Apocalyptic Forecast

I found you~

　　 Gentle and joyful, as if the hide-and-seek game is over.

　　 The **** evil spirit rose from the darkness, back and forth, raised his hands on the ugly shoulders, the handsome and terrifying face looked forward, and looked at her face.

　　 smile.

　　 The dark eyes seemed to be filled with the essence of the abyss, with a ferocious light.

When 　　 was staring at those eyes, all courage was rapidly dissipating, because there was endless darkness rising and engulfing everything.

　　 is like suppression from the top of the food chain.

　　 Under the gentle touch of the palms of both hands, all the power was collapsed.

　　 Ugly stayed in place, his lips pursed, only feeling the rapid stiffness of his whole body, making it difficult to move.

I can only feel the palms of the hands pressing on the shoulders slowly groping upwards, touching her skin and sweat a little bit, moving up from the neck, gently stroking her cheeks, mouth, nose, and eyes. .

　　 explores the division of texture and bones.

　　 is like a barber preparing for his job.

　　 is in the ear, asking questions kindly.

"What is your name?"

　　 The voice was neither dignified nor cold, just like the kind greetings of strangers when they first met, and even included a self-introduction.

　　 "My name is Huai Zhi Mo Zi, how about you?"

What's your name?

　　'S low-pitched words echoed in her consciousness and soul, as if an iron drill was shaking her brain, spreading waves of fear and tremor, tearing the psychological line of defense, forcing her to answer.

"……ugly."

　　 The ninja of the dragon crowd replied with a trembling voice.

"Ugly?" The gentle hands stroking her cheeks paused for a moment, and couldn't help complaining: "It doesn't feel ugly, but is it a code name? Zi Chou Yinmao... Cow? It's really not a good idea for women to use this title. Polite. How old are you?"

　　 "Thirty, thirty-one..."

　　 "It's older than me."

　　 The gentle voice in the ear stroked her hair, and asked curiously: "Have you ever done hair?"

"No."

　　 "What about skin care?"

　　 "I...I have learned a little by myself."

　　 "It's a little too casual, the sun marks are heavy, there are already crow's feet."

　　 The demon-like voice exclaimed: "Clean up, it will be the kind and beautiful big sister."

　　 praised the enemy in front of her from the heart, not out of pity, nor for other reasons, as if she hadn't noticed her fat weight.

　　 Such sincere praise is like the dew in a desperate situation. Even though it is clear that this may be a trick of the enemy, it is still unable to resist, and even involuntarily... a trace of gratitude is produced.

　　 Is this the devil?

　　 At that moment, she felt the coldness of the blade wandering between her neck, and the fatal death was close at hand, and she couldn't help holding her breath.

　　 Close your eyes.

　　As a ninja who collects money and sells her life, she has already expected this day to come, but for some reason, she has already regarded death as home.

　　 don't want to die.

　　Because they were praised, praised by others.

　　 For the first time in my life, as a woman, I was admired by others.

　　 A ray of tears leaked from the corner of her eyes, and she raised her head, waiting for the ending. But the blade just wandered around her neck and ears, coming and going softly.

　　 Until she opened her eyes, she saw the iron mirror slowly growing in front of her.

　　 Reflected the tragic blood, the beautiful and terrifying figure, and at the very front, the stunned woman.

　　 It's hard to imagine, just a simple break of the hairstyle, and it almost...renewed!

　　 The round cheeks were still pale, and the long hair that had been simply combed slipped from the side of the ears, covering the scars on the cheeks. Fingers stained with scarlet rubbed across her lips, adding a dazzling color to the dull face.

　　 "How is it? Is it pleasing to the eye a lot?"

　　 Huaizhi Mozi leaned over, pressed it to her ear, and smiled softly: "It seems that my craftsmanship is not bad."

　　 cannot deny her skill.

　　 can't deny that the smile in the mirror can't help but be so familiar.

　　 That is her own!

　　 I can’t imagine why the self in the mirror who is not a ninja is so beautiful and happy. I dare not imagine that such a possibility and the future will exist.

　　 "...enough, enough."

　　 gazed ugly at his face, raised his hand, covering his face, "please don't torture me anymore!"

　　 A dream that is destined to be unfulfilled, nothing in this world is more cruel than this.

　　 She closed her eyes in despair, not daring to look again.

　　 "Kill me, Miss Paper... please kill me!"

"Maybe I will, but not now—" Huaizhi Mozi lowered her head and whispered in her ear: "There are some things you didn't tell me, right? Ugly, the matter between us is not over yet. I want it now. Once I left, it would be too irresponsible..."

　　 Accompanied by soft words, desperate coldness emerged from his heart, freezing his soul every inch.

　　 coldly and ferociously enveloped her.

　　 dominate the soul.

"where is this place?"

　　 "...The secret ritual passed down by the earth dragons from generation to generation. In the time of demons, a man-made closed hell."

"What about the target? Me? To kill me, it would be too gentle to use this kind of thing?"

