Travel through the daily life of the dragon clan

Chapter 581, Clown

Deep in the Red Well.

The fight between the two tiny humans and the Yamata-no-Orochi ended, but soon started again.

Gennochi and Kazama Ruri stood on the corpse of the Yamata no Orochi and walked slowly around a circle, as if this was the stage and the actors were speaking lines that had already been written.

No one expected that the result of this fight would be that the most ferocious Yamata-no-Orochi would be the first to be eliminated. He was supposed to be a legendary creature in mythology. This kind of monster could not be killed even in mythology. It was precisely because he could not be killed that Susanoo threw him into the well and sealed the well mouth with huge stones.

But now he is dead, and in front of a larger monster, the Yamata-no-Orochi is nothing more than a crippled reptile.

The others died too. At the moment when Yamata no Orochi fell, everyone realized that the war had reached the most critical point. If the eight families of the snake family won, they could burn the corpse of the monster, and there would be no such thing as "god" in the world from then on; if the fierce ghosts won, they could take the corpse away. With the bloodline of Yamata no Orochi, even if it was made into an evolutionary drug, it would be the most ferocious evolutionary drug, and some of them would be promoted to new "gods".

All the priests and engineering teams fought each other until the last moment, and some even tried to bite off their opponents' throats with their teeth.

But the drama is not over yet.

Fengjian Liuli walked silently, with the wind pulling open his robe, like a weak girl swaying in the wind, while the dragon-bone-transformed Yuan Zhisheng made heavy sounds like an armored warrior.

The ground was littered with weapons left behind by the dead.

Fengjian Liuli leaned over, picked up a short knife and threw it at Yuan Zhisheng. There was no skill at all, she just used all her strength.

The passage of time seemed to slow down in his eyes, allowing him to clearly track the trajectory of the knife. The knife had endured a force beyond the limits of its material, so it had begun to split from the moment it left his hand, and the fragments enveloped Yuan Zhisheng.

The metal fragments cut Yuan Zhisheng so hard that he was bleeding, but he forced his way through the fragments and pounced on Fengjian Liuli like a shadow. It only took him a moment to accelerate from zero to extreme speed. The lights of Spider Cut and Boy Cut flashed in front of Fengjian Liuli's eyes, as beautiful as cherry blossoms falling in an empty mountain and a bright moon in the sky.

The three swords met again, and everything was just like it was at the beginning.

Things seem not to be this way, but they also seem to be this way.

This fight to the death lasted for several hours, until the last bit of light faded and the red well was illuminated only by the two people's eyes.

They were all exhausted, but they were stubborn and refused to fall down first.

After the last sword fight, both of them staggered back several steps before stopping, as if they would fall to the ground if they took one less step back.

Dragon blood also has its limits, but their golden eyes are still burning.

Fengjian Liuli wanted to continue chasing, but Yuan Zhisheng actually threw the two swords in his hands, also without any skills, and also with all his strength. The difference is that the short swords thrown by Fengjian Liuli fell apart under the huge force, which was a signal that the two had to stop fighting before continuing; this time it was not the case. The Spider Cut and the Boy Cut were alchemical weapons. They only made a broken whistle under the huge force, carrying the intention of bravely defeating the enemy.

The next moment, Kazama Ruri was pierced through the chest by Doujikiri. He only had a knife. If it were before, he could even catch them with his bare hands, but not now. In a hurry, he only had time to block Spider Kiss, and the huge force bounced his arm away.

But there is no way to dodge Tongziqi.

So he was powerless to stop the two cold lights shooting out from Yuan Zhisheng's hands. In front of the legendary demon-slaying sword, the strong muscles and hard bones of the hybrids could not be cut.

The huge inertia of Doujiqiri caused Ruri Kazama to crash into the wall of the well. Part of Doujiqiri's blade pierced through Ruri Kazama and the steel plate behind him and penetrated into the rock.

But he didn't die.

This does not mean Yuan Zhisheng’s victory.

In a duel of cold weapons, how could the person who throws the weapon away last be the winner? No matter how you look at it, it is the loser who is desperate and making his last struggle.

that's the truth.

He reached out and pulled out the demon-slaying sword that was piercing his chest, and his subconscious reaction was to walk towards his brother who was staggering and finally fell on his back on the ground.

