Travel through the daily life of the dragon clan

Chapter 582: Smart Child
Yuan Zhisheng couldn't raise his head and could only barely move his eyes to look at the lifting platform descending from the sky.

His eyes were also highly bloodshot, his vision was filled with dark red, and he knew that he was about to die.

But he was neither confused nor panicked. Instead, he looked at the bizarre scene with some relief.

The dancer was wearing a slim-fitting tuxedo, paired with straight trousers and a bright purple shirt, a white silk bow tie, and black and white brogues. Under the LED lights, he was so handsome and upright, just like a graceful and elegant man. He stepped on every beat accurately, and his rotation was brisk and lively. Even ballet stars would be impressed by this old man's dancing. His dance steps were perfect. The only drawback was that this dance should have been sad and desperate, but he danced so triumphantly, as if he was overwhelmed with joy.

There is only one dancer in the world who would rejoice in the blood of others.

Because he is a madman, a thug, and a poisonous snake who wants to seize the throne from the great White King.

The lifting platform descended to the bottom of the Red Well. The old man danced gracefully, stepping in a pool of blood, and lightly revolved around Yuan Zhisheng and Yuan Zhinu.

Yuan Zhisheng watched silently. The smile on the white mask, which he saw for the first time, became more and more kind and moving.

Of course, he did not forget the real leader of the demon group. In the world of shogi, the Dragon King is only the second-in-command, and there is the King General behind him.

Wang Jiang had been watching all this from the beginning, and Yuan Zhisheng also thought about killing him first, but he couldn't do it in the sight of Fengjian Liuli. Wang Jiang sensed his murderous intention and chose to jump off the plane after the duel between him and Fengjian Liuli began.

Later, they fell into the well together, making it even more impossible for Yuan Zhisheng to kill him.

But it doesn’t matter. No matter what kind of conspirator Wang Jiang is, as long as he and Fengjian Liuli die, and the god dies, this matter will come to an end.

Now he felt that the victory had been decided, and it was time to finally step onto the stage to reap the fruits of victory... This was good, this was great, there was no better outcome.

As an emperor during his lifetime, he was not considered outstanding;

But when he died, he was finally able to complete his mission.

Yuan Zhisheng felt that he could face death with peace of mind.

The king stopped and bowed in front of the two of them, just like an actor taking a bow in front of the only two audience members in the audience.

"What a disappointing look you have! This is a day worth remembering, but in the end, only the two of you can appreciate the ending." The king chuckled and bowed widely to take off his hat.

But he did this not out of politeness but to look at the faces of the two people. There should have been thunderous applause in this joyful moment, but now no one in the audience was really looking at him seriously.

The king first looked at Yuan Zhisheng's face, then kept bending his waist and spun his dancing shoes to look at Fengjian Liuli.

He felt even more disappointed.

These two idiots, one had relief written all over his eyes that almost made him laugh out loud, while the other one's heart and eyes were filled with his stupid brother.

He turned his dancing shoes again, facing his brother's side.

Under the other party's relieved and calm gaze, he slowly took off his mask, revealing the face that once made the entire Japanese underworld silent.

Yuan Zhisheng suddenly widened his eyes and his pupils began to tremble violently.

The king would watch his ridiculous face become even more ridiculous, watching him almost scream with fear but unable to make a sound.

Even more proud.

The person standing in front of him was the former head of the Snake Eight Clan, the man whom Minamoto Chisei regarded as his father and teacher - Tachibana Masamune. He should have died in front of the elevator of the Seimei Temple. Minamoto Chisei had personally escorted his coffin to the mountains where he once lived, but he looked so healthy now, as if he was in good health.

Tachibana Masamune put on the mask again and faced Minamoto no Chijo, then took off the mask and faced Minamoto no Chisei, then put on the mask again, and then took off the mask again.

At one moment he was a white-faced evil spirit, and the next moment he was a powerful old man. Both of his two very different faces were smiling. The smile of the noble on the mask was subtle and subtle, while Tachibana Masamune was smiling complacently.

He should have smiled more tactfully, but he was so happy that his white teeth could not be hidden when he smiled, like an open pomegranate.

