The Demon’s Menu

Quicklime catches the eye.

The pain instantly permeated.

Even if the other party can no longer be called a ‘human’, the other party cannot bear such pain.

However, compared with ordinary people, this serial killer who twisted his mind fired several shots at the location where Ryosuke was at the moment the pain began.

Bang bang bang!

When raising the quicklime, Ryosuke turned his head and turned sideways.

The bullet hit the wall behind him, and the splashed cement **** caused pain in the back of his head and neck.

However, it is the chest that is more painful.

He was shot.

Not the heart.

But the lobe of the lung was beaten through.

Ryosuke could even feel the sensation of blood pouring in his chest.

The pain hits far more severe than before.

However, Ryosuke was unmoved.

He quickly pulled out another gun from under his armpit and pulled the trigger.

Bang bang bang!

A shot between the eyebrows.

One shot to the left chest.

One shot to the right chest.

The serial killer fell to the ground, his eyes covered with quicklime with incredible disbelief.

Why does Ryosuke still have a gun?

To death, the other party did not understand.

"idiot!"

"Men are born with a gun."

Ryo Jie coughed while talking.

Blood kept pouring from his mouth.

He should be dying, right?

Such a serious injury is difficult to save even if it is sent to the hospital now.

Even if saved, there is a high probability of a disability.

He didn't want to spend the second half of his life in a wheelchair, asking for help in the toilet.

That's too bad.

Might as well just die like this.

Even if...

I'm a little sorry Jason.

Said it is a cover up.

This time it has to be a scapegoat.

Sorry!

A deep apology appeared in Ryosuke's heart.

Then, darkness struck.

Ryosuke lost consciousness.

...

Light.

A faint halo passed through the eyelids, awakening Ryosuke.

I'm not dead?

Still dead?

Where is this?

Santuchuan?

When Ryosuke's consciousness regained his consciousness, such a message naturally popped out in his mind.

If he didn't touch the ‘mysterious side’, Ryosuke would probably think he was in the hospital at this time.

But when I got in touch, Ryosuke's thoughts were already erratic.

I have become a ghost, shouldn't I be an evil ghost?

If it is a ghost, will it be judged?

You should be able to meet your parents and sister, right?

I hope my parents and sister can forgive me.

In the erratic thoughts, Ryosuke was full of anxiety.

Just at this time--

"Wake up, just sit up."

In a slightly familiar voice, Ryosuke was taken aback, and then he turned his head and saw a handsome face.

Domitomomoto!

For this person, Ryosuke is quite familiar.

However, such familiarity is definitely not positive.

He doesn't like this person.

Not only because of the opponent's ignorance of life, but also because of the opponent's secret layout.

Although the relationship between the other party and Jason should be unusual, Ryosuke doesn't like it or doesn't like it.

Undoubtedly, this look was shown on Ryosuke's face.

"Is that how you treat the savior?"

Tu Yumen Yuan held the folding fan in his hand and tapped the palm of his hand lightly, with a gentle temperature.

Savior?

He saved me?

Ryosuke was taken aback.

Later, Ryosuke found that his ankles no longer hurt, and his lungs no longer felt the same. Except for a slight fatigue, there was almost no injury in his whole body.

"Onmyoji?"

Ryosuke asked subconsciously.

"if not?"

Tu Yumen Yuan asked back.

Such rhetorical questions made Ryosuke embarrassed.

Although there is the embarrassment of knowingly asking, but more of it is not knowing how to face the embarrassment of Tomimoto.

He hates each other.

The other party saved him.

He naturally wants to express his gratitude, but because he hates it, such gratitude will become very hypocritical, which he does not want to see.

Ryosuke hopes that the thanks are sincere.

It's just that he can't blind his heart.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man fell into a dilemma again.

What's more, this is a life-saving grace.

You can't thank you in a few words.

Ryosuke frowned, and finally said something like this--

"How much did you spend saving me, tell me, I will pay you back three times."

"You saved my life, I owe you two lives, and I will pay you back."

"and also……"

"Thanks, thank you."

It was extremely difficult, and a stuttering voice came from Liangjie's mouth.

The corners of Tu Yumen Yuan's mouth turned up, revealing a beautiful smile.

The Onmyoji opened the folding fan and blocked his face, exposing slender eyes, admiring Ryosuke's embarrassment.