He didn't know whether he wanted to ensure his brother's death, or wanted to say a few more words to him before he died... But now that things had come to this, what else was there to say to each other?
Gen Chisei fell quietly on the body of the Yamata-no-Orochi. His surroundings were filled with mercury vapor, which made every breath he took filled with severe pain.

With their bloodline, they should have been able to hold out longer, but the highly toxic mercury corroded their bodies and damaged their organs. After they fell down, black blood spurted out of their mouths and noses with every breath.

But fortunately, it was still raining heavily, and the hot blood on my cheeks would soon be washed away by the rain.

As the person who embalms the body, being clean always makes the deceased look relatively decent.

Of course, this was not only his funeral, but also the funeral of the little girl.

Since he had been waiting here for the arrival of the ghosts, he would not be foolish enough to think that he could solve everything with his bloodline.

As the director of the executive department, he can implement violence, but as the head of the family, he must consider the consequences of failure.

Yuan Zhisheng was glad that he had such an upbringing, because of this he had the opportunity to go to the underworld with his brother.

The so-called extremely evil ghost, Feng Jian Liuli, like him, has royal blood flowing in his body, but Feng Jian Liuli's bloodline is far superior to his! There has never been the strongest hybrid in this world, just as there has never been an undefeated king in history. The king's fate is always to be defeated by the new king!
So after placing the thermite bomb, Yuan Zhisheng buried another 30 tons of TNT explosives in Hongjing. In this way, even if they could not kill the god, they could bury the god again under the earth's crust.

Looking up, raindrops fell into my eyes in lines.

He rolled his eyes slightly and looked at the other side of the well wall.

He couldn't see anything in the darkness, but he knew there was someone hiding there. She had been watching everything here, waiting for the good news of his victory or the signal of his death.

The bomb's detonation controller was handed to her by Yuan Zhisheng.

As the patriarch, he must have his own confidants. The patriarch of the Eight Sheqi Families cannot die easily. His life is more important than his wishes, so a remote control that can control the life and death of the patriarch should not exist.

But Yuan Zhisheng absolutely trusted that person. She was his girl. If even she betrayed him, then what was the meaning of life?

Yuan Zhisheng stared in that direction for a few seconds, then looked away.

He didn't know what Ying was thinking at this moment. Would she feel regretful because she would be buried with them? Or would she have no thoughts at all and just complete everything he asked her to do, as she always did?

Yuan Zhisheng's heart suddenly moved, thinking that it would be great if he could really go to France and take Ying with him. Although he was the head of the family, he didn't know French. It would be different with Ying around. She was good at many things, and at least he wouldn't be so lonely with her around. Yuan Zhisheng's lips moved, and another stream of oily black blood gushed out.

He couldn't make a sound, nor did he need to make one.

Sakura could understand what he meant.

Yuan Zhisheng was waiting for death to come.

But it happened at this time.

Out of place.

It was as if someone had turned on the stereo of a car, and there was a "click" sound, which was familiar. After thinking about it, I felt that it was like the sound of putting a stylus on an old record.

It's really unromantic to play music at a time like this.

Even though Yuan Zhisheng thought so, the dull sound of music still enveloped the depths of Hongjing. It was not quite appropriate to call it music, as there was no symphony or singing of modern instruments, only a kind of inexplicable ancient musical instrument. This ancient wooden instrument was still used only in remote tribes in Africa.

The sound was also different, as if thousands of people were surrounding them, beating that inexplicable wooden clapper together!
At that moment, a sudden sense of terror suddenly enveloped him. Something was following him, like a dangerous polar bear. Maybe it was far away just now, but it could appear at any time.

As an emperor, Yuan Zhisheng should have been fearless, but at the strange sound of the clappers, he also felt a chill, as if his soul had been pulled out of his body.

The hallucination is like a seed hidden deep in the mind. It breaks out of its shell and grows rapidly at the urging of the clapper sound.

He suddenly started coughing violently, and his blazing golden eyes dimmed rapidly before returning to the black color of an ordinary person.

The strength in his body was fading away rapidly. The body that was originally corroded by mercury stopped repairing, and the fibrous tissue of the hideous wounds on the body surface stopped recovering. Although it was painful before, he could still hold on, but now he needed all his strength just to breathe.

