Chapter 773 Rain and Fire

A fourth-level Yuzun deigned to become a killer, specifically to target him alone, and he was also able to grasp his whereabouts...

Even within the alliance, there are not many such people.

"It's...people from the A-Arakawa family...spent money..." Baimugui violently coughed out sharp blood-colored ice and made a vague sound.

"That's a good joke, keep going."

Huai Shi's expression became more and more indifferent, unmoved.

Arakawa is a typical Yakuza, narrow-minded, vindictive, reckless, unscrupulous in doing things, and will retaliate... If you are not familiar with him, you will definitely think so, it must be that reckless man who took advantage of the chaos to attack you.

It's a pity that it's all acting skills...

Among the five former bosses, Arakawa's favorite was to adopt the persona of an unreasonable and reckless man, messing around and only taking advantage without suffering any losses. In fact, he knew his inner accounts better than anyone else.

Let him take action against one of his own at this time, to kill a Green Sun Nova with a strong background in Tengu Mountain, and his brain is not completely broken.

Seeing that his lie was exposed, Bai Mugui was silent for a moment, smiled mockingly, and looked away from Huai Shi.

Even if he wanted to say it, Tomb of the Unreturnable would not allow it.

It's still death, but the punishment of dying in the Tomb of the Unreturnable is even more painful. It would be better to die here, the source material backed up in hell will still have a chance to resurrect from the coffin...

The hundred-eyed ghost closed his eyes.

If you want to kill, just kill, what nonsense!

"It's so strange that you have a backbone when you're about to die."

Huai Shi glanced at him one last time and looked away, "If you don't want to be happy, you just want to be unhappy..."

The sound of shadows boiling sounded.

The door of the Bone Burial Sanctuary rose from the darkness again. Behind the open door, countless darkness condensed into substance extended out, like a child's small hand, and fell on the Hundred-Eyed Ghost.

At that moment, the old man froze on the spot and turned back dullly - it was unbelievable that in that darkness, there was a lofty and solemn divinity.

Like a chasm leading to the deepest part of hell.

While countless crows were watching, the ray of divinity he had stolen from a foreign country began to tremble humbly. That look in his eyes was not full of murderous intent, but... unspeakable hunger!

What the hell is this!

His expression became distorted, and he struggled and resisted, but it was already too late.

The frost that penetrated deep into the bone marrow was constantly piercing out, and his limbs had been entangled in the darkness, and little by little, they were being pulled into the darkest depths...

Never return it.

"Wait, wait a minute-"

He tried his best to open his mouth and scream, but then, huge darkness surged like a spring and swallowed him up. Pulling his soul into the eternal dream of decay.

Gradually melting, gradually dissociating, and gradually becoming part of the burial sanctuary.

The door slammed shut and disappeared into darkness.

And Lawrence finally rowed on the ice beam of the flying frame and fell from the sky. After landing, he was stunned for a moment and didn't react: "Where are the people?"

"Here."

Huai Shi raised his foot and kicked the body that was completely frozen into ice next to him.

"died?"

Lawrence's eyes widened in disbelief, "You did it?"

How could you destroy the corpse so quickly?

And, how the hell did he kill him?

After the fourth-level sublimator merges with divinity, he is basically no longer an ordinary person. No matter how tragic the physical damage is, it can be made up for with the source of matter. And after the second transformation, the soul is integrated with divinity, and it initially possesses Characteristics of a former god.

He can be regarded as a demigod who once walked the world.

Swordsmen are invulnerable.

Even if he was defeated by Huai Shi, he would be helpless at most.

Huaishi's operation just now was as fierce as a tiger's, but in fact it was not a fatal injury at all. If you really want to kill this old man, you have to rely on Beelzebub's trial mode.

What really hurt Baimugui was the miraculous seal that Lawrence used all his strength to perform.

