My avatar is becoming the final boss

Chapter 82 Blood Descendants

The moment Gu Zhuoan walked back to the bar, a low female voice called out to him:
"What's wrong with you?"

Glancing sideways, Chihiro Amemiya, in a red dress, leaned against the wall outside, her shoulders folded. She lowered her brows and continued to ask without turning her head:

"Could it be that it's the same old problem...the problem of losing control of superpowers has worsened again?"

"There's a bug among your guests."

"insect?"

Chihiro Amemiya was slightly stunned and turned to look at Gu Zhuo's case.

This underground bar was founded by the mafia family behind her. Every guest is carefully selected. Only people with a certain status in the underworld are eligible to enter, and they must sign a strict confidentiality agreement before that.

How could a bug sneak into a place like this?

Who is so bold?

"Help me investigate the man in the flowered shirt. Contact me when you have any results."

He said this in a hoarse and cold voice, and then, under the confused gaze of the proprietress, Gu Zhuoan walked towards the exit of the bar without looking back.

Gu Zhuo never looked at her from beginning to end.

"He...can cry too?"

Chihiro Amemiya hugged her shoulders, whispered softly, and glanced at Gu Zhuoan's back again.

He walked unsteadily, and his back looked like a mad dog with its spine whipped.

As they exited the underground bar, morning light streamed down from the sky. Gu Zhuoan raised the back of his hand to shield himself from the sun, squinting his eyes, his bloodshot pupils trembling.

After a moment, he slowly raised his head and suddenly saw a figure in the alley suspended in mid-air by a black ribbon. His body was surrounded by long black ribbons to form a huge sphere, hanging motionless in mid-air.

Through the gaps between the restraints, he could see an unconscious man inside.

The man's appearance and the floral shirt he was wearing were exactly the same as the person who had left him the recorder. At this time, the man's sunglasses slowly slipped from his face and fell to the ground through the gap in the restraints, making a crisp sound.

"Black pupa..."

Gu Zhuo'an muttered the name gloomily, a violent glint in his eye. He passed beneath the man in the flowered shirt and slowly disappeared into the sunlight at the end of the alley.

Ten minutes ago, the restraint belt incarnation handed the recorder to Gu Zhuoan and left the underground bar.

After returning to the alley, he immediately climbed up to the rooftop of the residential building, found the fainted old man, and honestly returned his floral shirt, suit pants and sunglasses. The main point is the spirit of a good young man who always returns what he borrows.

Then Ji Minghuan controlled the restraint belt avatar to stretch out his right arm from the railing and peeled off a "restraint belt trap" on the top of a cosmetics billboard endorsed by Xinheng Yui.

In a blink of an eye, the pitch-black restraints wrapped around a corner of the billboard like a group of snakes, covering Arata Yui's beautiful face, but it soon became transparent, and the billboard quickly returned to its original appearance.

[Active skill - "Bound Belt Trap" has been released. The cooldown period of this skill is: one day (one bound belt trap will be generated every day, and a maximum of two bound belt traps can be stored)]

[The current number of available restraint traps is: 0]

Immediately afterwards, Ji Minghuan asked the avatar to throw out the man in the flowered shirt who had put on his clothes again.

The moment the trap was triggered, the man's body was instantly swallowed by the rising restraints. He swung in the air like a swing for a while, and then slowly stopped in the alley.

"This way, when Dad gets out, he won't waste time investigating the underworld, but will come straight for me... He can't be so stupid as to think I'm really a gangster, right?"

Thinking of this, Ji Minghuan contentedly let the restraints on the rooftop transform into a hot gas and disperse.

Black Pupa's true form had already arrived home, and he lay in his hotel bed with nothing to do. Tomorrow night, Ji Minghuan would use Black Pupa to meet Gu Zhuo'an in a building near the Tokyo Bay Bridge. He believed that since Gu Zhuo'an had been threatened in this way, it was impossible for him not to investigate.

So the only one still busy at this moment is our Unit 2.

At this moment, across Tokyo, Ji Minghuan piloted Unit 2, Xia Ping Zhou, to the meeting place Ayase Origami had mentioned. He looked up at the abandoned amusement park in front of him and walked past the "No Trespassing" sign.

