Not being human in Ghost Slayer: Blade

Although he was a little sorry on his chest, he was in good health and dressed coolly, but one of the four Raksha ghosts with the strange title of horse head was being tortured.

"Stop howling, work is work, if it falls into my hands, just accept your fate."

While talking, Yinhe put another brick under her feet because her stomach was full and unable to vent.

Tiger stool, simple and easy to use.

The back of the horse's head is fully fixed, the two legs are tense, and then a brick is placed under one leg, so that all the strength is pressed on the knee joint.

Ordinary people go down three bricks to keep it drenched in cold sweat, but this.... is also drenched in sweat.

In the long street assassination a few days ago, because the identity of Yinhe was unknown, the guards arranged by Bude were only mediocre, and they were killed by the minister's elite and passed in front of Yinhe, and then...

Then there was no more, one was caught, and the rest escaped.

Now, it is the record of the enemy's female interrogation that I like to hear.

"Your body is weird, so flexible."

Ignoring the other party's subtle "you have the face to say me" look in the eyes, looking at the horse's head that still has no painful expression after laying a brick again, Yinhe smiled and began to test other aspects of her body.

The Raksha Four Ghosts, who were born as practitioners in Huangquan Temple, eat materials mixed with dangerous species of flesh and blood all year round. They grew up eating sea monsters in the deep mountains of Huangquan Temple. They have undergone rigorous training. It has also mutated and can manipulate the body at will.

Of course, it’s only part of it. The horse head in front of me only has the ability to sweat at will, and the sweat has also turned into a kind of oil, and it also wears a horseshoe to prevent sweating, which is probably why it is called a horse head.

But it was enough for her to face such a gentle punishment. Is this really a punishment?

Rather, from Yinhe's eyes, it's some kind of game, and he's confirming something.

He is interested in his body.

After the test, Yinhe put down the girl with twin ponytails tied to the tiger stool, ignoring her strange expression: "Come with me."

He jumped lightly to confirm his physical condition, the horse head shook its neck, and looked at Yinhe's back.

If you sneak up on him now—

Shaking my head, where should I sneak attack?

The physique that can heal even a broken heart, the head can't be confirmed, the poison can't be confirmed... But judging from the other party's expression, it is undoubtedly full of confidence in this, and the horse's head followed obediently.

A prisoner needs a prisoner's Yazi. The current situation is much better than expected, so be good.

And, it's really handsome!

......

Yinhe slowly walks in the private prison of Bude's house, which sounds a bit wrong, but as a high-ranking official of the empire and a military family who has occupied the imperial capital for thousands of years, Bude's ancestral house is a city within a city, a military fortress, and Yinhe is also in the position of the minister. Only with the assistance of the team can we further borrow some of the facilities here.

Of course, there is a limit.

Those are trivial matters, Yinhe is thinking about some problems, and he has a better understanding of the current situation of this country, and he also has difficulties.

The chaos in this country is essentially a contradiction that cannot be reconciled to cover up and is on the verge of eruption. More importantly, there is no time. A year earlier, the Milky Way can slowly solve it in a gentle way, but now...it is too late.

In many cases, the reason why he is able to act recklessly is-"abundance of ability".There is a way and the ability to solve the difficulties we face, just do it... But in the face of things with little hope, passion, struggle, and hard work have never been his style.

Ah, words can't be said dead.

"Horse head...that's an ugly title. What's your real name?"

"Mez, my lord."

The Energetic One is indeed quiet at the moment, waiting for the Galaxy to make a request.

"It's very nice, I want to know, what do you think of the empire?"

"..."

Silence, this question seems a little too broad for her to answer as an executioner.

"My lord, an empire is an empire."

Finally, this answer.

"Tsk, the social division is too serious, and the people don't care about these things at all... I know it." Yinhe curled his lips,

"Then do you think the current empire is good or not? If the empire is in trouble, are you willing to contribute?"

"Well, do you want to hear the truth or lies?"

"lie."

"I am willing."

I haven't talked about it today. As a certain sense of class vested interests, even those with vested class interests cannot develop the class consciousness of maintaining their own class. This empire eats grass pills.

Grass.

Yin Yin asked in a dismayed way: "Then what about the truth?"

"I need to pay more." Metz said sincerely.

It's too real!

Yinhe understood that the so-called Huangquan Temple was actually a mercenary force like the monks and soldiers in the 11th district, which lord gave money to help the other. That's why they surrendered so unscrupulously after being captured.

"I understand."

What else can the galaxy say?

Metz looked at Yinhe with a pair of dead fish eyes, really handsome!

After all, he couldn't restrain himself: "My lord, what do you want to do? Maybe I can help you."

Yinhe stood still, turned his head, and Metz showed a flattering smile.

Weird guy.

"As the emperor, of course it is to take back the empire from the rebels, do you dare to come?"

Laughing energetically, Metz understood what Ginga said in his own way.

"Of course, a job is a job, please do hire me."

"Oh, then what payment do you want?"

The coolly dressed girl bent down and bowed respectfully: "You have already paid."

Strange, forget it, I don't have time to care about these little things, Yinhe took Metz, who was from enemy girl to prisoner to strange mercenary, to the gate of General Bude's big and strange house.

After leaving the dungeon, guards stepped forward immediately, less surveillance and more protection.