Yes, it is appreciation.

Especially when I think of the other person leaving his house in anger and stubbornness.

The scene before him made him feel more interesting.

Stubbornness is still like that.

However, it is really fun to be mixed with embarrassment.

Under the gaze of Domemon Moto, Ryosuke became more awkward.

He wanted to push the car door to leave here now.

It's just that Domemon Yuan hasn't told him how much he spent, he needs to wait patiently.

"no need."

"I just help the lord avoid unnecessary trouble."

"This is what you should do as a retainer."

Tu Yumenyuan waved his hand, looking careless, his tone was such an understatement.

But the more so, the more uncomfortable Ryosuke.

"Jason?"

Ryosuke tentatively asked.

"if not?"

Tu Mimen Yuan asked rhetorically.

Ryosuke was silent.

He owed a favor again.

Great favor.

How should he pay it back?

Ryosuke thought.

At this time, Domitomomoto spoke again.

"As the lord's retainer, I have to remind you: Don't involve my lord in those disgusting disputes-this is the first time, and I hope and the last."

"If it reappears..."

Tu Yumenyuan stretched his tone of voice, and a faint glow appeared in his slender and beautiful eyes.

It was a cold light like a blade.

Ryosuke shuddered.

Ryosuke almost subconsciously bowed to agree.

However, at the last moment, Ryosuke held back.

"Do you know what happened?"

Asked Ryosuke.

"Know some."

"The organization created by a group of guys who were both referees and athletes grew rapidly in the dark, and then their ambitions began to swell."

"finally?"

Tu Yumenyuan sneered and did not continue.

Are you a referee and an athlete?

It means that it is both a policeman and...

Ryosuke was not a fool, and he quickly reacted.

His brows knit together tightly.

Far more tightly than before.

Ryosuke had already thought of enough things with the hint of Domemonmoto.

"The one just now?"

Ryosuke asked about the doubts in his heart.

"Puppet."

"Or... a ghoul."

"He, no, it's something in between."

"There are both onmyoji and alchemy, as well as the participation of so-called technology, a kind of monster created-smelly and polluting the world."

When mentioning the guy who was clearly a policeman but became a serial killer, Tsuchimomomoto looked disdainful.

"Is it thought made?"

Ryosuke was taken aback.

"of course."

"Otherwise, why would it appear?"

"After those guys' ambitions swell, they not only hope to have a limited control of the world, but they also want to intervene in the world...hehe.

Tu Yumenyuan sneered again.

Then, the onmyoji master took the fan away.

Snapped!

In the crisp sound, the onmyoji was looking at Ryosuke.

"Telling you so much, just telling you."

"These things are not something you can participate in."

"Especially when my lord is involved, you should understand what you should do."

Tu Yumen Yuan said word by word.

Then, the car stopped.

As soon as the door opened, Ryosuke saw the car he was riding before.

"I have wiped off the traces for you."

"The rest is for you to return to the Luminous Cooking Pavilion."

As he said, Domitomomoto made a please gesture.

Ryosuke got off the car straight away.

The car did not stop.

As soon as the car door closed, it drove into the night quickly.

Ryosuke frowned and stared at the car.

Until the car completely disappeared, Ryosuke then rode on the car and headed towards the ‘Luminous Cooking Pavilion’.

The oncoming wind did not stretch Ryosuke's brows either.

On the contrary, his face was wrinkled together.

What should he do?

Did you really just get out of it, no matter what?

But if that doesn't matter, what is his previous persistence?

But if you continue to manage it, what if other people are involved again?

The more I think, the more irritable.

Ryosuke wanted to shout loudly.

But in the end, he can only pedal the bicycle twice.

...

"My lord, will the police officer give up?"

The partition separating the front row and the back row slowly fell, and the waiter sitting in the co-pilot's position turned his head to look at his owner and asked.

This nominal waiter is actually the retainer of Tu Mimen Yuan.

Otherwise, it is impossible to ask at this time.

The ordinary waiter dared to ask such a question, and he was beaten to death with a stick.

"Lanmaru, what do you think?"

Tu Yumenyuan asked habitually.

"I don't think so."

"Because that police officer seems to be someone who won't give up."

"Even if he encounters a dilemma, he will definitely work hard to overcome it."

