Chapter 257 The King Says Hello to You
The thin, white, snake-like soft scales wrapped around the twisted figure's arms, emitting an uneasy glow in the dim light. The upper-shirted Wangshu woman looked cold, and did not show any surprise at the dragon-like limbs.

This made the twisted figure somewhat disappointed. What he wanted to see was the Lord Dragon King, who was once high and mighty, but was also a ghost, but was looking at them with the eyes of an ant, with a look of extreme surprise.

The Dragon King of the fierce ghosts was once so noble, so proud and beautiful, so dazzling. Just like Princess Kaguya who lives on the moon, people can only watch from afar without having the slightest thought of blasphemy.

As a former high-ranking member of the Oni Clan, Sakurai Kogure, who serves as Ryoma, is also a beauty, but compared to Lord Dragon King, she is only fit to be a follower, and her presence is so low that people can hardly remember her.

Now, her bloodline has evolved and become closer to God. Having abandoned her identity as the Dragon King, Wangshu Shangshan is like falling from the moon, no longer so unattainable, but within reach.

The gaze of the Shangshan Wangshu girl became extremely cold: "I think you should know, right? Among the members of the Menggui Clan, not all tragedies were caused by the main family."

"I know what you want to say." The twisted figure smiled faintly, and his smile was a little twisted. "Although the former Snake Eight Clan is a fading giant, it is still so powerful. It is impossible for the first few kittens of the Fierce Ghost Clan to defeat such a huge existence."

As if she understood something, Wangshu's eyes gradually turned cold, and her voice became extremely cold: "So, you are also an insider?"

"That's right." The twisted figure admitted, "It is necessary to expand the number of fierce ghosts... no matter what method is used."

A sharp cutting sound rang out in the small alley, and the twisted figure took a look at the long knife that broke through the white scales and penetrated into his bones.

He continued as if he didn't feel any pain: "Although I am insignificant, I am one of the first people to join the Ghost Clan. As you can see, I am very weak, so the job assigned to me is to find suitable members for the Ghost Clan and then have them join us."

He smiled gently at Wangshu Xiangshan, "You know, to join us, you must have deep hatred. As for those who originally have happy families but are very outstanding, so outstanding that we must absorb them at all costs, we can only bring them...some tragedy."

The long knife penetrated into the bones and the arm completely lost feeling, but the twisted figure didn't care at all. He continued to laugh, and the twisted laughter was creepy.

"I also participated in your tragedy." He said, "I remember it was in a small town in a hill somewhere in Tokyo? That town was so quiet, so quiet that people couldn't bear to disturb it. You were a high school student at that time, pure as a blank sheet of paper, wearing a black and white sailor suit. I don't know how many boys were stunned by you."

"The king was in charge of making the plan, and the executors with me were all looking forward to seeing how intense the flames of revenge would be after you, such an innocent person, fell into the abyss!" He laughed wildly, "Sure enough, when your sister stabbed the long knife into your chest, we all cheered!"

"The strongest ghost we have been waiting for, the Dragon King of the fierce ghosts, is born!"

The golden color in Wangshu's eyes was rioting, as if there was a flame bursting out. She originally thought that after killing Wang Jiang, her road to revenge would come to an end. But she neglected that there were other evils flowing among the fierce ghosts besides Wang Jiang.

The black blood dripped down the blade and fell on the ground in the alley. White smoke rose up and several holes were left on the concrete floor. The twisted figure was evolving into something other than a human, and his blood was also evolving into something inhuman.

Suddenly, Wangshu Shangshan closed her eyes silently. When she opened them again, the gold and coldness in her eyes had completely disappeared.

The woman in the shirt put away the long sword and wiped the black blood off the blade. She sheathed the sword, then returned to the car, handed the sword to Sakurai Kogure, and turned back to silently look at the distorted figure full of confusion.

Her eyes showed no sadness or joy, no hatred or resentment, just as if the words the twisted figure had just said had nothing to do with her.

"What does this mean?" The twisted figure didn't care about his bleeding arm at all. "You don't mean to say that you have let go of all that, do you?"

Wangshu Shangshan looked at him silently without answering.

