Chu Tong woke up from a splitting headache. He had a strange dream. In the dream, he was no longer himself, but an island native named Yuan Zhisheng, the young head of the Eight Sheqi Family. The dream
I went to sell sunscreen on a nudist beach in France.
Chu Tong, who was really taken to the naturist beach by Ang, just wanted to say something to that dream self: the most popular people on the naturist beach are not the girls with good figures, but the old men and women with red skin from the sun.
However, the subsequent plot is actually very vulgar. Chu Feng, who turned into a childish girl, turned against him, broke through that boundary and turned into a ghost. In the end, the two fought to the death in Mount Fuji, and died in a moving mirror in the style of an island country sword and halberd movie.
Together.
Overall, except for the terrible ending, this movie was pretty well made.
Unrelated thoughts popped up in Chu Tong's chaotic mind. Yesterday, he was dragged around Tokyo by the commissioners of the Kanto branch. He looked at all kinds of things that should be seen and things that should not be seen.
I was exhausted and mentally exhausted from all kinds of chores.
However, the Kanto branch had the most things to do, and the two brothers were busy until three or four in the morning when they finally couldn't hold it any longer and fell asleep.
Even a powerful hybrid has its limits. The two brothers fell asleep when they touched the pillow. When they woke up, they found themselves lying on an operating bed, with their hands and feet tied up, and stuffed in their mouths like something from a childhood movie.
Take out the ball.
There was a smell of disinfectant around. There were two operating beds in the center of the room, with a shadowless lamp above them. In addition, there was a cabinet for storing instruments, and there was no trace of more medical instruments.
Compared with the operating room, this place was closer to the dissecting room where corpses were dissected. Chu Tong felt vaguely familiar. There was no shortage of courses on dissecting dragon creatures at Kassel College. This room was clearly modeled after the dissecting room of the Department of Biology.
from.
Dangdangdang...
The sound of tapping on the bed board rang in Chu Tong's ears. He turned around and saw his younger brother banging on the bed board next to him, his face full of anger.
Due to the spirit of speech, Chu Feng woke up earlier than his brother. He raised two fingers, and while shaking his fingers, he conveyed the message to the brothers beside him.
This kind of signal is very simple. Use one finger to represent ยท in Morse code and the other to represent -, and you can transmit information through the shaking of your fingers. This little trick is very common among members of the executive department.
At this moment, the door to the anatomy room opened, and a man wearing surgical clothes walked in. Those narrow, dagger-like eyes felt very familiar to Chu Tong.
That was the head of the Kanto branch, Akechi Asuya.
Chu Tong understood everything in an instant. His hard work yesterday was just a trap set by the Guandong branch.
Due to family reasons, the two brothers are actually not sensitive to those twists and turns. Grandma Chu Jie taught them some upright moves. When they went to perform tasks, they were mostly "where to go, who to kill, and who to kill."
The reckless task of "cutting as much as you want".
As for the other things, that's what the logistics specialist has to do. It's enough for the two brothers to hack the enemy to death.
"Fortunately, there are two, so the material is enough." Akechi Asaya looked at the two people lying on the operating bed, his eyes narrowed slightly, and Chu Tong heard him mutter in vague Japanese.
Asuya's hands were trembling slightly. Facing the two brothers with royal blood, there was no doubt that this was the most luxurious anatomical material he had ever handled, but what he had to do was far more than just dissecting the two brothers.
Chu Tong watched helplessly as Asuya took out a transparent wide-mouth bottle from his pocket, with black viscous liquid rippling in it. Chu Tong knew exactly what it was.
Evolution medicine, or dragon vein.
"Which of you is willing to go further?" Asuya uncorked the bottle indifferently and asked in a dead tone. At this moment, the ground was shaking slightly, and the sound of the explosion came through the thick cement above, but this operating room is located in
Underground, well protected, the battle above has nothing to do with it.
Akechi Asuya's question was more like a self-question and answer. He ignored the opinions of the two brothers. He took out a syringe and drew out part of the evolution medicine. The black dragon veins shone with colorful diffracted light under the light.
"I wonder if that gentleman will be satisfied with the gift I gave him, the corpse guard transformed from the emperor's blood." Akechi Asuya whispered, and Chu Tong also understood what he wanted to do.
He wants to transform himself into the Corpse Keeper, the deadpool corpse puppet created by alchemy.
The first step in this ritual is to let yourself become a ghost.
The needle dripping with black mucus was approaching Chu Tong's skin. Asuya deliberately lengthened the process in order to see the despair on Chu Tong's face more clearly. His posture was elegant, polite and appropriate.
But at the moment of life and death, Chu Tong thought of the story told by his grandma Chu Jie. The little devils are a group of guys who have small courtesy but no great righteousness. They will greet you politely and saw off your arm at the same time, with a smile on their face.
Wearing a sick smile.
Next to him, Chu Feng slapped his hands hard on the bed board, accompanied by the sound of chains rattling, but Akechi Asuya didn't care about this and continued to push the needle towards Chu Tong's chest.
boom!
The sound of the explosion became closer, and Asuka's expression changed. Just as he was about to speed up his movements, he found that his hand was frozen there, unable to move at all.
Seeing this, Chu Feng next to him breathed a sigh of relief. This was the hypnosis technique he had learned. Through sounds with a certain rhythm, he planted hints on Asuya, making his limbs stiffen for a moment.
This kind of hypnosis is not long-lasting, but it is enough for this urgent moment.
when!
"What are you going to do to my baby?!"
The door opened, and the corpse of the Kanto branch officer slowly fell down, revealing the short white-haired old woman behind him. Chu Jie's beard and hair were spread out, and every wrinkle on his old face revealed anger.
Asuna straightened up, his hand muscles still stiff. Under Chu Jie's gaze, he walked to the cabinet and took out a katana sword.
He picked up the samurai sword with his remaining hand, looked at the old man, his face was calm and unperturbed, and said in a very smooth Chinese: "Ms. Chu Jie, I have heard your story, I don't know.
Who is better in swordsmanship, me or you?"
Chu Jie held a katana in the hands of other commissioners, and stared at Asuya in front of her. This man reminded her of those members of the eight Sheqi families who invaded China, with the same indifference and the same indifference.
The same goes for politeness...
nausea.
Chu Jie raised his katana and pointed the tip of the sword directly at Asuya's face: "Old woman, I will treat you like one of those devils."
"Thank you for your interest." Before he finished speaking, Asuya's body moved and he slashed at the old Chu Jie with his sword: "I will accept your head."
Snapped!
A blood hole appeared in the middle of Asaya's eyebrow. Chu Jie threw away the gun in his hand and said disdainfully:
"Back then, I always used a gun against little devils like you."