It was like being struck by a bolt of lightning.

The images of Tachibana Masamune and the general merged into one in Minamoto Chisei's mind. The layers of fog shrouding this matter suddenly dissipated, and all the doubts became clear.

"Surprised, right? I like your expression right now."

Tachibana Masamune, no, maybe it would be more appropriate to call him Herzog.

Herzog raised his eyebrows in high spirits.

"My clever child, I think you have guessed something, but the complete truth can only be revealed to you by me. With your limited intelligence, you can only guess a small part. Of course, I am very happy to spend a few minutes explaining it to you, because success without anyone knowing is too lonely."

Herzog shook his head and used Tachibana Masamune's face to put on a general's smile.

Gen Chisei looked at his smug face and began to tremble in fear. He looked like he wanted to escape in fear. He could not accept such a truth. In his eyes, Tachibana Masamune without a mask was much more terrifying than the masked king.

Tachibana Masamune was the man who raised him like a father. He trusted Tachibana Masamune so much that he was willing to kill his brother, whom he depended on for life, with his own hands.

Now Herzog was wearing Tachibana Masamune's face and smiling like a blooming chrysanthemum.

"You guessed it, didn't you? I deliberately sent you to different organizations. I was the one who provoked conflicts between you and lured you to find the young girl on that rainy night. But you can't all blame me for this. It's not a good thing for me that you love each other. Bondarev hid you brothers too well. When I found you, you were already thirteen years old and lived together. If it weren't for this, I would have separated you since childhood. That would have been better for my plan, and you wouldn't be so sad today. Oh, as an aside, I know you all don't like that alcoholic adoptive father, but in a sense, he is a decent person. In the ten years when no one sent you child support, he also gave you enough food to eat and a place to sleep."

As he said this, he glanced at Genjitsu, then gave Genjitsu a smile that made the latter's hair stand on end.

"There's something even more worthy of anger, would you like to hear about it?"

Herzog observed Yuan Zhisheng with interest.

Herzog cleared his throat:
"In fact, you brothers are exactly the same. There is no such thing as the so-called "extremely evil demon." A hoarse sound suddenly came from the back of Yuan Zhisheng's head. It was the sound of his back head slapping repeatedly in the water as he tried to raise his head in fear but found that he couldn't.

“Hahaha, hahahahaha… Zhisheng, don’t you ever find it strange? Zhinu is completely different from other ghosts. Even on that crazy night when you saw it with your own eyes, his appearance didn’t change.”

Herzog spoke slowly so that Yuan Zhisheng could hear the painful truth word by word.

"My clever child, don't you understand yet? You and the little girl are the children I brought back from Black Swan Harbor. The children there had their pons interruption surgery done since childhood. This surgery for epilepsy has been improved by me and will create a dual personality. Do you understand now? On weekdays, you are the high and mighty emperor, but the other half of your brain is a baby, just like you are now, the baby has taken over your body. So what about the little girl? What is the other side of the little girl? I guided the other half of the little girl's personality and created a tyrannical character, and then hypnotized it, so in your eyes, he has become a madman and a demon. Look, what a clever plan."

Yuan Zhisheng spat out blood and his whole body began to twitch.

Herzog turned around. He was not worried at all that Yuan Zhisheng would be able to break out of his shell and stand up.

Reality is not a fairy tale. Things like burning yourself, justice will eventually triumph over evil, and the soul will eventually break through the body are simply impossible.

He turned around greedily, opened his arms and pounced on the corpse at his feet. He was even so excited that he rubbed the hard dragon scales of the Yamata no Orochi with his wrinkled face.

"Oh my! Oh my! What a beautiful creature, what a beautiful creature!"

Herzog morbidly and twistedly embraces the giant creature at his feet, kissing him, caressing him, and even looking like he's about to have sex with him.

At the same time, the lifting platform descended to the bottom of the well again.

Two overlapping footsteps approached, one of them was pulling a medical drip stand, the other was holding a chainsaw. They were wearing the same Noh mask.

The surging Herzog stopped at a certain position of the Yamata-no-Orochi. He closed his eyes quietly and then opened them again, with an unconcealable joy bursting out of his turbid eyes.

