Douluo: I am an extraterrestrial demon

Chapter 312 "The God of Death is Coming"

Author: A Tong Shu

Chapter 312 "The God of Death is Coming"

"Dad, don't say that." Yuan Zhisheng hurriedly retorted: "You are still in good health. The Sheqi family needs your leadership."

He is not one of those power-hungry princes in ancient times, and he has never wanted to inherit the Sheqi family or shoulder this burden.

His dream is actually very simple: go to France to find a friend, go to a nudist beach together to sell sunscreen in the summer, close the store in the winter, and receive government relief.

It's just that I have been dragged down by something called responsibility, just like the last tortoise on Napingta Island, unable to escape.

Tachibana Masamune forced a happy smile,

"Children, please go down first. I want to stay alone for a while."

Yuan Zhisheng was a little worried and remained silent for a while.

"Dad, take care of yourself."

He retreated with the rest of the Sheqiba family.

Tachibana Masamune was the only one left in the hall.

It was quiet for a moment.

"Damn thing!"

A low and solemn voice sounded, Tachibana Masamune lifted off the mask of hypocrisy, revealing a completely different gloomy expression from before.

I wonder what the people of the Eight Sheqi Family would think if they had seen this side of their beloved master that was not shown to others.

Tachibana Masamune had to admit that he regretted it. The level of protection for Eri was not high enough. If he had known earlier, he should have broken her limbs and raised her in the basement as a mindless dragon's blood container.

"Don't let me find you."

His face was completely distorted, and his eyes were full of malice, like an evil ghost crawling up from the ground.

"I must...ahem."

"Cough! Cough! Cough! Cough!!!"

A gust of cold wind poured into his nose and mouth while he opened his mouth. A biting chill spread above his throat, and it seemed to be filled with frost. He only felt that he was being choked by the cold wind, and he made a violent coughing sound.

It was so big that I almost had to cough out my intestines.

"Master." Several guards standing outside were alerted by the loud coughing sound and rushed in quickly.

"No, cough, cough, cough, I'm fine, get out!"

After a long while, Tachibana Masamune regained his composure and scolded the guards to retreat again.

Bah!

At this time, the gorgeous chandelier above the head let out a mournful cry, as if it was at the end of its life, suddenly slipped down, and hit Tachibana Masamune's head.

Tachibana Masamune, who had just finished coughing and was weak, didn't react in time. He widened his eyes and barely managed to avoid being opened.

Bang!

There was a collision sound, and his body was hit by a heavy chandelier. The floor creaked and screamed. There was a surge of blood in his chest and abdomen, causing blood to overflow from the corner of his mouth.

This sound once again alarmed people outside.

"Master, master, are you okay?"

Tachibana Masamune clenched his fists and secretly cursed these guards for their lack of vision. I am already like this, do you look like nothing is wrong?

I'll replace these people tomorrow.

Several guards felt terrified when they were stared at by Tachibana Masamune's cold eyes. They quickly stepped forward. Some of them moved the chandelier that was pressing on the body of the master, Jin Gui, and another one went to help the master.

One of the guards was holding the chandelier with one foot and was about to push upward when his foot suddenly slipped and he fell heavily down without control.

His face was full of horror, he waved his hands randomly, and his head hit Tachibana Masamune's crotch uncontrollably.

boom!

The collision of strong and weak,

Beat the chicken with the eggs.

Tachibana Masamune's eyes were bloodshot and he was in agony, and his facial features were all squeezed together at this moment.

Even if he is old and no longer useful, he still has a weakness there!

This is a critical hit!

The guard, whose head was buzzing, tried to stand up, but the other side of the chandelier was held by two guards. The force was uneven, and they pressed towards him again, pushing his head back down.

.

"Well!!!"

Tachibana Masamune was so painful that he could not speak.

Before it was over, the chandelier shattered and exploded, and the arc of electricity fell on Tachibana Masamune's kimono, sparks flew, and then burned.

Soon, the aroma of grilled sausages hit his face along with a sharp and piercing cry of pain.

"Master, master!"

In Tachibana Masamune's ears were the frightened voices of the guards and their constant slapping movements to extinguish the fire.

The flames just burned on the painful spot where he had just been seriously injured. Now that he was slapped by the guards, he really couldn't tell the pain.

Click!

Just at this moment, the sound of the friction of wooden boards was heard. The house that had not collapsed after a hundred years of wind and frost suddenly became fragile. After the rumbling sound.

In the open mouths of several guards, the wooden building was tilted, and it was about to press towards Tachibana Masamune and several guards.

Tachibana Masamune's eyes were so wide that they almost bulged out. He put his hands on the ground and wanted to escape from here. Several guards were even more eager to take the master away.

