Chapter 251 250. The red lotus blooms in the fire (2)

Author: Yusilflo Jeanmeier

Sakurai Komu walked down the stairs with a long knife, and flames were everywhere. The curtains of yao weaving were burning, and the unburned playing cards were floating and turned into dust. Although the wood used to build the Jile Pavilion had been specially treated to have good flame resistance, it would be a matter of time before such a fire could break into the building and destroy it.

The once prosperous casino was also equally gorgeous when it was destroyed. Sakurai Komuro's eyes reflected a shiny fire. She was blocked in the corridor leading to the upper floor of the Paradise. The kimono wrapped her whole body tightly, but the back collar was very low. This is the soft porn that Japanese people like. In this way, it is easy for men to see some unique scenery when standing behind women wearing kimono. Some people say that this is convenient to reach in, and even the French have to shout at the master.

The cadres of the Eight Snake Family, wearing fire-proof clothing, quickly searched and moved here. There was no need to make any special confirmation. It was easy to recognize that the girl in front of her was one of the dragon horses. Although she was wearing an elegant and precious twelve singles, she had nude transparent high heels under her feet, which made the long knife she was holding in her hand look like a decoration and felt that it was not lethal.

"It's still time to surrender." said the leader, "We still have room for maneuver when we hand over the identity of the King General and the Dragon King."

"I only saw the amusement park for the first time when I was fourteen years old. At that time, the fierce ghosts captured the family's prison in the mountains. As a celebration, the boss in charge of the operation invited us to visit Osaka for a day." Sakuri said, "I heard that the family later rebuilt a new prison. The monastery mental hospitals funded by you have all vacated the most guarded rooms. Here I can have sunshine and the sea. Why choose you?"

She slowly slid the long cherry red knife in front of her, and looked at her position in this posture, with a sweet smile and commercial: "Welcome, today is the last day for the opening of the Paradise Hall, and I should present the final song to say goodbye to you."

The long sword was unsheathed. The scabbard was cherry-red and the blade body was cherry-red. In this case, it was easy to think of rich blood. The wide Twelve Singles and the high heels under her feet could not affect Sakuru's movements at all. She turned her hands down from the stairs, and she was lightly like a flying bird. Mars lit a corner of the kimono like clouds, and rotated with her. The cherry-red knife brought vermilion blood, and no one could tell whether it was her own or the people around her.

The family cadres who came to deal with it had no intention of killing Sakurai Komu. She was Ryuma. The family urgently needed to know the identity of the King General and the Dragon King, otherwise they would not be able to completely eliminate the fierce ghosts. However, Sakurai Komu seemed to have no possibility of negotiations at all, and showed extremely high combat power when he suddenly started to draw the knife. Before the first person could draw the knife, the long sakura sword penetrated through his chest. Sakurai Komu almost passed by and danced happily and pulled the knife from behind him. No surgeon could save such heavy injuries.

This made the cadres choose to shoot Sakurai Komu. They pulled out their pistols and shot them at close range. Sakurai Komu was very fast, and the wide kimono was rippling like falling flowers in the sea of ​​fire. The cadres had no way to confirm whether they shot her. They only knew that some blood would be sprinkled where she passed, and they didn't know whether it was the remains of the killing on the long sword or that she was also injured.

In the sound of the wood burning, Sakuri Komu sang the ancient dragon script in a low voice. The noise in the sea of ​​fire obscured her true intentions. The blood was both hers and victims, and her words were originally something to sacrifice with blood.

Word Spirit Manshushahua.

The blood dripped on the floor was like a paint like ink, stretching out at an incredible speed. Under the guidance of some strange force, they did not flow along the gaps of the floor, but grew flowers made of blood in a few seconds, which could be more than half a waist high in an instant. Their leaves intertwined and curled up after they were developed, as thin as silk threads, and the fire could not even ignite.

A cadre accidentally touched the leaves of the blood flowers and immediately felt a piercing pain. He looked down and saw that his fireproof suit had been cut open. The blood flowers were sharper than alchemy weapons, and were covered with serrated teeth that were invisible to the naked eye, enough to cut anything that touched it.

Cut by such a slender thing, it would not be too hindering, but the blood on the cadre's face was rapidly decreasing and becoming paler. He tried to cover his arms with his hands, but a large amount of blood was still spilling out of the wound, as if a leaking fish tank was water pressure to rush the wound even more, far beyond the normal amount of bleeding. The blood-colored flowers became stronger when they came into contact with these blood. Originally, the ground was only a few half a waist high, but now it was quickly blooming all over the ground. The highest one was more than three meters, and a bloody flower cluster grew in the sea of ​​fire.

Manshu Shahua, the more well-known name, is the red shore flower. Whether it is its real name or legend, this kind of flower is inseparable from death. It is said that the red shore flower blooms all over the ground on the road to the underworld. Walking through the flower bushes is the Wind River Hell on the other side. Because it is common in red, people say that this beautiful flower is actually an evil ghost, and it grows by absorbing the blood of the devil in hell.

