Amidst the faint screams, like ink falling into water, everything in front of him disappeared!
Fei Zi Yun looked around and realized that he was still in the room, but Mako Takamori was there. She was in a strange situation. Even with her eyes closed, she could still sense Fei Zi Yun's location. Her pale hands tightened around Fei Zi Yun's neck.
"Strong enough to stimulate your body's potential?" Fei Ziyun looked at Mako Takamori and without hesitation, chopped down with his hand.
Mako Takamori, who had her eyes closed, fell.
At this moment, with a "bang", the door that was originally tightly shut was opened!
A few people rushed in. The leader was one step ahead of the others, holding a short blade in his hand. At a glance, one could tell that it was a Japanese katana. It was shaped like a katana, but the blade was flat and no longer than a foot long. It was the weapon that Yakuza often used.
The moment this person entered the room, he stabbed at Fei Ziyun. This stab was fast and ruthless, like a bolt of lightning.
Hertz was using a killing technique!
One had to know that in Japan, there were very few dojos that taught killing skills. Who could this person be?
Based on his figure, was this the leader of Yakuza's team?
Fei Zi Yun had thought of this problem the moment the man stabbed forward.
However, when Fei Ziyun saw this person's face, he realized that this short-haired man was Ishido Seto!
Ishido Seto, who had committed suicide, was here!
Fei Ziyun was shocked to see the dead Ishido Seto appear again, but his hands didn't slow down.
In the face of Ishito Seto's dagger, he took a small step back without hesitation in the narrow room in Japan. He grabbed the wooden katana, and his body swayed as he passed through the room like a fish, causing Ishito Seto's attack to miss.
Ishido Seto's attack missed, but his face was expressionless. He spun his hand and stabbed at Fei Ziyun again, this time with more force and angle.
Fei Zi Yun lightly leaned to the side and moved his feet slightly, dodging Ishidu Seto's attack. With a "pu" sound, the dagger missed its target and stabbed into the floor. Just as he was about to pull it out, a circular arc appeared in the air as the wooden blade slashed down.
"The shape of the clouds, the change of the wind, perhaps without thought."
This was the highest attainment of the Shen Clan's Thirty Seven Forms. At this time, Fei Zi Yun was using a wooden blade, and it could be said that it was a level higher. With a "pu" sound, the wooden blade pierced through Ishidu Chenren's neck without any resistance.
Ishido Seto's dull eyes suddenly showed a trace of emotion. He looked at the wooden blade and seemed to want to say something.
Fei Zi Yun's wooden blade twisted, and with a "pu" sound, blood spurted out like an arrow. Ishido Chenren opened his mouth, but the words he was about to say turned into "uh uh" sounds. A large amount of blood uncontrollably spurted out of his mouth and nose, and he fell down.
The exchange of blows between Fei Ziyun and Ishido Seto seemed long, but in fact, it happened in an instant.
The eyes of the remaining three people who entered the room turned black and then red. One of them brandished a white blade and charged at Fei Ziyun.
Fei Ziyun's attack was fast and ruthless, but this time, it was full of openings and was no threat at all. Fei Ziyun took half a step forward and the blade pierced thin air. Then, he pulled out the wooden blade and with a "pu" sound, the wooden blade pierced through the opponent's ribs and through his heart.
With just one pull, there was a "pu" sound and a large amount of blood splattered all over the floor. The person fell on his back, dead on the spot.
In an instant, two corpses were lying in the room. After the blood spurted out, the last person seemed to wake up a little. He opened his eyes and saw the wooden blade coming down.
Unsurprisingly, Fei Ziyun's wooden blade once again pierced through his neck, blood spurting out.
After the second spurt of blood, the last person seemed to have woken up and screamed, "Don't kill me, don't kill me!"
At this moment, the unconscious Mako Takamori and Kuwako were woken up by the screams. Fei Ziyun casually pressed a light switch and found that the light that couldn't be turned on previously had turned on with a "pa" sound.
When Mako Takamori woke up, she felt that her neck was a bit sore. She sniffed and found a strong smell of blood. She looked again and saw three bloody corpses. She immediately screamed and vomited. She looked at Mako Takamori and Mako Takamori.
The eight-year-old Kuwako's eyes were wide open, completely different from her mother's. Kuwako's eyes were shining as she shouted at Fei Ziyun, "Onisan, did you do this? You're really, really amazing! "
As Kuwako spoke, she used her short legs to turn over and look at the corpses. Of course, seeing this scene, Mako Takamori reached out and hugged her tightly. She couldn't believe her eyes. A twelve-year-old child had killed three people in just a few minutes.
Under the light, Fei Ziyun looked and said, "There's killing intent, I couldn't hold back."
He wasn't lying. If he had held back, he could have held back. But even with swordsmanship, he was still an ordinary twelve-year-old child. If he held back in this situation, he would be dead.
Mako Takamori wasn't in the mood to listen to these words. After all, she was the daughter of the Wu family. She stood up shakily and rushed into a corner to take out a stack of money. "Here's some money, leave immediately. This has nothing to do with you."
