If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon.

Indeed.

Lu Mingfei thought that he would face cruel scenes when he came to Japan this time. He had this premonition. It seemed that the whole world was reminding him that he was getting closer and closer to the war. Lu Mingze's hints were getting closer and closer, and the nightmare scene was getting clearer and clearer.

In that nightmare, he stood alone on the top of Tokyo Tower, looking at the city with half of the lights turned off, half of which was in the sea of ​​fire and half in the ocean. The red storm was spinning in the distant sky. The sky was raining red all the time, dyeing every street in Tokyo red. People walked in the collapsed buildings and fallen ruins in a daze, like souls who had lost their homes in hell.

In that nightmare, he asked Lu Mingze, if the rain kept falling and never stopped, what would the world be like afterwards?

Lu Mingze told him that it would be the end of the world. Good people hugged and cried with good people, and bad people danced hand in hand with bad people.

Blood poured on Lu Mingfei's hair, warm, wet and sticky, dripping down the ends of his hair onto his face, filled with a pungent smell of blood. Looking at the rows of headless corpses, his eyes were a little dazed.

Lu Mingze told him that it was the worst possible ending for the world, whether Lu Mingfei liked it or not, it was there.

Lu Mingfei asked him how to avoid that ending and take a new path, a path no one had ever seen.

"Then get ready, brother." Lu Mingze's voice still lingered in his ears, as if predicting, "It will be a bloody road full of thorns, and countless corpses will be hung on the bushes. They are trapped in the bushes of fate. Only those who hold a sharp blade and look straight ahead can split them together with the thorns and go to the road that no one has ever set foot on."

Lu Mingfei thought he was ready for this.

In fact, he was indeed ready for this.

But Lu Mingfei is not the only one who is ready to walk on the thorny road and is willing to raise the butcher knife so that the ending will never come.

"Fuck." Caesar whispered.

Chu Zihang on the side also clenched Murasame, and his nerves jumped when he saw the strange scene full of evil and inexplicable religious rituals illuminated by the red light.

No matter who it is, this scene will be shocking and impactful. Human beings will always be shocked by the death of their own kind, vomit when they smell the smell of corpses, and feel their souls tremble when they see a large number of compatriots piled up together. In the final analysis, there is only one reason - fear of death.

Now, this deserted runway is releasing the invisible and intangible breath of death everywhere, but it always rings the alarm bell for everyone.

After a cold war, Fuma Mito and Inuyama Aiko came back to their senses. They leaned slightly like frightened beasts, but their steps were backwards. This action could pounce forward and tear open the enemy's throat, or turn around and escape as quickly as possible.

But they knew most of the information about the devil with molten eyes in the distance, and they knew that if they turned their backs and fled, they might die as expected the moment their sight deviated from those eyes.

But even if they stared at the molten golden eyes, could they avoid the impending death? Did the hundreds of "elites" of the fierce ghosts who became headless corpses move their sight away from the man before they died?

Everyone will die, and everyone knows that they will die, but when you know that you may die in the next second, that trance, that unreality, that regret will be like a surging wave that fills every gap in your chest, throat, and skin, until you feel the urge to vomit due to physical discomfort.

"Mito, Aiko, it's time! It's time to show your loyalty to that lord and the demons!"

The two women, whose underwear was soaked with cold sweat, heard the hoarse voice of Sakurai Hideharu behind them. The voice was full of fear, confusion and despair about the current situation.

They took out two rainbow-colored syringes of injection-type medicine from under the hem of their furisode and the inner bag of their formal clothes, and stabbed them into their own aortas in the same despair and hope for life.

"Don't stop them?" Chu Zihang asked in a low voice, watching the blood vessels of the two women's raised swan-like necks bulge and wriggle because of the mysterious medicine flowing in.

Caesar shook his head slightly, because it was meaningless.

Inuyama Aiko and Fuma Mito, who were injected with rainbow medicine, both lay on the ground at the same time, their beautiful but hideous cheeks pressed against the red carpet on the ground, like a dog with epileptic seizure, without any beauty. What was pulled out of the two delicate bodies was a new demon. Their fear was reduced, but they were still deeply afraid.

"Lin Nianjun!" Sakurai Hideharu suddenly roared at the top of his lungs, his almost bloodshot golden eyes meeting his calm molten eyes, "That lady asked me to tell you something, she said--"

The sound of a watermelon bursting rang out, so crisp, the air and water in the cavity shot out from the broken shell in one breath, and the ground below also cracked.