Recreating the natural disasters that the gods once sent in Egypt to this moment and here——

As the most famous disaster recorded in the "Sacred Scripture", the essence of frost and hail disaster is to kill all life, cruelly destroying all life through freezing.

Lawrence plays a tool man responsible for providing aiming, serving as a bridge to guide the authoritative relics in Canaan, the blocked border, to aim here and then deliver punishment.

Such exaggerated destructive power is not unexpected.

But how did Huaishi do it?

He could see that there was only an empty shell left in front of him. Not to mention the stigmata, even the soul and divinity had disappeared, as if they had been eaten clean...

That's called thoroughness.

"Tengu Mountain still has this ability?" He couldn't believe it.

"When you come out to hang out, you have to have some skills to stay under control, right?" Huai Shi waved his hand calmly: "It's just a patch, not worth mentioning."

Lawrence's expression twitched.

What are you doing here?

I always feel that without me, this bastard can crush Baimugui to death here.

This is fucking outrageous.

"How did you know I was attacked?" Huai Shi asked.

"Sheng Tianmu's phone call, the killer in the collection of all evils, someone has issued a reward for you..." Lawrence glanced at him: "You'd better be careful, your head is worth a lot of money now, second only to Birth of third eye."

"That's too flattering to me. It would be nice to let other big guys see it." Huai Shi shrugged nonchalantly.

In fact, he felt that he could be worth more...

He raised his head and was about to speak to Lawrence, but his movements froze in place.

The crows who were searching the inner circle of Danbo finally sent him unexpected news...

"What's wrong?" Lawrence looked at Huai Shi's stiff expression.

Huaishi said nothing.

Look back.

Amidst the heavy rain and thunder, fire lights kept lighting up in the distance, and loud explosions were heard... It was clearly raining in the sky, but the ground seemed to be on fire.

The turmoil came suddenly, with heavy rain covering everything.

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When the dilapidated vehicle broke through the barrier of the heavy rain and stopped at the scene of the car accident, all that could be seen was devastation.

The burnt black carriage basket gave off a pungent smell, and the blood color was gradually diluted by the heavy rain, and the original color was no longer visible.

The dark birds folded their iron wings and landed on the power lines from the heavy rain, quietly overlooking the decadent scene.

And the dying young man.

It's too late.

In the cold rain, the messy yellow hair stuck to the pale face, dying.

This was a cruel execution for traitors.

After brutally breaking most of his limbs and inflicting the most brutal pain, he opened his arteries and threw him at the crime scene, leaving him to bleed out little by little and die.

In the heavy rain, he tried hard to keep his eyes open, trying to see clearly the blurry figures in front of him.

"Boss...is it you..."

"It's me, Ushijima."

Huai Shi knelt down and responded softly, "You haven't been back for a long time, so I came to find you."

In a daze, Ushijima tried hard to raise his hand.

It was as if I was afraid that what was in front of me was just a phantom that would disappear if I blinked, so I tried in vain to hold it tight.

So hard.

"Boss, I...I didn't betray you...I didn't...tell them..."

The man choked and coughed, trying so hard to say what he wanted to say, but he gradually couldn't. He could only breathe hard and make small sounds.

"Yes, I know." Huai Shi nodded, holding his palm tightly with both hands, and solemnly told him: "I am fine, Ushijima, because you protected me."

In the silence, Ushijima was stunned for a moment, and his pale face curled up with difficulty.

Laughed.

It's like winning.

No more sound.

Only Huai Shi held his hand, feeling the last warmth passing by in the heavy rain.

No medicine or stone can save me, not even the iron crow's source of energy can revive the collapsed consciousness...

He is dead.

Perhaps he should have died a long time ago. With such severe injuries and the loss of so much life, his life had already disappeared along with the blood in the rain.

The reason why I still stay here is because I still have something I want to say to myself.

After saying that, he left.

Reluctant to stay a moment longer.