Fei Zi Yun looked at it and felt a little relieved. He walked to the door and saw that the corridor was silent. The doors on the opposite side and to the left and right were tightly shut. When he looked back, under the light, he realized that he had seen the three people who had been killed before. They were Yakuza's group of three and the lawyer.
Ishido Cheng wasn't among them.
What was going on?
A question popped up in Fei Zi Yun's mind. He kicked the knife as he pondered. He then looked at the trembling lawyer and asked, "Tell me, what happened to you?"
"Spare me, spare me." The lawyer had completely broken down. His face was covered in tears and snot. There was no need to force a confession out of him.
It turned out that the lawyer, Dazhi Kitayama, had been in a good mood when he received the call yesterday, especially after he confirmed the big deal.
The competition in the law firm was also relatively fierce. If he could help Mako Takamori with the transfer of her inheritance, he could take the opportunity to develop a relationship with her.
"She looks really good, and she has so much money. If I can marry her, I'd be very happy." Dazhi Kitayama was drooling over Mako Takamori's appearance and money. To him, she was a first-class client.
As long as he could marry her, he would have to work harder for more than thirty years.
A successful lawyer's annual income was no more than 20 million, and her dividends were more than 30 million a year.
Even if I can't marry her, I can become her private lawyer. It could be said that Dazhi's thinking was still normal.
"I don't know why, I really don't know." Beishan Dazhi cried out, "I went to look for the people of the Qiaoshan Group, and I even came with them to rob them."
"This isn't me, it's not me."
Dazhi Kitayama, who had woken up, said regretfully. As a lawyer, of course, he knew that this kind of robbery was useless. He wouldn't spend a single cent and would instead become a prisoner.
But at that time, he only felt that this was the only way to become rich.
Dazhi Kitayama begged for mercy with tears and snot running down his face. He had been scared out of his wits by the blood and death. His heart was full of regret, and he could feel the murderous aura of the child in front of him. His teeth kept chattering.
Apartment, Crossroads
"Miss Sakakami, the ghost fog is dissipating." A voice came from the communication device, and one could hear the shock in it.
"Connect the video." Sakakami felt her palms sweat slightly. In fact, there was a video just now, but she couldn't watch it immediately.
It was purely mechanical and wouldn't attract its attention. If someone watched it, their spiritual sense would be triggered. This was the lesson of the blood coagulation. But now that it was dissipating, it was fine.
Hearing a "ding", she quickly turned on a screen in the car. There was a snowflake on the screen before her eyes, and then an image appeared.
Although only three people had died, the image was very tragic. Blood splattered all over the ground, and even the camera was splashed a little, making the image even more terrifying.
Sakako Sanako only took a glance and asked, "What happened just now?"
A voice came from the other side, and it was obvious that it was saying with its head lowered, "Miss, the first one to appear was Mako Takamori, who tried to strangle Yamada Shinji."
Sakakami was expressionless. This was very normal. Ghosts loved to use the hands of their loved ones to kill their enemies. There were many records of the wives of police officers and samurai killing their husbands in the middle of the night. She waited for a few seconds, but there was no reply, so she asked, "What else?"
"Ah … and Yamada Shinji woke up and broke free. Then, the possessed Yakuza broke in. The timing was very precise."
Sakakami was still expressionless, but her expression darkened slightly. Evil ghosts couldn't kill people directly, so they always used living people — even if they woke up and broke free from the illusion, there would still be physical assassinations.
"Next, Yamada Shinji used a wooden sword and killed three people in 3.5 seconds."
Sakakami could hear the fear in the other side. Even if they were samurai, this result was too terrifying. She didn't say anything, but looked at the screen. Seeing that the questioning was about to be completed, she said, "Let's go up."
"Yes!" All the cars quickly arrived in front of the apartment and stopped. There were more than ten people in uniform, and everyone had their lips tightly shut. Then, there was the sound of orderly footsteps in the corridor.
Sakako Sanako was still wearing a kimono and wooden clogs. Her clothes were neat and tidy. She was not surprised to see the situation in the room. She bowed deeply and said, "Yamada-kun, please leave the rest to me. I won't bring you any trouble."
Fei Ziyun wasn't surprised. He looked at Sakakami who had just entered with a sullen expression. "Sakakami, what's going on? You have to give me an explanation! "
"Yes, of course, Yamada-kun!" Sakakami bowed to Fei Ziyun again and said, "Yamada-kun, please take a rest. We will solve these matters immediately, and I will give you a clear explanation."
As she said this, Sakakami turned to Mako Takamori and bowed slightly. "Miss Takamori, you can't stay here anymore. Please leave. Our housekeeping and cleaning company will clean the house."
"Give us three hours, and we guarantee that you won't see any traces when you go home in the morning."
"We will bear all the expenses."
Sakakami wasn't lying. This kind of business was common. If the scene of martial artists being killed was leaked to the public, it would cause panic and give them a headache.
After all, it was no longer the shogunate era.
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