"Here! Here! What a perfect creature! All eight heads have been cut off, but the heart is still beating!"

Herzog screamed sharply. Even he couldn't keep calm at this moment.

A 'shadow dancer' came forward with a chainsaw, and Herzog suddenly stood up and became gentle again. He adjusted his collar and turned his head, finally casting his gaze on the other of the two brothers.

Behind him, the sharp gears cut through the layers of muscle and peeled out a huge heart. The god's body had evolved to the level of a pure-blooded dragon. The dark green heart was covered with a network of blood vessels and protected in a dark golden bone cage, like a mysterious and magnificent gem.

"Accidents happen in everything. It's okay if they happen. Just make sure you correct them in time. I taught you this, didn't I?"

Herzog came to the source girl and squatted down.

Genjitsu wasn't looking at him, even though his body was shaking with fear.

Herzog gently stroked his hair, softly and delicately, as if he was caressing a pet.

"You are different from your brother. You have really caused me a lot of trouble in the past few years, especially the night when you hunted down Utsunomiya Shuo four years ago. I was really scared. There are so many monsters in Tokyo... But fortunately, he is as cowardly as your brother. I don't know if you have guessed something. Do you think that sending ξ to him can stop me?"

Herzog stroked the side of Genji's face, then twisted his face to force him to look at himself instead of that stupid brother.

"What do you think this is?"

Herzog excitedly showed him what was behind him.

Those were blood bags hanging on the drip rack. The blood inside was dark red, and the inside of the transparent plastic was covered with grid-like stripes, just like the huge heart in the distance.

This must be blood of the same level as the Yamata no Orochi that can do such an incredible thing. Even after being extracted from the body, the blood itself is still tenaciously alive and wants to corrode and assimilate everything around it to maintain its own survival.

Herzog slapped his forearm, humming an outdated Russian tune as he inserted the transfusion needle into his vein.

The dark red liquid began to slowly squeeze into the body of the source girl.

Not long after the blood was transfused, Yuan Zhinu's forearm suddenly swelled up at the position closest to the needle, then quickly deflated, swelled up, and deflated again, as if boiling steam was rising in the blood vessels.

After doing all this, Herzog stood up and walked to the other side. His toes stopped beside Yuan Zhisheng's ear. He lowered his head and smiled smugly, "Don't look at me like that, my child. Your dear brother can't bear the blood. You have to use your own blood to help him. This is the love of a brother, right? You owe him so much, you can't let him bear everything in the end. You should thank me. In the end, I gave you a chance to fulfill your obligations as a brother."

On the other side of Gen Chisheng, the shadow dancer had already inserted another blood transfusion tube into Gen Chinu's other arm. He now squatted next to Gen Chisheng again, preparing to connect them together, so that the elder brother's blood would flow into the younger brother's body. The blood of the two emperors combined would finally be able to deal with the blood of the strongest demon, right?

He is Yuan Zhisheng's teacher. If Yuan Zhisheng can think of a backup plan, how could he not think of it?

So he simply left ξ next to Utsunomiya Zhuo. That person just wanted to protect ξ, so he just went and protected him.

They watched him ascend the throne from afar.

"Drink-"

The sharp knife light suddenly descended.

With a "whoosh", a semi-arc silver blade entered the body. Sakura Yabuki, who was wearing a black ninja uniform, stabbed the "Kikuichimonji Norimune" into the back of the shadow dancer's neck with such force that the blade sank into the ground.

Herzog looked up sharply.

Yuan Zhisheng also suddenly widened his eyes.

He didn't expect Ying to rush out to save him at this time. This was not what she should do. She should press the switch of the detonator.

Before Yuan Zhisheng could move his lips, he found himself being carried up by someone and quickly moving away from the body of the Yamata-no-Orochi.

Sakura's shoulders were very narrow, and carrying him on such shoulders left half of Gen Chisei's abdomen hanging outside, but Sakura held him with both hands. After Sakura had stopped the Shadow Dancer with a sneak attack, she had given up on 'Kikuichimonji Norimune'. She had no intention of continuing to risk her life. She jumped out not to kill anyone, but to save this man.

(End of this chapter)