Blood kept pouring into his lungs from the ruptured blood vessels. He felt like he was soaked in mercury. The pain made him want to scream out, but he didn't even have the strength to move a finger.

A moment ago, Yuan Zhisheng's blood vessels were filled with hot dragon blood, but now it was as if a cold snake slowly swam into his heart, and his body cooled down inch by inch.

Before he came here, he had always held on to a glimmer of hope that even if he couldn't lead his family into the future, he could at least take the evil spirits with him to the underworld.

But now he understood that all this was a trap from the beginning to the end. Not only did he prepare a backup plan, but the ghosts did too.

He couldn't understand why he came out of the dragon bone state, but he was the patriarch of the Eight Snake Families. This kind of music was not ordered by him, so it was naturally from the fierce ghosts.

But very quickly.

Yuan Zhisheng heard a splash and looked downwards, to the other side of the well wall, while twitching.

Then he saw Fengjian Liuli also kneeling there. He was very close to him, but now he knelt down weakly, and the long sword in his hand also fell to the ground. He looked like himself, unable to even hold the sword after losing his strength.

When they heard the clapper sound at the same time, Fengjian Liuli's reaction was even more intense than his.

He kept shaking, his body was as tense as a bow stretched to the extreme, a huge power was generated in his dying body, but that power was totally beyond his control, he foamed at the mouth like an epileptic patient, his pupils changed between gold and black, like two golden lights flickering in the darkness.

Finally, Yuan Zhisheng saw his pair of red-gold eyes go out, revealing a pair of familiar eyes that he could not forget after all these years.

Blood flowed out from the broken part of his chest. That was the last wound caused by Gen Chisei. Before Fengjian Liuli had time to repair it, Gen Chisei's soul took over the body.

But Genjitsu was just an ordinary person. Like Genjitsu now, he suffered injuries that would have knocked down a dragon, but he was suddenly replaced with a human body.

Her face, which had been flushed with excitement, quickly cooled down. Excessive blood loss made it impossible for her to even kneel down, and she fell face down at his feet.

But he just looked up at her, his eyes looked so familiar, so helpless, yet full of joy.

Just like that night many years ago, when he pushed open the door and saw a young girl dissecting a girl's body, he turned around with a face like this, rushed towards him with a smile and said, "Brother, you are back."
He became so pale, almost transparent, as thin as paper, and fell to the ground twitching weakly.

The only proof that he was still alive was the pair of eyes that were always looking at him.

It's like he's a completely different person.

Gen Chisei suddenly understood that this was a mental illness called split personality. Kazama Ruri was his other personality. That personality inherited the cruel and violent side of the dragon, but Gen Chisei was still so cowardly and sensitive. However, he was too weak and could only be trapped in his body, watching himself make one mistake after another.

Was it the same that night many years ago, when he felt so helpless and yet so happy when he saw me?

When he was suddenly awakened by pushing the door himself, he was disturbed by the blood in front of him, but at the same time he was happy because of the appearance of his brother. He felt that his brother would definitely believe in him and would definitely find a way to help him, so even though he saw his indifferent face, he still hugged him like he had done when he was a child.

But what responded to him was a demon-slaying sword that pierced his heart.

Suddenly, great sadness enveloped Yuan Zhisheng.

He wanted to raise his head and speak, but the black and sticky blood gushed out more violently, blocking his cavity but not providing him with the strength to get up. He seemed to have lost control of his body, and before he knew it, this body no longer belonged to him.

Is this how it feels? The young girl is in this powerless state, watching herself transform into a ghost step by step. At the moment when the body is finally taken over, she can't wait to pounce on the person she trusts the most, and then she is deeply hurt.

After Fengjian Liuli's eyes went out, the last light became dark, and only the damn sound of the bang continued, getting louder and louder.

Yuan Zhisheng wanted to cry out in pain, but he couldn't even shed tears.

He could feel his brother's gaze, and he wanted a hug from him again, but in the end he could do nothing.

In such despair.

Lights descended from the sky, as if the spotlights on the stage illuminated the two actors who wanted to hug each other. At the same time, Tchaikovsky's dance music "Swan Lake" echoed in the Red Well. The high-power sound system played this dance music majestically, as if mourning the massacre between brothers.

(End of this chapter)