Found you ~
It was soft and joyful, as if the game of hide-and-seek was over.
The blood-soaked devil rose from the darkness and moved forward from behind. She raised her hands and pressed them on Chou's shoulders. Her beautiful and horrible face looked forward and studied her face.
She smiled.
Her dark eyes seemed to be filled with the essence of the abyss, with a ferocious light.
When she was stared at by that pair of eyes, all her courage quickly collapsed, because there was endless darkness rising and swallowing everything.
It was like the suppression from the top of the food chain.
Under the gentle touch of that pair of palms, all her strength collapsed.
Chou was stunned in place, her lips trembling. She only felt that her whole body was quickly stiff, and it was difficult for her to move.
She could only feel that the pair of palms on her shoulders slowly groped upward, touching her skin and sweat little by little. From her neck up, it gently stroked her cheeks, mouth, nose, and eyes.
It explored the texture and the division of bones.
It was like a hairdresser preparing his work.
In her ear, it asked gently.
"What's your name?"
The voice was not majestic or cold, just like a friendly greeting when strangers met for the first time. It even introduced herself.
"My name is Motoko Kaishimi. What about you?"
What's your name?
The low and deep voice echoed in her consciousness and soul. It was like an iron rod turning her brain, spreading waves of fear and pain. It tore apart her psychological defense and forced her to answer.
"… Ugly."
The ninja of Earth Dragon answered in a trembling voice.
"Ugly?" The gentle hands stroking her cheeks paused for a moment, and she couldn't help complaining, "But it doesn't feel ugly. Is it a code name? Zi Chou Yin Mou … Niu? It's impolite to let a woman use such a title. How old are you? "
"30, 31 …"
"Older than me."
The gentle voice in her ear stroked her hair and asked curiously, "Have you done hair?"
"No."
"What about skincare?"
"I … I learned a little."
"It's too casual. The sunburn is very serious, and there are already crow's feet."
The demon-like voice sighed, "Clearly, if she tidied herself up properly, she would become a kind and beautiful big sister."
She praised the enemy in front of her from the bottom of her heart, not out of pity or any other reason, as if she did not notice her fat weight.
Such sincere praise was like dew in a desperate situation. Even though he knew that this might be the enemy's trick, he still couldn't resist. He even couldn't help but … feel a trace of gratitude.
Was this the devil?
At that moment, she felt the cold blade of the blade moving around her neck. She couldn't help but hold her breath as the fatal death was close at hand.
He closed his eyes.
As a ninja who works for money, she has already expected the arrival of this day, but she doesn't know why she, who has already faced death, has a trace of reluctance.
He didn't want to die.
Because he was praised and praised by others.
For the first time in her life, she was appreciated as a woman.
A line of tears seeped out from the corner of her eyes. She raised her head and waited for the end to come. But the blade only moved gently around her neck and ears.
Until she opened her eyes, she saw an iron mirror slowly growing in front of her.
Reflecting the tragic color of blood, that beautiful yet terrifying figure, and the stunned and dazed woman at the front.
It's hard to imagine, just a simple haircut, almost … new!
Her round cheeks were still a little pale, and her simply combed long hair slipped from her ears, covering the scar on her cheek. A finger stained with a trace of scarlet brushed past her lips, adding a touch of bright color to her lifeless face.
"How is it? Is it more pleasing to the eye? "
Motoko leaned over and whispered in her ear with a gentle smile, "It seems that my skills are good."
It's impossible to deny her skills.
It's also impossible to deny that the smile in the mirror is so familiar.
It's herself!
It's impossible to imagine why the non-ninja in the mirror is so beautiful and happy. It's also impossible to imagine that such a possibility and future will exist.
"… Enough, enough."
Chou stared blankly at her own face, raised her hand, and covered her face, "I beg you, don't torture me anymore!"
A beautiful dream destined to never come true. There's nothing crueler than this in the world.
She closed her eyes in despair, not daring to look again.
"Kill me, Miss Motoko … Please kill me!"
"Maybe I will, but not now." Motoko lowered her head and whispered in her ear, "There's still something you haven't told me, right? Chou, things between us aren't over yet. If you want to leave now, isn't it a bit too irresponsible … "
Along with the soft words, a desperate coldness emerged from her heart, freezing her soul inch by inch.
A cold and ferocious aura enveloped her.
A ruler's spirit.
"Where is this place?"
"… The secret ritual passed down from generation to generation of the Earth Dragons, a man-made sealed hell."
"Where's the target? Me? If you want to kill me, isn't it a bit too gentle to use such a thing? "
"It's Maki Inari. The employer spent a lot of money to kidnap her and make you work for him."
