Dragon Clan: I can randomly draw a word spirit

"I know, don't worry, Dad."

Chapter 16 Kind People

When Gen Chino found Ryoma Sanro, he was doing a human body puzzle in the basement.

The head, torso, arms, thighs, and even fingers, each part came from a different person, both male and female, young and old, but without exception, only a small part remained.

Longma Shanlang put these parts together and created a deformed and twisted monster. His face was full of excitement and excitement, as if he was playing some exciting game.

Even though he was trapped here by the Execution Bureau, even though he was about to be surrounded, he didn't care. This game was the only thing in his mind, and there seemed to be flames burning in his golden eyes.

When Gen Chikyou appeared in a simple white sportswear, she seemed so out of place with the surrounding environment.

It was like white snowflakes falling on the mud. The whiteness was so dazzling, and the mud was even dirtier.

Longma Shanlang narrowed his eyes and looked at her warily with a cautious expression.

"Lyoma Sanlang." Yuan Zhinv's voice sounded without any intonation, slow and even a little lazy: "You are a senior cadre of the Menggui Clan."

Long Ma Shan Lang looked her up and down, his expression gradually becoming hesitant: "Are you... the Dragon King?"

Genji nodded, but she didn't really like this code name, so she said, "Just call me Kazama Ruri. The king will let me save you."

Longma Shanlang's vigilant expression finally relaxed, revealing a little joy: "I knew that General Wang would not give up on me."

Yuan Zhinv did not answer, but she showed great interest in his puzzle and asked, "Is this your masterpiece?"

Long Ma Shan Lang nodded: "It took me a lot of effort, but I finally finished it."

He smiled, showing his white teeth: "Look, isn't it beautiful?"

Yuan Zhinv took a look at the bloody mass of flesh that would give ordinary people nightmares, and commented: "It's quite unique."

When Longma Shanlang was recognized, he was immediately delighted and even developed a liking for the young Dragon King.

"This is what my mother looked like." He squatted in front of the bloody fragments, but his eyes became gentle: "She looked like this at the time. I put her together piece by piece."

Yuan Zhinu was stunned and remembered the document about Longma Shanlang that she had read before she set out. This man originally had an ordinary family. Although he was from the Longma family, it was just an inconspicuous branch.

It was not until he was fifteen years old that he was diagnosed with a dangerous bloodline. His mother was unwilling to believe it and refused to let anyone take him away. Long Ma Shanlang was able to escape with the help of his mother, but at the cost of her life.

"Over the years, I have never forgotten what she looked like. It is so hard to find someone who looks like her. I can only kill all those who look like her, and then collect a little here and a little there..."

He paused here and smiled as sweetly as a baby: "But I still managed to get it together. Look, she is so beautiful."

Pretty?

Yuan Zhinu looked at the bloody pile of minced meat again and really couldn't see the beauty in it. However, she was a considerate person, so she asked sincerely: "Do you need help bringing your mother along?"

Unexpectedly, Longma Shanlang shook his head.

"No, I don't think it's that similar."

"I'll find something more like it, for sure."

After saying that, he looked at Yuan Zhinv and said, "Let's go. It will be too late if we are late."

"I can feel those nasty guys approaching. I really want to kill them all."

Longma Shanlang sighed, turned around and walked out, muttering to himself: "But there is always a chance."

"I'm afraid this opportunity is gone."

The girl's regretful voice sounded behind him. Longma Shanlang looked back in confusion, but before he could see clearly, he felt a chill in his chest.

A dagger pierced his chest.

Yuan Zhinu's expression was focused, her hands were steady and quick, the blade cut open the heart to enlarge the wound, allowing more blood to flow out and quickly making the person lose their fighting ability.

In this month she has learned a lot of methods of killing. Now is her first time to practice them, but she does not feel unfamiliar with them. She even feels that it is a natural thing.

Longma Shanlang was overwhelmed by the severe pain and subconsciously wanted to struggle. The forbidden blood in his veins boiled, and his adrenaline surged and his joints crackled. He endured the pain and wanted to directly blow the woman's head off, but he was stunned when he saw the golden eyes of Yuan Zhinv.

He was pulled into a nightmare.

The dim basement lit up, and he came to the bright room. The woman in the white dress looked at him and smiled gently: "What do you want to eat today, Shanlang?"

Longma Shanlang stared blankly at the woman in front of him, unable to speak.

He knew clearly that this was an illusion, but he couldn't struggle. He just stared at the person in front of him blankly without blinking.

It had been so long that he could no longer remember what his mother looked like. When he woke up in his dreams at midnight, all he could see was that bloody, broken body.

The doorbell rang beside his ears, and the woman in the white dress smiled at him and said gently, "Shanlang, can you wait for mom here? Mom will open the door."

Long Ma Shanlang's whole body suddenly shuddered as if he had received an electric shock. He quickly pulled the woman's hand and said, "Mom, don't!"

But it was too late, the woman had already opened the door.

A group of men in black clothes with serious expressions squeezed into the room. They took out their ID cards and their eyes were as sharp as knives.