Lan Wan answered.

In fact, if Ryosuke would give up, Ranmaru would not ask.

"Then guess what he would do?"

Domemonmoto continued to ask.

"This one……"

Lan Wan hesitated slightly.

It's not that he doesn't know the answer.

It was that he had already thought of the most appropriate answer.

It's just that this answer is a bit unrealistic.

"Speak out boldly."

Domitomomoto encouraged this very young retainer.

"suspended animation!"

Lan Maru gave his answer.

Domemonmoto smiled and nodded.

"Not bad."

"Except for suspended animation, what else can he choose?"

"Since Ryosuke is dead, the lord will naturally not be involved in it."

Domimoto said softly.

Lan Wan nodded, and then the young man was taken aback.

It seems, as if, all of this was arranged by the master.

Had the lord already had such a plan?

Unconsciously, doubts appeared on Lan Wan's face.

"The lord has the lord's plan. As a retainer, I naturally have to worry about the lord. Especially for people like Ryosuke, it is better to leave the lord as soon as possible."

"And now a practice that does not hurt the peace, but also takes into account the face of the lord, is what we need to learn as retainers."

Tu Yumen Yuan generously admitted.

Lanmaru nodded thoughtfully.

Then, the retainer of Tsuchimomomoto straightened up in the co-pilot.

"I will study hard."

"For the lord and Lord Jason."

Lan Maru said loudly.

Domemonmoto laughed.

He believed that Lan Maru would.

After all, Lan Maru grew up in his family.

He knew the young man's thinking too well.

I know too much about the character of this young man.

Everything will develop as he envisioned.

"The power of the lord is still too weak."

"My own family is far from enough."

"There needs to be more development..."

Domitomomoto thought.

Naturally, he thought of the person he was about to see.

Pop, pop.

The folded fan was hitting the palm again and again.

A crisp sound, very rhythmic.

Lan Maru immediately held his breath and concentrated his attention. He knew very well that this was the way the lord was thinking.

The Akamaru who was driving also tried his best to make the car more stable.

The speed of the car did not slow down at all.

Soon, the car came to the destination.

A three-story mansion on the outskirts of Silver District.

The Western Mansion is located on the top of the mountain, and there is a road leading to it, and the ‘street light’ lights up as the car approaches.

Groups of ghost fires just hung on the trees.

Several floating figures walked down from the top of the mountain far away.

Lan Maru frowned when she watched this scene.

He doesn't like each other's habits.

Even if he comes from a family of Onmyoji, it is the same.

Akamaru?

If it wasn't for the lord who didn't speak, he would definitely mash all these things.

When the ghost fire lights up ~www.wuxiaspot.com~Tomimonmoto has finished thinking.

Seeing the phantom falling in the distance, Tu Yumen Yuan sighed and shook his head.

"If this ancestor sees the appearance of his descendants, he will probably crawl out of the coffin with anger and beat such unscrupulous descendants, right?"

Domitomomoto said.

"rest assured."

"Even if he wants to crawl out of the coffin."

"You have to find your own coffin too."

A touch of coldness, but with a sarcasm, sounded like this in the car after the voice of Tu Yumen yuan fell.

Lanmaru's hand gripped the handle of the knife all at once.

Akamaru's eyes were also cold.

"Bee, you are still like this."

"Can't you learn like a normal person?"

Tu Yumen Yuan showed helplessness on his face.

"What is a normal person?"

"The normal person in my eyes is just like me."

"On the contrary, you are abnormal in my eyes."

In the cold voice, a figure sat opposite Tu Yumen Yuan.

He was a young man in his twenties, wearing a black costume inside, and a cloak of an onmyoji covering the outside. His hair was hanging down, his face was as cold as his voice.

Especially the eyes, as if lifeless and fluctuating.

Ordinary people will feel uncomfortable when they are looked at by these eyes.

But Tu Mimonmoto didn't.

He spread his hands calmly.

"I'm here for the ‘fear’ flag."

"I just want to know what the truth is now."

Tsuchimomomoto said and stared at the eyes of the person sitting opposite.

The latter's lifeless and fluctuating eyes remained unchanged under such gaze.

At the same time, in the ‘Luminous Cooking Pavilion’, there were bursts of exclamation--

"Ah! This is..."