"Are you kidding me?" The distorted voice was a little emotional, and the already hoarse voice became even sharper. "Your life is ruined. Do you think you and your family have reconciled? Let me tell you, your sister will never forget that you pointed a knife at her!"

He took a deep look at the black car behind the woman wearing a shirt and said, "Even your sister who doesn't want to see her ugly appearance will understand what kind of person you were in the past after today."

"Have you said enough?" The voice of the woman wearing the shirt and Wangshu was equally indifferent.

"Of course it's not enough." The twisted figure said in a hoarse voice, "Once evolution begins, it can't be stopped. Without higher-level evolution medicine, you will only turn into a monster step by step. The king is back, and he will not let his most proud sword be lost. He will take away everything you have now and let you fall into the abyss again."

The girl in the shirt, who had an expressionless face, suddenly laughed. Her laugh was so beautiful, and the charm that was unintentionally revealed and deeply engraved in her bones made the twisted figure suddenly stunned.

"If you can do it, let him try." Shangshan Wangshu looked at him calmly. She was smiling, but the coldness in her eyes was far greater than before. "I will kill him again until he can no longer be resurrected."

A faint golden light flowed from the twisted figure's eyes. He looked deeply at Shangshan Wangshunu, who was expressionless again: "You are the Dragon King of the Fierce Ghosts for a while, and you will be the Dragon King of the Fierce Ghosts for your whole life. The name Shangshan Wangshunu is so ridiculous. You don't seem to like the name Yuan Zhinu, so accept the name that the king has prepared for you..."

"...Fukada Ruri, it's time to end your game of playing house." The distorted voice laughed faintly, and the laughter was so unpleasant.

Wangshu looked at him quietly: "Is it because this country is too peaceful that you have an illusion?"

"What do you mean?" The twisted figure looked confused.

He kept provoking the anger of Shangshan Wangshu, and even had the intention of leaving an arm behind, or escaping with serious injuries. There were some truths and some lies in what he said. The false one was that his evolution was far inferior to the other party. After all, if he could close the gap with the evolution medicine, he would not be an insignificant character among the fierce ghosts.

If it is true, then a more advanced evolution medicine does exist. However, he is not qualified to take it. Such advanced things are naturally taken by people with more noble bloodlines. The bloodline of the Dragon King is the most fierce among all the ghosts. No one dared to look her in the eye when her eyes turned golden.

"Although the underworld has disappeared from this vast land for a long time, some things have been preserved." The woman in the shirt looked at the twisted figure silently and smiled gently, "Did you pay homage to the pier when you came here?"

The distorted voice stopped talking because he saw that Sakurai Kogure, who was standing behind the woman in the upper shirt, was quietly looking up. There seemed to be awe in her eyes.

"Hey, you guys, who was the one claiming to be the Dragon King just now?" A cute female voice came from above his head. The twisted figure subconsciously looked up and saw an incomparably noble golden color.

The girl in black stood on the roof of a building, the hem of her windbreaker and her red ponytail fluttering in the wind. Above the classical and elegant mask, her golden pupils were so noble that no one dared to look directly at them.

"A hybrid with perfectly stimulated bloodline... no, it's even higher than that! An even more advanced evolved form!" The twisted figure murmured, tears of blood flowing from the corners of his eyes. That was the hurt he felt from looking directly at a more noble existence.

The pain stimulated him to lower his head quickly. He did as he was told, then knelt on the ground exhausted. The followers around him, who were also twisted in shape, were not much better. These guys who had failed to evolve and whose brains were burned out could only understand some of his instructions. They were brought here just to serve as cannon fodder to buy him time to escape.

"I'm asking you a question!" The black-clad girl on the rooftop was a little dissatisfied. She drew out the silver cross sword from her waist and pointed it downwards. "Who was that person who claimed to be the Dragon King just now?"

"...I think you must have misunderstood." Shangshan Wangshu lowered her head, took a step forward, bowed slightly and said, "This Dragon King refers to the Dragon King in shogi, not the one you understand."

The girl looked at her with interest: "Putting aside what I understand, what do you Japanese mean by speaking Chinese here?"

The woman in the shirt suddenly paused for a moment, and then she realized that the Japanese had been communicating in Chinese. She smiled bitterly and replied after realizing it, "...when in Rome, do as the Romans do."