"Longma Shanlang, huh? His bloodline test failed and he could go out of control at any time. He's a dangerous hybrid. According to family rules, we have to take him away!"

The woman looked at the man in astonishment. Even though she had not yet realized what was happening, she instinctively protected Longma Shanlang.

"No, that's impossible. How could Shan Lang be a dangerous hybrid?"

The man waved his hand impatiently: "There will be no problem with the test, please don't interfere with official business, lady, please move aside!"

"No, I won't let you. There must be a misunderstanding here!"

The woman who was always gentle and spoke softly stubbornly stood in front of him, her frail body blocking all the cold and malicious gazes.

The scene changed and showed a woman being hacked to death, while Longma Shanlang was hiding under the bed and trembling.

He watched his mother being chopped into pieces until she could no longer be put together, but he was too cowardly to do anything but hide under the bed and hold back his tears. He didn't even have the courage to rush out and fight those people.

He is too weak, as weak as an ant.

The woman's head rolled to the side of the bed, her unfocused eyes wide open as she stared at Longma Shanlang.

There was fire everywhere, and the space was distorting. In front of Longma Shanlang's eyes, there was a burning bedroom and then a dilapidated basement.

He saw the girl in front of him, sometimes a little girl, sometimes a mother in a white dress. He had a splitting headache and could not distinguish between dreams and reality.

The massive blood loss made him weak, and the dragon transformation effect was lifted. He became the weak, cowardly boy again, but this time there was no one to protect him, and he was about to die.

Yuan Zhinv touched his head lovingly and said softly, "I'll take you to reunite with your mother. You're welcome."

"After all, I am a kind-hearted person and I cannot bear to see my subordinates sad."

Chapter 17 Sorry, my hands are slippery

Yuan Zhinv left the dirty and bloody basement, and above the basement was a shabby shopping mall with few people.

She wore a baseball cap with the brim pulled down to cover her face. She was also wearing normal sportswear. After blending into the crowd, she instantly became inconspicuous.

She brushed past several men in black who were walking towards her.

Yuan Zhisheng stopped and looked back as if he was being pulled by something.

But he couldn't see anything clearly. He only vaguely saw a white figure with a thin back and long black hair casually scattered.

She seemed to be a student from the neighborhood. There was nothing special about her, but there were not many girls in Japan who were so tall, which reminded him of Minamoto no Chitose.

"Boss, what's wrong?"

The new subordinate was very outgoing and asked curiously when he saw this.

I heard that this guy used to be a gangster. He was reckless, had little education, and didn't follow many rules. Even his name was Crow, which sounded very gangster-like.

Yuan Zhisheng glanced at him and shook his head: "It's okay, tell people to clear this place, surround the basement, and guard all exits."

"Yes, boss." Crow whistled and went to carry out the task excitedly. It didn't seem like he was about to face a murderous evil spirit, but more like he was going to a bar or something to warm up the party.

Yuan Zhisheng didn't quite understand what his new subordinate was thinking about all day long, but he didn't have the time to care at the moment.

His mind was on the evil spirit in the basement.

After receiving the news, he rushed here without stopping, driving at lightning speed for fear of leaving this guy any chance to escape.

Fortunately, he arrived early enough.

The weather is good today, very suitable for commemorating the dead.

But sacrifices must be brought for memorial services, and Yuan Zhisheng thought that the evil ghost was a good choice.

The basement was filled with the smell of blood. Yuan Zhisheng walked in slowly alone, vigilantly guarding all the dark corners.

This evil ghost has upgraded his bloodline and is developing towards Deadpool. He may even have lost his sanity. This is an extremely dangerous thing. Even with an excellent bloodline, Yuan Zhisheng has to be careful and vigilant.

But he soon discovered that his actions were unnecessary.

He didn't find the evil spirit in the basement, but he saw the boy nailed to the wall.

The boy was thin and pale, his body slightly curled up, with a dagger stuck in his chest, which was also the knife that nailed him to the wall. But he was not dead yet, the dragon blood was giving him his last breath, but the faint golden light in his eyes seemed to be about to dissipate at any time.

In front of the boy were countless rotten corpses, among which Yuan Zhisheng saw the missing head of the executive.

The result was already obvious. Someone had executed the evil ghost before him, killing him.

Longma Shanlang looked up slowly when he heard the noise, but was stunned when he saw Yuan Zhisheng.

He slightly pulled the corners of his mouth and forced himself to reveal a sarcastic, ugly smile.

"Why, are you afraid that I won't die? Cough cough, so you come back to see if I'm dead? Cough cough cough..."

He was already breathing more out than in, and every time he spoke, large mouthfuls of blood would flow out of the corners of his mouth, accompanied by broken internal organs. However, he was still tenacious and stubborn, and said to Yuan Zhisheng with full of sarcasm:

"You are nothing but a poor abandoned creature."

Yuan Zhisheng's pupils suddenly contracted, and he suddenly realized something.

This person obviously recognized the wrong person and mistook him for someone else, the person who killed him.

He thought the man who killed him had returned.

And that person must look very similar to him, so similar that Longma Shanlang would mistake him at first sight.

"Young girl..."