Dragon Clan: Thought So Far

Kanagawa, Benoi.

November 23, 2010 19:05.

The black Lexus with the gentian emblem suddenly turned on its headlights. The moment the lights pierced the rain curtain, its modified engine let out a terrifying roar. Like a liger that had been lurking for a long time, it suddenly tightened its muscles, and the bloody wind rushed towards the face with the roar of the beast.

Then a huge foot wearing size 45 Ferragomo custom-made crocodile leather shoes kicked open the driver's door of this big toy that only the real rich can play with, and a burly man in a long black trench coat and black suit walked out. , standing with legs spread apart in the mud that smelled of blood, not caring about the clusters of mud spots on the polished leather shoes, and the legs of the trousers rustling in the strong wind.

This guy is holding a huge black umbrella, with a lit cigarette in his mouth, and in his other hand is a long knife with a black scabbard. The long knife is tied with a black crow iron piece decorated with white feathers. The iron piece is floating in the wind. They collide with each other, like some nice little musical instrument playing lightly.

Without saying a word, he walked over to Minamoto Naoko, who was lying on her back in the pool of water, and looked down at the face that was almost indistinguishable from that of a Japanese mafia boss.

Strange to say, before he came here, his heart was filled with hatred, and he had already thought about avenging his best friend even if he was punished by the young master. But when he saw that face, the anger and hatred in his heart suddenly collapsed like a high city built with yellow sand in the tide.

Because that person really has a young and tender face, like when Minamoto was much younger, even his lowered eyelids

"ちくしょう." A few seconds later the man spit out a word from between his teeth. That word means beast in Chinese.

The lit cigarette butt illuminated his face, which was considered ferocious even among gang leaders. It was covered with scars, and hatred and anger overflowed undisguisedly from the pale golden pupils.

Then the man spit out the cigarette, crushed the wet butt of the cigarette with his toes, shoved the long knife and the scabbard into the ground, and used only one hand to pick up the stiff Yuan Jingnu and put him on his shoulder.

The trunk of the Lexus was opened, Yuan Zhigirl was thrown in like a dead dog, and a huge awning opened above their heads.

The man took out a silver metal box from the back seat and found blood bags and blood transfusion equipment, as well as a plastic tray. On the tray were two injections of solvent, both loaded into syringes with a relatively complex structure. One of the injections seemed to be transparent. Yes, the label on the surface of the syringe barely reads "adrenaline", which is a shot of epinephrine.

The other solvent was some kind of serum, light red with a slight pinkish tint.

"To be honest, I didn't even finish high school, so I learned some first aid measures temporarily. If I still die, it will be your punishment for all your evil deeds." The man said,

"Crow asked me to call you young master before, but I hope that if you were half as righteous as the young master, you wouldn't degenerate into a devil, right? There are some things that a righteous person can let go of, but a despicable villain like me will never forget them. ah."

He patted Yuan Zhennu's pale cheek hard. The boy seemed to be dead. All the muscles in his body were stiff and the joints of his bones could not be twisted.

Yasha also felt that Minamoto Chi-chan was indeed dead, but before leaving, Minamoto Chi-sheng called him to his side and said that I only trust you, and I will tell everyone that I will leave you at Genji Heavy Industries to take care of Kaguya's main machine. But you have to bring your things and drive to Kanagawa. Remember Beni, find Ruri Kazama nearby and rescue him with the things you brought.

He roughly tore the Yunzhong Jue Sword Princess's gorgeous clothes, which were torn to pieces by the bone spurs and scales that protruded from her body when she transformed into a dragon. There were huge blood stains on her clothes, which even the heavy rain could not wash away.

Under the lining is the boy's ribbed chest. Due to excessive blood loss, the girl's skin is as pale as death.

As expected, Yasha saw a completely black penetrating wound under the boy's left chest. The injury must have been caused by an excellent sharp blade. If it was done by Yuan Zhisheng, then he must be holding a famous knife in his hand. masterpiece.

In the Spider Mountain, there is a fierce force that lurks at night. The name of the knife is "Spider Cut".

Yasha has been following Yuan Zhisheng like a crow for many years. He has seen that man kill many depraved evil spirits with spider cut and boy cut. The ghosts killed by boy cut will be divided into two. , and the ghost cut by the spider will be tortured by the poison tempered by ancient alchemy on the blade.

However, there were no traces of poisonous attacks on Minamoto's wounds, which meant that the alchemical matrix on the Demon Slayer Blade's blade was not stimulated when Minamoto stabbed her brother through the Spider Slash.

Then Yasha pressed his face against Yuan Zhennu's chest like a furry bear.

The howling wind in the mountains and the torrential rain that seemed to never end were far away in Yasha's ears. The man's brows were twisted fiercely, and the veins on his arms popped out.

It's a pity that Yuan Jingnu's chest was as silent as a marble sculpture. There was no sound of blood flowing, the sound of daily heartbeat, or the unconscious wriggling of the long tail.