So God's opponent is a good teammate, but, that's it, you can't count on others in a short period of time. Bude is really stubborn. Galaxy doesn't expect him to show any initiative at all.

"My lord, do you want to go out?"

At this time, a guard who was clearly an elite guard next to him reminded him: "It's dangerous outside..."

"Okay," Yinhe waved his hand, "Let's step back."

"Yes!"

Yinhe has gradually figured out a way to deal with these people, no need to explain anything, just order directly, and let them think for themselves.

With Metz, Galaxy went to the slums of the imperial capital.

This empire took herbal pills, the people revolted, foreign nations invaded, and they messed up on their own. They are still not saved than Shinra, so the galaxy can only be simpler and rougher.

First of all, he needs a group of loyal fighters, a group of spiritual imperial people.

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Chapter No.17

two forty six fury

slums.

The first scene where Galaxy refreshed in this world, he still remembers the road after the rain, it was muddy, mixed with stench.

Now that it is coming again, it is still strong, with a mixed smell of rotting vegetation, feces and blood, which makes people wish to stay far away from this place.

So the nobles pretended that this place did not exist, and even their henchmen were unwilling to come here, but this place clearly existed, and it would continue to exist, becoming an indispensable and growing part of this country.

The galaxy is here.

This is very rare. A person like him with a group of muscular, shiny armored and intimidating guards should not appear here, especially when a guard stepped on it, the muddy water splashed made him His eyelids twitched.

The person who watched secretly seemed to have ridiculed from the bottom of his heart.

Even in the slums, there are oppressors, these greedy guys, planing food in the rotten shacks.That's right, only some waste products and garbage, or moldy and foul-smelling food can be found here. In fact, these things are often looted, but the most valuable thing here-

Still human.

The existence of dangerous species makes the funeral business not smooth in the customs of the empire. In the middle and lower classes, people are often the food of some dangerous species. Although it sounds cruel, it is true.

Dangerous species cannibalize people, humans eat dangerous species, and then humans cannibalize humans... It's hard to say that there is no reason why the people in the imperial capital gradually became abnormal.

In short, it is very complicated, leaving aside, Galaxy came here and looked at a few guards with tense faces. It is not that they can't bear it, but the complex environment of the slums is easy to be attacked by surprise, so they are very vigilant.

"Take it easy, take it easy."

Yinhe had a casual expression, and when he saw someone wearing a cloak appearing here, he smiled.

Leo Nai is really popular in various senses in the middle and lower classes of the imperial capital, with all kinds of religions, especially the slums, which are controlled by gangs of all sizes. Without her as a bridge, the rumors of the Galaxy may not be released so smoothly.

Having money and spending it are two different things, and having money that cannot be spent is the same as having no money, so talent is the most important thing.

"Well, it's good to see you,"

With the presence of outsiders, Leonai didn't say much, he could even be said to be very defensive, his whole body was shrouded in a cloak.

"follow me."

The galaxy keeps up.

The slums are controlled by gangs, and they are not taken seriously by the decent people of the empire. Even the exploitation and exploitation are aimed at the common people and the rich, and then the grievances of these people are vented on the poor and outsiders, twisted and terrifying. The blood and lives paid by the lower classes can be said to have degenerated from feudal civilization to slavery.

What the galaxy needs are people, not slaves, or at least people.

Originally, according to Galaxy's style, it would definitely create some interesting things for this world, but the rules of this world restrict this, and there is not enough time, so we can only use a more green-skinned method.

Metz followed Galaxy energetically, observing all possible ambush places.

very serious.

Strange?

But for her, work is work.

It was this kind of attitude coupled with the bonus of being a woman, Yinhe did not simply and rudely give her a chance, and Metz grasped the opportunity keenly.

It's a terrible world, and you can't be too hard on someone who doesn't do it for fun, excitement, and fun.

When he followed Leonai to a place full of talents, Yinhe was almost fainted.

This scene reminded him of the romantic city, the eve of the advent of perfume, the dark, terrifying, profound and indescribable Middle Ages.

Keep smiling, keep smiling.

"I don't care who you are," Yinhe expressed his purpose of coming today, watching the scene where gangsters of all sizes gathered in the slums in front of him: "I'm not targeting anyone, but everyone here, they are all rubbish."

Facing his words, no one expressed any objection.

It's not that they are all good babies from the slums, nor is it that Yinhe's personality is so convincing, it's purely the way Leone gathers these people... Yinhe didn't want to explore, but after he touched it, the bones of his hands were broken broken fist.

"And the purpose of my coming, I think you are all clear."

A group of people looked at me and I looked at you. In the end, Leonai stared and became quiet again.

"Very well, then, your task is to..."

The mob, no one cares about the mob, but for the galaxy, they are actually the mob, and a top combat power is enough to be comparable to tens of thousands of elite soldiers.

He just needs blank paper, good blank paper to draw on.

Further research on the empire, the galaxy is becoming more and more desperate. This is a place where the strong is the king of the fungus, and people are used to determining social status by strength.

Can you believe it?

Regardless of the government or the people, the biggest expense in a person's life is endless weapons and food. There is no art, no entertainment, nothing... A proper weapon is the most important property of an imperial person. If you have armor, congratulations You, you have become one of a handful in the Empire.