The giant doll at the entrance was so tattered it was beyond recognition, and even a hundred stitches wouldn't restore it to its original state. Many of the rides were so dilapidated they were unsightly—the pirate ship's wooden hull was riddled with holes, sawdust piled on the ground like snow, and the black sails had been eroded by the wind, leaving only a blur of white.

He walked around the amusement park and soon found an entertainment facility that was still functioning.

That is the carousel, the most frequented place for adults to bring their children to the amusement park.

But at this moment, the scene that appeared in Xia Pingzhou's pupils was more or less inappropriate for children: nine tall figures in suits and leather shoes were hanging on the top of the carousel - their bodies rolled their eyes and slowly rotated with the carousel, but without a trace of blood, they died very cleanly.

The entire amusement facility was unusually clean, which made the scene even more eerie.

Amidst the nine corpses sat a red wooden horse, upon which sat a woman with long, pale blond hair and a red dress. She had a slender figure, appearing to be about 1.79 meters tall, a bit taller than Xia Pingzhou. Her demeanor was graceful and elegant, yet tinged with a subtle aggression.

The woman sat sideways on the wooden horse, and the wind blowing from Tokyo made her light golden hair rise and fall slowly like waves.

She tilted her red eyes, looked down at Xia Pingzhou's figure, and slowly raised the corners of her mouth and said, "Are you the newcomer they were talking about?"

"No. 12, Xia Pingzhou." Ji Minghuan replied calmly.

His gaze remained fixed on the corpses spinning along with the carousel. A closer look revealed some clues: their bodies appeared intact, but were actually shattered into pieces. However, blood-red lines in the air had forcibly stitched these fragments together, making them look like a complete corpse.

The most terrifying thing was that when Ji Minghuan got closer, he realized that it wasn't a corpse at all...

They were still alive: their breathing was clearly audible, but these people could only maintain the same posture, hanging in mid-air motionless, with the whites of their eyes exaggeratedly rolled upwards, their faces distorted, white foam sliding from the corners of their mouths, and they were visibly suffering from great pain.

With a "creak", the top plate of the amusement facility suddenly stopped, the wooden horse stopped moving, and the bodies of the nine men in suits shook twice and then stopped moving.

Instead, the woman in the red dress sitting on the red wooden horse spoke:
"I'm number 9 in the brigade. I don't have a name. They usually call me 'Bloodborn', and some call me 'Vampire'. Don't you want to give yourself a code name?"

Ji Minghuan shook his head: "I don't have a code name yet."

The Bloodborn curled his lips at him and said slowly, "I see. We usually call each other by name if we have one, and codename if we don't. If there's really no other choice, we use our group numbers instead. However, usually only members who don't have a good relationship with each other will call each other by codenames."

"I see..." Ji Minghuan said expressionlessly, "What's wrong with these people?"

The Bloodline said calmly, "They are the psychic bodyguards hired by the Amemiya family. Judging from their skills, each one is almost at the Kui level. I just happened to run into them on the road and thought it was fun, so I killed them."

Ji Minghuan observed for a moment, then withdrew his gaze from the nine bodyguards and speculated slowly:

"Your ability should be controlling blood. You split their bodies into countless pieces, but then manipulated the blood into threads to sew their bodies together. At the same time, you controlled the blood circulation in their bodies. This way, even though they were already broken into pieces, they wouldn't die for a while."

"Oh? You discovered all this." The blood descendant raised his eyebrows, stared at Ji Minghuan, and an intriguing arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Ji Minghuan continued to ask: "Then can you drain the blood of anyone?"

"No," the vampire said frankly, "I can only control their blood when my own comes into contact with that of others." She paused, cupping her cheeks with her hands. "It sounds like... you're afraid I'll suck all your blood out?"

Ji Minghuan met her extremely aggressive gaze.

He suddenly asked politely, "Number 9, can you give me your toy?"

As he spoke, he pointed with his chin at the nine men hanging under the top plate of the carousel.

The Blood Descendant was stunned for a moment and asked curiously, "Why?"

Ji Minghuan explained expressionlessly, "My Sky Drive is quite special. It can become stronger by killing extraordinary people."

He didn't even blink when he lied, just looking straight into the blood descendant's red eyes.

The fact is, if the nine people hung by the blood descendants under the huge turntable are indeed the top-level ability users, then sending them to their deaths can be fully counted into the development progress of the No. 2 machine's training system - "Wild Hunt Winter". It would be a waste not to use these nine heads.

(End of this chapter)