He really died.

No.

Yaksha suddenly opened his eyes, and the dim golden glow in his pupils swayed like a candle in the wind.

He heard a hollow whistle, like one coming from a leaking bellows. That came from the heart of Yuan Jingnu.

Minamoto Chisei probably had reached a consensus with Kazama Ruri in some way. Everything they did was to put an end to the demon that had descended on Japan twenty years ago.

If it were someone else, they probably wouldn't know what that sound was, but Yasha knew.

He stood up Minamoto Chisei's upper body and looked at the sky through the wound. Sure enough, he saw the purple-white lightning that tore through the sky in an instant.

The lightning stretched across hundreds of kilometers, and the end fell on the burning top of Mount Fuji. The mountain called Eternal Life was flowing down with golden-red lava, as if the planet was bleeding.

Half an hour ago, the new king ascended the throne on the old king's territory, so the sea of ​​​​sky flowed across thousands of miles of red land. Every city located in the volcanic belt was destroyed, millions of people were affected, and the number of casualties was incalculable. It can be said to be the worst natural disaster ever encountered in human history.

Mount Fuji also spewed out a few kilometers high column of fire, mixed with black volcanic ash like a tide, covering the entire Tokyo from outside the city.

The good news is that as early as when the Yamata no Orochi was rampaging in the Well of Debris, the elements of Japan had already experienced incredible agitation, which was manifested in meteorological and geological activities, such as continuous heavy rains and frequent earthquakes. In view of this, the Japanese government had already begun to evacuate the people around Mount Fuji two months ago.

Volcanoes, earthquakes, floods, heavy rains, in just two months, natural disasters that could destroy a country in ancient times followed one after another.

——For some reason, Genji did not use her self-healing ability to heal the wound caused by the spider. More than 70% of the blood in his body had been drained, and the remaining part was struggling and slowly supplying blood to his brain.

The blood flowed too slowly, so Yasha did not hear it.

And the faint whistle was Genji's heart still beating very slightly, and while beating, it slowly turned the air that penetrated the wound into wind and pushed it out of the body.

Yasha looked at the wound of Genji again, and indeed avoided the heart slightly, just stabbing the edge of the heart, but he really fooled Herzog, so that the old guy who was so proud of himself when he was close to success no longer kept Fengjian Liuli by his side as a sharp sword.

After confirming that the evil ghost who once held real power in the fierce ghosts was indeed still breathing, Yasha spat fiercely.

He used the black long knife to cut the skin and pale muscle fibers on Genji's wrist, and found the vein that seemed shriveled due to a large amount of lack of blood.

The blood transfusion instrument was successfully connected to Genji's vein through venous puncture, and fresh blood flowed from the blood bag along the transparent pipe into the boy's body like a mountain stream.

Yasha did not hesitate, and followed the same method to connect the same blood transfusion instrument to Genji's jugular vein and other wrist.

The dry and pale Yuan Zhinv, who was as pale as a vampire sleeping for a hundred years, became plump at a speed visible to the naked eye. The wound on his chest was creeping and healing, and a slow and heavy drumbeat came from his chest. The drumbeat became louder and louder, and more and more dense, until finally Yasha couldn't even hold Yuan Zhinv's body.

But until this moment, Yuan Zhisheng had not finished what Yasha had told him to do. He untied the safety of adrenaline and pushed it into Yuan Zhinv's body.

At the same time, Yasha also stabbed the only serum left on the silver tray into Yuan Zhinv's forearm, but did not open the safety of the syringe, so the light red liquid inside was still surging, but it did not decrease.

When giving this thing to Yasha, Yuan Zhisheng said something.

He said that it was both a gift and a deadly poison. If the person who woke up was Yuan Zhinv, then this serum would help him awaken the power of Fengjian Liuli to suppress the personality of the evil ghost. And if the thing that woke up was Fengjian Liuli, then the deadly poison in the serum would kill the monster that was almost completely controlled by the tyrannical thinking of the dragon.

The thing in the syringe is a unique alchemical herb, a golden holy syrup from a first-generation species.

Even injecting the golden holy syrup with 90% of the toxicity removed into a hybrid is an extremely risky act.

The final decision of whether the person who receives the golden holy syrup will evolve into a super hybrid or degenerate into a deadpool depends on his soul.

If his spirit is more inclined to dragons, then the evil dragon heart that resides in the core of the human body will be awakened, but just as the violent blood cannot really turn a hybrid into a pure-blooded dragon, the golden holy syrup cannot do this either, and he will eventually degenerate into a corpse.

But if the cowardly human heart eventually defeats the powerful dragon heart, then the golden holy syrup will give the hybrid powerful power, his bloodline will be refined, his words will undergo strange changes, and he will become the Siegfried of the new era, leading the hybrids to an overwhelming victory in the war with dragons.