"Where's the employer?" Huai Shi asked, "Who is it?"
At this moment, a trace of hesitation appeared in Chou's heart, the remnants of a ninja's persistence and principles stopped her from blurting out subconsciously.
But under the gaze of that pair of calm eyes, all the lies and concealment became meaningless.
Chou's lips trembled, and she squeezed out the words with difficulty, "Inari Inari."
In an instant, Huai Shi understood.
One of the candidates of the current head of the Inari family.
At the same time, he was also the head of the Inari family's largest physical property, the head of the Inari family's financial power. He had a close relationship with Lumiya and Minerva Technology in Rome.
If it was him, it was possible for him to know Maki's whereabouts and hire elite ninjas to work for him.
However, the goal was to control him through Maki?
Was it because of his performance in the Demon Slayer Tournament, or was it because of the aftermath of the chaos he caused in Nara the night before yesterday?
He sighed, lowered his head, and stared at the ninja in the mirror who was crying silently, his hands gently patted her shoulder.
"Don't blame yourself, it's not your fault … It's just because I used a despicable method."
Behind her ear, there were fine scars left by the Blade of Hatred and the Spear of Compassion.
She planted an irresistible poison on her prey, and under the entanglement of the world's resentment and eight distresses, she couldn't help but want to be free. To be able to persist for such a long time, her mind was already as strong as iron.
When the interrogation came to an end, the nightmare finally faded away.
"Finally … it's over?"
Chou murmured dully, looking at the broken iron mirror in front of her, and the shattered face in the mirror, she smiled bitterly.
At the moment when she said the name of the employer, whether it was this nightmare, or the ninja career she devoted her life to, it had already come to an end.
But in the end, there was still something that could be done as a ninja.
In that instant, the last bit of courage that had sprouted ignited the ashes in her soul. Her four limbs suddenly shot backwards like snakes, tightly hugging the figure that was close to her.
Then, her fat body began to expand rapidly. Following the secret ritual carved in her bones, all the fat was rapidly transforming into the fatal fat and the even more fatal … nitroglycerin!
The friction between the flint on her upper and lower molars injected sparks into death, igniting everything.
She closed her eyes and said goodbye to the enemy behind her.
"Thank you, Miss Huai Chi."
The horrible fire exploded in an instant, and the blinding light swallowed everything. When the scorching heat and air wave swept over, the whole haunted house suddenly shook, and the chaotic air pressure caused a hurricane, breaking through the interference of the secret ritual, and the news of Chou's death was transmitted to the ears of every one of her companions.
At the same time, it also stunned the Earth Dragons.
In less than three minutes, Chou, who was the best at fighting a war of attrition, had died? And he was forced to use such a tragic method to bring them the last reminder.
In the core of the secret ritual, the old 'Zi' slowly raised her head and stared at the rapidly spreading darkness that even the host himself could not see through.
And the slender figure slowly emerged from the burning morgue.
Her pretty face was unscathed.
He still had that chilling smile on his face.
As if she sensed his presence, the corners of her mouth curled up, and the smile was gentle.
"The plan failed —"
At this moment, Zi made the best decision in her life, and shouted with all her strength, "I'll cover the rear, everyone retreat!"
Unfortunately, it was too late.
In an instant, Shadow Burial shuttled, broke through Chou's restraint, and escaped the fatal impact caused by hundreds of pounds of nitroglycerin explosion. Motoko Huai Chi calmly walked out of the sea of fire.
And as the woman moved forward, everyone felt that the rolling darkness that was invisible to the naked eye spread from her body in all directions, violently sweeping in all directions.
"Artificial hell?"
Huai Shi sighed softly, "Isn't it still a little too small?"
At that moment, the darkness of the Bone Burying Sanctuary spread out violently, infiltrating and invading the secret ritual from the inside out. The terrifying shadow that had fused with the ruler's remains spread out everywhere.
It turned from guest to host and instantly eroded the entire secret ritual. It even relied on the power of the secret ritual to break through the limits of its own scale, completely eroding and controlling this miniature hell.
He had turned everything in the secret instrument into his own Sacred Palace.
Damned holy palace.
Now, everything in the entire haunted house had fallen into Huai Shi's control.
Although he could not use the Hammer of Pain to match the current style, there was no doubt that he had become the master of this dark hell.
Within the boundaries of this theme park, within this haunted house, the essence and calamity from hell manifested in the darkness.
Thus, Huai Shi smiled and offered his blessings and greetings to all the tourists.
"— Welcome to the Ghost Castle."
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