Long-lasting memories are like bubbles, rising quietly from the sea of memory and bursting into vivid scenes.
All Yuan Zhisheng's calmness and calmness were thrown away by him at this moment, and the man roared at the top of his lungs: "What the hell are you talking about!!!"
Chu Zihang tilted his head in surprise.
Yuan Zhisheng's reaction...
Why are you so impatient?
In fact, it’s not surprising that Chu Zihang was puzzled by this.
Yuan Zhennu talked with him a lot about the past events between herself and her brother, and Chu Zihang basically understood the complicated relationship between the Yuan brothers...
The elder brother is a ghost slayer, and the younger brother has become a ghost. The two brothers have not seen each other for many years. Even a person of Chu Zihang's temperament feels heavy about the complexity and twist.
But Yuan Jingnuo always uses filters when chatting, but she forgot to mention something.
——That is, during the period when he could not control himself, it was Yuan Zhisheng who killed his younger brother with his own hands.
The naturally sensitive descendant of the White King seems to have sensed the existence of other spiritual powers from Chu Zihang, who is burdened with multiple powers.
In the eyes of Yuan Zhisheng, who was in a daze at this moment, there seemed to be an unclean shadow on the man in front of him.
An undead soul that was strangled by his own hands returned from the underworld, now haunting the man who attacked and killed him, clamoring for revenge on him.
On that gloomy and gloomy day, he killed his brother and threw his brother's body into a dry well with his own hands.
The deep well has been sealed with thick cement and metal, sealing this bloody past in the uncaring countryside and deep in Yuan Zhisheng's memory.
At the moment when she pierced her brother's heart with a knife, Yuan Zhinv's confused and sad eyes were something that Yuan Zhisheng could never forget...
But Yuan Zhisheng told himself that he had to do this.
Because at that time, the girl Minamoto had lost herself, quietly killed more than ten classmates, and degenerated into a "ghost" who could feel happiness in killing and blood.
As an older brother, preventing his younger brother from continuing to fall into the abyss... was the only thing he could do at that time.
It was also on the day that he killed his younger brother that the current demon slayer Rengen was born.
After inheriting the illustrious name of the "Yuan family", this noble son of the underworld did not degenerate into a little silver insect who could only enjoy pleasure. Instead, he devoted himself to fighting evil spirits day after day, killing "the sky" with his own hands.
"According to Ming"'s prestigious reputation.
Not only was he angry at his own powerlessness at that time, but he also hated the mistake that ghosts should not exist in the world, so he threw his youth and life into the fire like an atonement.
More than ten years have passed, and Yuan Zhisheng thought that he could no longer think about it.
But he never thought that one day he would hear the word "brother" from a stranger's mouth... The dragon blood and keel bones in his body made a faint sound, and Yuan Zhisheng felt as if something was about to jump out of his chest at this moment.
!
In the body that should have been exhausted, there is actually strength sprouting from the depths of the blood!
But the cold-faced Chu Zihang just felt that Yuan Zhisheng seemed to have some misunderstandings about him.
The cooling time of Time Zero has long passed. Chu Zihang, who has become more and more skilled in mastering this second word spirit, did not hesitate and entered the world where everything is stagnant again.
With the rune words in his eyes flashing like thunder, Chu Zihang said to the little snake "Miao'er" curled up in his consciousness:
"The emperor's blood is indeed a threat. If it weren't for the ability you gave me, I probably wouldn't be able to avoid his speaking spirit. Thank you."
"Well, I've said it to my little girl. If his brother doesn't talk nicely, he'll beat him until he kneels down first."
"It will be over soon."
——The next moment.
"Boom!"
Yuan Zhisheng's consciousness suddenly fell into darkness.
Chu Zihang lowered his head and glanced at the beloved knife he inherited from his father. Compared with the handle and the skull, it seemed that the skull of the owner of the royal blood was harder.
With Murasame giving the emperor a small blow on his head, Yuan's childish eruption was forced to stop and he fell into a peaceful sleep like a baby.
After finishing the last hit, Chu Zihang finally turned around and looked at the two Yuan family retainers behind him who finally took out their guns and shot at him.
The eyes of the two men under their sunglasses had already been filled with fear, and the expressions on their faces were extremely distorted, but the resentment of humiliating their ministers to death still made the two men pull the trigger with all their strength.
But in the eyes of Chu Zihang, who is in a stagnant world.
The muzzle flames emitted by the famous "Chicago Typewriter" were so slow, like a few small splashes of water, and the flying bullets were as slow as a turtle crawling.
Swinging his knife to sweep away the dozens of bullets fired slowly from behind, Chu Zihang stepped forward calmly.
But to the two men in black suits from the Sheqi Eight Family, everything in front of them looked like a horror story.
The man with a knife suddenly appeared and split open the roof of the car with one blow, and in just ten seconds, defeated the "Amaterasu" they worshiped as a god. Even if they opened fire, they couldn't touch it at all.
The man's half-dressed corner came to their eyes in an instant...
The sword's light flashed like water in an instant.
The submachine guns in the hands of the two men were instantly split into two by the demon knife, and the pistols at their waists were also easily picked off by Chu Zihang.
After finishing all this, Chu Zihang returned to the original route and reached out to pick up Yuan Zhisheng, who had not completely fallen to the ground, by the back of his collar.
"Take me to the base of your Sheqi Eight Family." Chu Zihang, who untied Time Zero and carried the boss across the street, looked at the two shocked retainers and shook Nakamurasame: "I have no ill intentions towards you."
And Yuan Zhisheng has no objection.
The two retainers gritted their teeth and were about to say something when they heard a cold female voice coming from the earphones:
"Let him bring the head of the family over!"
The instructions from Minamoto's close subordinate, Sakura Yabuki, made these two ordinary retainers who were just responsible for picking up Minamoto feel relaxed.
Even though Chu Zihang was wearing a handsome white uniform, he looked very handsome.
But in the eyes of the two of them, there was no difference between the black-haired young man and a terrifying evil spirit that chose people to eat.
What they experienced in just a few seconds, the fear of having their hopes shattered and having their life and death completely controlled by others, filled their hearts, and they would probably never forget it for the rest of their lives.
The powerful senses possessed by being a hybrid allowed Chu Zihang to hear the commands coming from the headset.
"An invitation to me?"
He murmured to himself, and Chu Zihang couldn't help but feel a little more curious about this young woman who could really serve as a temporary commander after Yuan Zhisheng was captured.
After all, according to his plan with Yuan Jingnu, most of the forces of the eight Sheqi families will become in their hands.
And this woman who is supporting the forces controlled by Yuan Zhisheng will eventually become one of them.
Probably because the tone was very similar, Chu Zihang suddenly thought of Su Qian.
According to his agreement with Principal Ange, after he leaves the Lion Heart Club, Susie will be in charge of everything he leaves behind... For Yuan Zhisheng, maybe the woman opposite the headset is just like Su Qian in the past.
Akane is equally important.
After handing Yuan Zhisheng to the two retainers, Chu Zihang took the headset from them to communicate with Yabuki Sakura.
"Hello."
Clamping the headset on his left ear, he greeted politely:
"My name is Chu Zihang, and I am the person who will become your 'commander' next."
The sound of helicopters was approaching from the horizon, but the sky above Tokyo was still filled with clouds.