With sufficient fresh blood and adrenaline working at the same time, the source girl suddenly began to twitch violently.

With the sound of metal collision, Yasha pulled out the modified Colt Bison with a surprisingly large caliber from his waist.

He stared coldly at Genji, and pointed the muzzle of the gun at the forehead of the boy who was still unconscious but still looked as pretty as a girl.

Suddenly, Genji stopped twitching, and his eyes suddenly opened.

For a moment, Yasha felt like he was being stared at by an evil ghost lurking in the cracks of hell, and cold sweat immediately soaked his whole body.

Those were a pair of red-gold eyes, and Yasha had never seen such a majestic gaze even on Genji.

But that majesty was fleeting, and it was replaced by a harmless look like a cat.

The boy blinked lightly, his pupils full of confusion.

Yasha breathed a sigh of relief.

He unfastened the safety on the serum syringe, waiting for the light red solution to enter the boy's thin and beautiful body, until the syringe was completely closed and the serum was completely absorbed, he slowly stood up.

"Are you..." Yuan Zhinv sat up weakly, looking tired but still humble, "Mr. Kano Masahiro?"

"It's me." Yasha nodded.

Crow is not really called Crow, and Yasha is not really called Yasha. Their respective names are Saeki Ryuji and Kano Masahiro. Before their bloodline awakened and they were recruited by the family, they were gangsters doing nothing on the street.

In a place like Tokyo, of course you can't use your real name to mix in the underworld, otherwise your enemies will find your home and kidnap your wife to shoot AV, and your father will be forced to press fingerprints on the loan shark's IOU.

Of course, you can't use a nickname that's too flashy. For example, there used to be a guy on Kabukicho who called himself "Emperor Ninmu's Imperial General", or Imperial Army for short. He was chopped off his limbs by triad members from China and sold to Myanmar for a curious show.

"Is my brother okay?" Gen Chimyou took a deep breath, and the muscles under his skin were flowing like water waves, and his strength returned.

"I don't know." Yasha said, "But he asked you to go to Tokyo Bay, maybe you can help there."

He handed a sealed paper document to Gen Chimyou, patted the car under the boy, "You can go there with this Lexus." Yasha said.

Gen Chimyou unsealed the sealed bag and poured out the contents. It seemed to be a certificate issued by a medical institution. There was a whole stack of them. He quickly flipped through them one by one, and the expression on his face immediately became shocked, then angry, and then relieved.

"I understand. Thank you for your help." Yuan Zhinv struggled to get up, picked up her long sword with a cherry red sheath from the mud in the distance, and opened the driver's door.

"Wait a minute." Yasha called him.

Yuan Zhinv looked back in the rain. His long hair was wet by the heavy rain, but a thin mist rose from his body.

He looked back in confusion, but he didn't expect to be hit by a heavy punch and the sound of bones breaking in an instant.

This punch really exhausted Yasha's decades of skills. Even Yuan Zhinv's body, which was close to that of a pure-blooded dragon, felt a buzzing in her ears. The cheek that was hit swelled up quickly, and there was some congestion on the retina.

In the end, Yasha was not a mediocre bald middle-aged man who could be entrusted with important tasks by the family and fill the ranks of the future head of the family.

He just had to deal with too many excellent people, such as Yuan Zhisheng, Ying, and even Caesar and Chu Zihang. Although they were A-level, they had no glory in front of these people.

But at this moment, Yasha really swung his arm out of the shadow, and his clenched fist collided with the cheekbone of Yuan Zhinv, and the first thing that broke was Yasha's finger bone.

Yuan Zhinv was stunned for a moment, and silently wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with her sleeve.

"I understand." He said.

Then Yuan Zhinv pulled out the long knife, held the blade and inserted the blade into her abdomen until the handle. This knife destroyed half of his organs, but the powerful self-healing ability given by the golden holy juice was repairing these organs.

The boy smiled tiredly at Yasha with broken finger bones, pulled out the long knife, and blood bloomed like a flower.

"I am ashamed of what I did before, and this is my little compensation." Yuan Zhinv said softly,

"If you want to kill me, please feel free to do so after this matter is over. Of course, I will not surrender, and please be prepared to be killed."

Yasha looked at Yuan Zhinv angrily, and he suddenly raised his other fist. Yuan Zhinv did not dodge, but just looked at him quietly.

In the end, the punch didn't land. A few seconds later, the bear-like burly man suddenly slammed the Lexus's shell and roared like a beast.

Gen Chinu retracted the knife into the sheath and turned around silently.

"We found Mr. Saeki in the mountains of Kanagawa. He is the father of the crows and his ears are not very good." Yasha's voice was so calm that it seemed that the angry man just now had nothing to do with him. "He said he wanted to see you."

Gen Chinu looked up at the sky, as if all the rain was about to fall into his eyes.

"Okay." He said after a while. (End of this chapter)