"Forget it, you are so beautiful and you don't look like a bad person." The girl turned her golden gaze to the guys with runaway bloodlines who were still crawling on the ground.

Her beautiful eyes showed some disdain and disgust: "Just be Deadpool, being ugly is unique. It's really disgusting."

There was no way to refute the girl's words of judging people by their appearance. The distorted figure who had just talked with the woman in the shirt, Wangshu, was the leader of this group of people, and reached into his pocket, trying to take something out.

After a slight gunshot, the girl blew away the smoke from the muzzle of the silencer and looked disdainfully at the dangerous half-breed leader who was wailing while holding his broken arm: "It's ugly, so what? Do you think I'm blind?"

Then, she turned her head and looked at the other side of the street: "Master...Zero, how do we deal with these disgusting guys?"

The girl wearing Wangshushan looked up suddenly. She didn't notice that there were other people here.

On the other side of the alley, a man wearing the same black windbreaker, the same black gorgeous mask, and the same noble golden eyes was leaning against a telephone pole. He appeared at some point, and it seemed like he had been there a long time ago, but no one had noticed.

He held one hand across his chest, and with the other hand he was tossing something around. It seemed to be something that the leader of the dangerous hybrids wanted to take out, and he had no idea when it was in his hand.

Zero tilted his head slightly and glanced at these distorted figures.

As the guys he encountered became more and more outrageous, some of them were extras or miscellaneous soldiers, and the broken plan no longer bothered to show their names. It just threw out the three-dimensional image for him to see, confirming that these guys were weak miscellaneous soldiers.

The three-dimensionality of these twisted guys exceeded the human limit by three times, and each attribute reached 300, which was completely the level of elite deadpools. The leading guy was slightly stronger than them. The three-dimensionality of 500 was almost a dimensionality reduction attack for the unawakened hybrids.

More importantly, this guy's body has been transformed into Deadpool, but he still retains his self-awareness.

The noble golden gaze made the Deadpool leader dare not move, and the remote control used as a last resort fell into the hands of the newcomer for some reason. The absolute inferior bloodline prevented him from even wailing.

Zero looked at them again, thought for a moment and said, "Let the people from the Kassel branch handle it, but before that, get rid of all the irrational guys first."

Although the elite Deadpools who once caused him great trouble are now just ordinary soldiers, they are definitely a dimensionality reduction attack for ordinary people. Moreover, he has not forgotten that these guys do not have the aura of the Nibelungen, but are real Deadpools!
"As for this rational guy..." He looked at the leader of the Deadpools again. This guy should be able to ask a lot of questions.

Then he suddenly paused, because the guy who had just lowered his head and wailed while holding his broken hand was now looking at him quietly. In his eyes, which were originally a little cloudy and dim, there was a bright golden light.

The leader suddenly stood up, dragging his severed hand that was still dripping with blood, and tilted his head to look at him: "Zero?"

"Who are you?" With the golden transmission in his eyes, Zero quickly discovered that there was something wrong with this guy. He was being watched!

After being put into dreams twice, he was able to detect some mental fluctuations that were difficult to detect before. The leader of the Deadpool had originally been in a state of confusion, and could collapse and degenerate into an unconscious Deadpool at any time. But now, he... or the guy who was talking to him through the leader of the Deadpool, his mind was like being covered by fog.

The leader of the Deadpool suddenly smiled and said, "The King will say hello to you."

Blazing flames burst out from the alley, and the figures of the Deadpools were reduced to ashes in the flames, including the leader of the Deadpools. The remote control was a self-destruct button, and there was more than one. Someone pressed the detonation button from a distance.

The flames and shockwaves caused by the explosion expanded rapidly outward, exceeding everyone's reaction... or not everyone. The flames and shockwaves suddenly hit a transparent wall and were continuously compressed inwards.

The transparent wall looked thin, but it compressed the explosion that could easily destroy the alley. The fire, impact, and the sound of the explosion were gathered by the transparent wall until they turned into the smallest point and disappeared.

Aside from the black ground from the flames and some ashes that were once Deadpool's, everything in the alley was the same as before.

After taking back the sickle-weasel he had just released, Zero, who did not find any suspicious person, turned around and looked at the silent Shangshan Wangshu woman.

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