　　 "It's Satomi Maki. The employer spent a lot of money and wants to kidnap her and let you work for him."

　　 "Where is the employer?" Huaishi asked, "Who is it?"

　　 At this moment, a trace of hesitation appeared in Ugly's heart, and the remaining persistence and guidelines of the ninja blocked the words that he blurted out subconsciously.

　　 Under the gaze of those calm eyes, all lies and concealment become meaningless.

　　 She whispered her lips, and squeezed out her voice with difficulty: "It's not clean in there."

　　 For an instant, Huai Shi was stunned.

　　 is now one of the candidates to be the master of the house,

　　 At the same time, he is also the person in charge of the Tateyama Group, Satomi’s largest physical industry, and the man who holds the financial power of the Satomi family. It has close technological exchanges with Luming Pavilion and Minerva in Rome.

　　If it were him, it would indeed be possible to master Maki's whereabouts and hire elite ninjas to serve him.

　　 But, the goal is to control yourself through Maki?

　　Is it too dazzling in the Demon Slayer Contest, or was it because of the aftermath of the big uproar he had in Nara the night before?

　　 He sighed, lowered his head, and stared at the silently tearful ninja with his face in the mirror like dead gray, and gently patted her shoulder with his hands.

　　 "Don't blame yourself, it's not your fault... It's just because I used a despicable method."

　　 Behind her ears, there are small scars cut by the blade of resentment and the spear of compassion.

　　 has poisoned the hunting species that is difficult to resist. Under the entanglement of human resentment and suffering, he can't help but yearn for liberation. Being able to persist for such a long time is already an iron-like mind.

　　 When the interrogation came to an end, the nightmare finally disappeared.

　　 "Finally... is it over?"

　　 murmured ugly, looking at the broken iron mirror in front of him, and the split face in the mirror, with a bleak smile.

　　 At the moment when she said the name of her employer, whether it was this nightmare or the ninja career that she had devoted her life to, it had come to an end.

　　 At the end, there are things that can be done as a ninja.

　　At that moment, the courage that was finally germinated ignited the ashes in the soul, causing her limbs to spring back like a snake, clinging to the figure that was close at hand.

　　 Then, the fat body began to swell rapidly. Following the mystery engraved in the bones, all fats are rapidly transforming into deadly fats and even more deadly... Nitroglycerin!

　　 The friction of the flint on the upper and lower molars injected sparks into death and ignited everything.

　　 She closed her eyes and said goodbye to the enemy behind her.

　　 "Thank you, Miss Huaizhi."

　　 The terrifying flame burst out in an instant, and the dazzling light swallowed everything. When the blazing high temperature and air waves swept past, the entire haunted house suddenly shook. The chaotic air pressure triggered a hurricane, breaking through the interference of layers of secret instruments, and passing the news of the ugly death to the ears of every companion.

　　 At the same time, it also made the earth dragons stunned.

　　 In less than three minutes, the Ugly who is best at war of attrition among them is dead? And it was forced to use such a tragic way to bring them the final reminder.

　　 In the core of the secret instrument of the Evil Time, the old ‘zi’ slowly raised his head, staring in amazement at the rapidly spreading darkness that even the host could not see through.

　　 There is also the slender figure slowly emerging from the burning morgue.

　　 That beautiful face was unscathed.

　　 still has a chilling smile.

　　 seemed to be aware of where he was, and the corners of his mouth curled up and smiled softly.

　　 "The plan failed—"

　　 At this moment ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the son made the most correct decision in his life, and shouted vigorously: "After I break, all my staff will retreat!"

　　 Unfortunately, it's too late.

　　 The momentary shadow burial shuttles, breaking through the shackles of ugliness, avoiding the deadly impact caused by the explosion of hundreds of catties of nitroglycerin, and calmly stepping out of the sea of ​​flames.

　　 As the woman moved forward, everyone felt that the billowing darkness that could not be noticed by the naked eye spread from her body, sweeping violently in all directions.

　　 "Man-made hell?"

　　 Huai Shi sighed softly: "It's still too small, right?"

　　 At that instant, the darkness and violent unfolding of the Bone Sanctuary, from the inside out, infiltrated and invaded the secret instrument of the time of magic. The terrifying shadow fused with the wreckage of the ruler spread everywhere.

　　 Anti-guest is the main thing, instantly eroding the entire secret instrument, even relying on the power of the secret instrument to break through the limits of its own scale, completely eroding and controlling this miniature hell.

　　 turned everything in this secret instrument into his own temple.

　　The temple of death.

　　 Now, everything in the entire haunted house has fallen into the control of Huai Shi.

　　 Although it is impossible to use the hammer of pain to fit the style of painting at this moment, there is no doubt that he has become the master of this dark hell.

　　 Within the permitted range of this paradise, in this haunted house, the calamity and essence from **** manifested in the darkness. .

　　 So, Huai Shi smiled and offered blessings and greetings to all the tourists.

　　 "—Welcome to the castle of evil spirits."