji Temple.

Those airborne assault troops fell to the sky under distorted fear, and those assault troops were teleported to the roof the moment they stepped into Sensoji Temple in the distorted space.

The ground under their feet is changing every moment, and the angle of advancement is changing every minute and every second. In their eyes, the world of Sensoji Temple seems to be in a changeable three-dimensional space. Everything seemed grotesque!

This is just a weird space that can be distorted by the hell communication of thirty people.

Yunjuan is looking forward to more and more sinful souls being sacrificed, and whether Jianzi can use this strange power to do more powerful things.

Miko didn't say a word, just playing the shamisen lightly.

Yun Juan looked down, where a unique father-son fight was going on.

19. Justice for the dead and the present stand

The father and himself who were also seriously injured fell here, a rusty kitchen knife fell in front of them, behind them was the approaching murderer, and in front of them was the hope of escaping.

These metaphors seem self-evident as to what they do.The messenger of hell who dominates everything is probably watching the father and son behind the scenes with a smile, waiting for them to make a choice in front of the whole world!

Mr. Kishimoto's expression hesitated. He knew that if he killed his father here and threw it to the killer, it would definitely buy him more time to escape from here. This place is only one step away from Kaminarimon, and the sound of the siren outside is already clear here. It can be heard that as long as he escapes, he will be able to escape alive!

But, that was his father after all, that was...

"Calm down, son! We can escape together, as long as we work together..."

Kishimoto listened silently to his father's calm instruction as always, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of his father's hand stretching towards the kitchen knife in the middle...

Can't let him get it!

Almost irritated, he roared and rushed over to avoid the rusty kitchen knife, and then wrestled with his father!

"You unfilial son!!!"

Seeing his behavior exposed, the father roared and started beating his son!

This father and son are indeed out-and-out beasts, or in other words, are they out-and-out capitalists?

They would rather spend the money that workers deserve than pay normal wages. Such people are not monsters, but capitalists, and they are more disgusting than monsters.Cannibalism of monsters can be regarded as a physiological need at least, while human cannibalism may sometimes be just to see the other party's miserable appearance so as to gain a sense of superiority.

Yun Juan watched the father and son killing each other with a smile, and gently pushed his glasses, only endless joy in his eyes.

This is what he likes the most!Peel off the so-called upper-class skin of these self-proclaimed civilized scumbags, and then let people see their most despicable essence, and finally...

Let them fall into despair!

When the killer approached them ten meters away, Mr. Kishimoto finally grabbed the kitchen knife and stabbed it fiercely into his father's arms. While continuously dropping the attacks in his hand, he roared like a hysterical lunatic!

After stabbing more than a dozen times in a row, when his father didn't move any more, Kishimoto gasped and dropped the kitchen knife in his hand.

He couldn't wait to throw the body to the terrifying murderer, and then crawled towards Leimen's door like a bug!