In front of Sakurai Hideharu, Inuyama Aiko and Fuma Mito, two women who had just completed bloodline enhancement, stood straight with their lower bodies at a 60-degree angle to the ground, but their heads were smashed to the ground by a hand and turned into two splashing flowers, and their heads completely disappeared and turned into a pool of blood plasma.

Chu Zihang silently looked at Fengmo Meidu, whose life was like an autumn leaf burned by wildfire, and turned to ashes in an instant. Before this, he subconsciously felt that this woman should have some stories hidden in her, and there was an unknown past worth remembering forever, but now it seems that there is probably no chance to tell those stories.

A slight sizzling sound rang in Lu Mingfei's ears. He turned his head and saw that Caesar actually took out the box of Cohiba cigars, took one from it and lit it on the fire ring of Junyan on the ground, put it to his mouth and took two puffs and slowly exhaled the smoke. The small obsidian statue was also thrown into the fire ring.

Sakurai Hideharu stood up straight, and two streams of blood mixed with brain matter splashed on both sides of his face. The head that could not move could only watch the man on the ground slowly stand up and stand in front of him.

Sakurai Hideharu opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't make a sound. His neck was a little wet. He subconsciously raised his hand to touch it. It was blood, but his throat was intact and not cut. Where did the blood come from?

He lowered his head, and there was more blood on his neck. He suddenly saw that Lin Nian's left hand was holding a bloody thing. It was a jaw, a human jaw, with neat lower teeth.

Sakurai Hideharu realized that he couldn't speak because his entire jaw was torn off. He realized that his tongue was a little cold when exposed to the air, and he could only make a humming sound with all his strength.

Lu Mingfei in the distance had already turned his head away and didn't want to watch anymore.

It was a complete massacre.

He rarely saw Lin Nian's furious look. This was not just killing, but torture. This was a real personal vendetta.

The jaw in Lin Nian's hand fell to the ground, "Whatever she wants to say, just say it in front of me."

Sakurai Hideharu stood there blankly, reaching out to touch the disappeared jaw. He had obviously turned into a hideous monster. In this form, he was a feared existence even among the fierce ghosts, and the executive bureau of the main family would have a headache with him. But now he was like a child who was slapped in the face, so wronged and confused, not knowing whether to cry or lose his temper, but whether crying or losing his temper, the next slap would come as expected.

The slogans were so good, shouting some words that seemed to uphold the spirit of righteousness could give people the courage to die, but the other party even cruelly did not want to give them the opportunity to pick up this courage, just to shatter their beliefs, erase their courage, and let them die in fear.

There was a sound of metal falling behind Sakurai Hideharu. Ryoma Aoi, the beautiful young girl, suddenly found courage and turned around to flee to the dark wilderness in the distance without looking back. The rainbow potion fell on the red carpet and was not injected into the blood vessels until the last moment.

From a distance, Lu Mingfei looked at Ryoma Aoi's back and thought that she must be very ugly now, right? It must be very ugly, so ugly that people couldn't bear to look at it directly.

As Lu Mingfei thought, the beautiful face facing the hell scene was twisted with fear, and the snot and tears were blown together by the wind. Where was the lively and naughty look around Lu Mingfei before?

"Caesar, lend me the gun." Lu Mingfei reached out to Caesar.

Caesar paused and looked at Lu Mingfei, as if he was getting to know the boy again, but he still didn't say anything, and handed the Desert Eagle in his left hand to Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei raised the Desert Eagle and aimed it at the back of the fleeing girl. His eyes were a little complicated, but he pulled the trigger resolutely.

The bullet flew out of the gun, passed by Lin Nian's side, brushed Sakurai Hideharu's ear, and flew to the back of the fleeing Long Ma Kui's head at supersonic speed.

It was at this time that Lin Nian suddenly moved his sight from Sakurai Hideharu in front of him to the direction where Long Ma Kui fled.

Before the bullet of the Desert Eagle flew, Long Ma Kui stopped first. In front of her, in the black wilderness, a shadow attacked her, with a whistling storm and a whistling sound that swept everything around! Wrapped in the black hurricane was a pair of old and sharp golden eyes, passing by Long Ma Kui!

The bullet of the Desert Eagle hit Long Ma Kui's head. At the same time, the hurricane also tore Long Ma Kui's body apart. In a flash, the young body was divided into four parts in the darkness. The heart, neck, lumbar spine, and internal organs were all cut off and turned into a pool of filth scattered on the ground without a sound.

The hurricane stopped at the far end of the red carpet. The dark red light illuminated the figure who was old but vigorous as the rising sun. For Caesar, Lu Mingfei, and Chu Zihang, this old man was unfamiliar, but Lin Nian standing in front of Sakurai Hideharu recognized him.

The head of the Inuyama family, Inuyama He.