Huai Shi lowered his head and looked at what he was holding tightly in his palm. On the paper ball that had already been soaked by blood and rain, only a few traces of words could be faintly discerned.

Huaishi once said to Qianye Ryuji: Even if I can save one person, it is worth it. But now, he couldn't even save the one in front of him.

Until the last moment, the person he was supposed to rescue was doing his best to protect himself.

Even if it means sacrificing one's life.

It was just because Huai Shi expressed her approval of his talent, praised his talent, spent some time with him, and taught him some unnecessary Latin...

That's all.

"I'm sorry, Ushijima-kun."

He apologized softly, "I lied to you."

Even if you don't need me, you can definitely become a better person. Even if you don't sacrifice your life, you will have a bright future.

In the silence, Huai Shi carefully unfolded the ball of paper and looked at the repeated writing on it.

【Hinc itur ad astra】

"Sleep, my friend."

Before leaving, Huai Shi turned back one last time and offered his prayers.

——May you pass this road and reach the stars.

Arakawa family.

It was obviously a heavy rain, but everything was shrouded in the endless firelight.

It was a scarlet color, and it was hard to tell whether it was the color of blood or burning. His lungs twitched, but he didn't know whether it was the smell of blood or the smoke that was too pungent.

There was a loud noise in the distance, not only a whine but also the roar of flames.

Arakawa roared angrily, raised the gun in his hand, and killed those who rushed into the yard one by one. Until finally, the gun in his hand vibrated, making an empty clicking sound, and there were no more bullets.

He was stunned for a moment, then laughed mockingly in the rainstorm.

Laugh at yourself.

I have always prided myself on being smart and proud, but I never thought that everyone would be betrayed and separated overnight.

"Surrender, Master."

The betrayers outside the door slowly walked in and pulled out their weapons: "We have been masters and slaves for so many years. I hope we can get together and part ways."

"It's easy to get together and get together?"

Arakawa was stunned for a moment, couldn't help but sneered, and spat on the ground.

"Boy, didn't your previous team leader tell you... There is only one way out, and that's death!" He grinned and sneered disdainfully: "Come on, take my head!"

After a brief silence, the subordinate nodded regretfully and pulled out the short knife from his waist: "Then, please forgive me for being rude."

Five minutes later, the head of the head of the Arakawa family was put into the box.

He was ferocious to the point of death, without any fear or weakness.

The attackers would ruthlessly kill all the survivors in the house, then pour gasoline on them and burn everything to the ground before leaving.

The fire burned all night long.

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"Die!"

Under the same heavy rain, Akasaki Makoto roared angrily, raised his arms, and his whole body was like steel. He withstood dozens of assault rifle fires in front of him, broke through a long distance, raised his hand while running wildly, and punched with all his strength!

First, a gunman's head exploded into a ball of pulp, followed by the second, third, and fourth... In less than half a minute, all those who blocked the way were crushed by the hardened iron fist.

"Mrs. Yuriko! Where are you, Mrs. Yuriko?"

Ignoring checking the wound on his abdomen, he stumbled forward and pushed open the last door - and then he saw countless splashes of blood.

All the attackers were dead.

In the center of the conference room, Yuriko Ochiai turned around, holding a heavy naginata in her hand and panting slightly.

The deserted face was stained red with blood, cold and solemn.

Only at this time can people remember: The reason why she was elected as the leader was not because of her amazing appearance, but because she was brave and strong and not inferior to men!

After her husband, the previous generation head of the family, died young, she became the ghost woman of the Ochiai family!

"Is it Akasaki?"

She waved her hand nonchalantly: "I'm fine, just a little late."

Akasaki leaned over, feeling ashamed and apologizing: "I'm late, please forgive me."

"Don't waste time, Akasaki, let's go, there are still a lot of things that need to be done."

Ochiai Yuriko listened to the fierce gunfire coming from outside, turned around, and ordered to the strong women who were walking out of the secret door behind her: "Everyone, prepare to meet the enemy!"