But perhaps because they were too impatient, several guards slipped one after another and bumped head-on into Ju Zhengzong's body, which made Ju Zhengzong even more unable to move due to the pain in his balls. He could only look at the pressing force with an angry and horrified look on his face.

's roof.

Bang, smoke and dust rose everywhere, and everything calmed down for a while.

"Damn it!"

I saw a hand full of wounds stretching out from a pile of wooden blocks. Tachibana Masamune struggled to peel away the wooden blocks that were pressing on him and stuck his head out.

After all, he is a mixed race, and his vitality is much stronger than ordinary people. Even though he suffered serious injuries one after another, he still managed to save his life.

But he still felt extremely aggrieved. What happened today? His luck was so bad.

Wow!

"Mom, look, there's a shooting star!" A child walking in a square park in Tokyo suddenly pointed to the sky excitedly.

I saw a meteor falling from the horizon, drawing a beautiful arc in the sky.

"Baby, make a wish quickly, shooting stars represent good luck." said the mother holding the child's hand next to her.

Many people saw this shooting star and made wishes one after another.

Only Tachibana Masamune, who was sitting on the ruins, gradually became frightened because he thought of the bad luck he had suffered in the past.

No way!

No way!

His body was trembling and his expression was extremely frightening.

Not surprisingly, the meteor hit him straight, and the huge air flow made his face fly.

"grass!"

He uttered the last foul language in his life.

A huge shock was heard, and the whole of Tokyo felt a slight tremor.

All that was left was a huge crater and a meteorite the size of a head.

There was also an old head that, for some reason, managed to escape the disaster by luck, and rolled down into the pothole as if it was a dead eye. I don't know whether it was lucky or not, but there was no body left.

…

"Hey, Tachibana Masamune is actually dead?"

Shang An felt that there were some small changes in the "script" he expected.

With a slight movement of his mind, he understood the cause and effect.

It turns out that Tachibana Masamune had evil thoughts towards Eri, which was why he was plagued by bad luck, and his business failed half way through.

Hui Liyi, just like Su Xiaoqiang, had been set up by him to be the daughter of destiny. Her luck was unparalleled, and the aura of the protagonist was like cheating. Anyone who went against them, or even had evil thoughts towards them,

, it will become plagued by misfortune, hate people and ghosts, and show a real version of Death coming.

This Tachibana Masamune died not unjustly, at least he didn't choke to death from the air. It was a surprising way to die under a meteorite. Maybe he could be included in "The One Hundred and One Most Incredible Things in the World" in the future.

"Thing", it can be regarded as a glorious ancestor.

However, it seems that Tachibana Masamune was originally German, and I don’t know if there is such a thing as “Guangzong Yaozu”.

"Forget it, just smoke your soul and light the lamp."

Shang An waved his big hand, crossed the space, grabbed the void, and captured a twisted soul that still looked confused.

Tachibana Masamune, who had just left his body, gradually woke up from his confusion, and then found that he was restrained by a giant hand that looked like the sky, unable to move.

In his horrified look, the giant hand directly stuffed him into a dim and blazing "sun", and endless fire surrounded his soul.

Damn!

The lights in the library suddenly became a little brighter.

At this moment an extremely comfortable level is reached.

Shang An was quite satisfied when he saw this.

Since Eriyi is already his, he naturally wants to avenge her.

Originally, he planned to let Herzog go through the plot he had set, be tortured to death and then recycle the waste, using his soul to light the lamp.

I didn't expect that his death would be a bit hasty now, so I had to accept his soul in advance. Fortunately, it had little impact on the "plot".

"ah!"

"Hot! Someone come and save me! Childish!"

"ah!!!"

"Where is this place? Let me out!"

"let me out!!"

A scream like a ghost came from inside the lamp. The owner of the voice seemed to be suffering from the severe pain of burning his body. It was so infiltrating that if people outside heard it, they would probably think that there was some criminal activity going on inside.

What about cult rituals?

Although these lamps in Shang'an Library look like ordinary electric lamps, they are actually a special kind of soul-burning soul lamp. Under normal circumstances, they will appear dim, but when a sin-filled soul is injected into them, they will become brighter.

With good fuel, it becomes bright instantly.

Although it is not as bright as those incandescent lamps in other bookstores, now that Nono is here again, I am afraid that he will not talk about the problem of dim lights.

And although this kind of lamp will make the soul used as fuel extremely painful, the actual damage is just scraping, and it can even transform the spiritual energy to repair the soul. It is estimated that Herzog will be burned inside for thousands of years.

Years are not a problem.

The screams inside the lamp never stopped for a moment, becoming more and more shrill.

Shang An frowned slightly,

"It's a little noisy."

As he finished speaking, the sound inside the lamp became smaller and smaller, became lighter and lighter, and finally disappeared altogether, being completely isolated inside, and no sound could be heard at all.

"It's much better now."

Shang An frowned, opened the "Script" in his hand with a happy expression, and began to write lightly, adjusting the plot and enriching the details.

…

Tokyo, the original headquarters of Sheqi Eight.

Above the ruins of the current Meteor Crater.

The five family heads, including Yuan Zhisheng, looked at the pothole in front of them and the old head in it with gloomy and ugly expressions.

"Dad!"

Yuan Zhisheng's voice was inexplicably sad, and he felt his heart twitching.

"how come……"

Suddenly he clenched his fists.

"Could this be the effect of the spirit of speech?"

A strong killing intent flashed through his cold eyes.

Some extremely high-ranking remarks cannot achieve this effect, just like the Tunguska explosion caused by the "Rhine".

If this is a murder, then no matter what, he will find the murderer and take revenge, even if the murderer is a Dragon King!

"Director."

A man wearing a black suit and operating a bunch of seemingly sophisticated instruments stood up and shook his head.

"After testing, there is no obvious flow of elements in this crater, and this meteorite is only a natural meteorite. All of this...maybe really the will of God."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the look in Yuan Zhisheng's eyes that looked like he wanted to kill someone, and his body trembled. All the members of the Executive Bureau were in awe of this decisive and decisive Director of the Executive Bureau.

He immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing and hurriedly defended:

"No, no, no, it's not God's will. I mean it was just an accident."

If you say this is God's will, doesn't it mean that God can't stand it anymore and wants our master to die? That's not something you can say.

Yuan Zhisheng looked sad, and stepped forward to hold up the ferocious-looking head, his eyes were wet and red.

The man he had always regarded as his father and teacher died today, without a complete body.

Or he died of a natural disaster like a joke, and he didn't even know who to seek revenge from.

Really...

Yuan Zhisheng's nose felt sour, and tears couldn't stop falling from his stern face.

A man won't shed tears easily.

He always remembered that his father said that he was the future master of the eight Sheqi families and the future "Emperor" of Japan, and he should shoulder the responsibility of being the "Emperor", so he never cried again, even if he killed him with his own hands.

His brother died.

With trembling hands, he gently caressed Tachibana Masamune's face, trying to close his bulging eyes.

But as soon as he put his hand on it, he felt something was wrong.

As the director of the Executive Bureau, facing all kinds of "ghosts", this kind of vigilance has long been engraved in his instinct, and he has not forgotten this instinct even in such a sad moment.

This unnatural touch feels like plastic surgery!!!

The huge shock made him temporarily forget his respect for Tachibana Masamune, and started groping for his head.

Immediately afterwards,

Yuan Zhisheng's pupils shrank sharply. Many "ghosts" had tried to use plastic surgery to change their identities and escape pursuit, but in the end they were all killed by him, so he was naturally very familiar with this.

This feeling, although the technique is very sophisticated, is unmistakable.

But dad, how is that possible!

His expression was changing.

Several other family heads were a little confused when they saw this. Why was Yuan Zhisheng holding the head of the family and stroking it? Could it be that he was so sad that it affected his mind?

This is not possible, Tachibana Masamune is dead, and Zhisheng will be the future master. If this is crazy, how can they find a second emperor?

"Children." The head of the Feng Mo family shouted.

Hearing this, Yuan Zhisheng finally stopped and walked up to the member of the executive board with his head held high and without saying a word, his expression becoming even colder.

His lips trembled and he was speechless for a long time, and the atmosphere gradually became solemn.

In the end, reason finally overwhelmed those complicated emotions, and a heavy and hoarse voice sounded:

"Master, if there is a problem, take this head and examine it carefully!"

When he said these words, his heart was bleeding and his whole body almost collapsed.

But he still held on.

He has never been stupid, otherwise he would not be able to scare so many "ghosts". It's just that in the past, he believed too much in the person who brought him from darkness to light, but this does not mean that he cannot think.

As the head of the Eight Sheqi Family, he could not ignore these doubts as to why his father wanted plastic surgery, what his true appearance was, and why he had never told them about it.

The member of the executive board was a little surprised, but he did not dare to refute Yuan Zhisheng's order. He reached out to take the head, which weighed as much as a thousand pounds, and responded:

"yes!"

"Zhisheng, what are you doing?"

The head of the Sakurai family asked with some confusion. He couldn't understand what Minamoto was doing.

"Let's wait until the test results come out first."

Yuan Zhisheng closed his eyes. Before his eyes closed, he could vaguely see the flash of pain.

(End of chapter)