So when this word spirit is discovered, it is given the name of Manshushahua. Just like the legend, it grows by harvesting creatures. Anything that touches it will be cut open. The wound is like a curse being imposed, which will continue to seep blood until the owner dies. The blood flowers formed by Manshushahua will continue to grow by more blood. If not controlled, it may eventually grow into a beautiful jungle of death, and no creature can get close to this area.

Sakurai stopped because there was nowhere to stay in the paradise. The bloody Manshu Shahua was like a nightmare plague. Once the first person was injured because of it, the quickly growing Manshu Shahua would spread to others. The cadres who broke in had already become Manshu Shahua's nutrients. The blood in the body was completely dried, nourishing more Manshu Shahua. These things were not afraid of flames at all. The growth rate was so terrible that they actually penetrated the walls or ceiling between these breaths.

Blood fell drop by drop along Sakuri Komu's arm. She was indeed shot by a bullet, but that was intentional. She had to hurt herself to activate Manshu Shahua. The blood falling at her feet immediately bloomed and quietly climbed up along her slender ankles. They could instinctively sense the source of the blood. The most terrifying thing about this Spirit is not only growth itself, it will also kill the released person itself and will not be controlled at all. The only way is to kill them without being injured.

It would be fine if there were rockets or grenades, but now she only had a knife in her hand. Manshu Shahua had formed a soaring flower bush, and the highest one had already emerged from the ceiling and went to the roof. This was not something that human forces could solve.

Sakurai Komu leaned against the rare corner of the wall, and her back was burning hot. She could not see the flames at all. The sky was full of bright Manshu Shahua. On the petals curved like flying veils, the invisible inverted hooks and thorns were hungry and rushed towards her. She could only shrink her shoulders to protect her face, so that she would not be distorted when she died. Although she would still be extremely ugly after being drained, at least she would not die too ugly when she was conscious.

The cold sword light hit Sakuri Komu. There were others who could live in the flowers of death of this scale! Sakuri Komu subconsciously wanted to raise the knife, but she had lost blood for a long time after being shot. The unstoppable Yan Ling itself was also accelerating her blood loss. She now had no strength to hold the knife.

The sword technique of the visitor was extremely wild, like wielding a field battle axe in the primitive jungle, but only in this violent way could he advance among the bushes of Manshusha. As soon as he cut off the flowers in front of him, more new flowers and leaves rushed from behind, and these failed to stop his steps.

Until he arrived in front of Sakurai, the flowers that had been enduring for a long time no longer had to disguise themselves. Seven or eight pounced like a knife cutting a flower petal to seal any possible movements. He held all the petals with bare hands, pulled them off and threw them at his feet, and his fingers were pricked with blood.

Logically speaking, with Manshu Shahua's curse, so many wounds were enough to bleed him to death, but he slowly took off the fox mask on his face. The face that was comparable to a beautiful girl was still smiling, and there was no trace of pain.

"You...why are you back..." Seeing him, Sakurai Komu was a little confused. This kind of accident was no less than when he was about to die, he suddenly saw an angel falling from the sky.

"This is where I live, I always have to come back to take care of it." Genko took off her clothes and rolled it on Sakurai Komu. Her gorgeous twelve sets had been torn to pieces by Manshu Shahua, and her skin soaked in blood could be seen everywhere. "It's a pity it's still a little late."

"I'm sorry, I couldn't protect the Pure Land..." Sakurai Komu smiled a little helplessly. Xiyue once laughed and said that her biggest function was to self-destruct, because the prerequisite for the activation of the Speech Spirit is to be injured. Once it is injured, it will be over. Manshu Shahua only recognizes blood but not people. Sakurai Komu himself also thinks so. She has hardly used this dangerous Speech Spirit much. Only those things that must be held in her hand are worth her efforts.

"There is no need to pay too much attention. It is a place that is destined to be destroyed, desire, greed, and rich. I have never heard of these things in history that they can last for a long time. I just want to come back and look at it again, and see how it dies. Now I see it, although it is less process and I am very satisfied."

Gen Chinen hugged Sakuri Komu. He gently covered Sakuri Komu with his palms and picked up the long cherry red knife.

"Don't die, woman, I'm not tired of you yet. You said that you hope everyone will be happy, so I also hope that you will be among the happy people. If your dreams are not fulfilled, close your eyes. Does that mean you have been lying to me all the time?"

"No..." Sakurai Xiaomu replied almost subconsciously.

"Then live for me! I am a person full of greed, and I want it all, no matter the world or the lives of others!"

Yuan Chiu wore a fox mask and sang it gently. The ancient language that had been lost and the grammatical structure that was completely irrecognizable had an unusual melody beauty. This is very rare in the launch of dragon script. Most of the time it would be as long as a giant bell was ringing, but only Yuan Chiu seemed to sing a light song when using the spirit of the word.

The transparent domain enveloped Yuan Chin Nu. The fire and explosions around him quickly retreated, replaced by the breath of plants and trees. He hugged Sakurai Xiaomu and walked down the stairs. A hot light golden color flowed in his eyes. A rotating red lotus was left behind every step behind him. The violent fire elements were absorbed by these red lotus, and then gathered at Yuan Chin Nu's feet. The flames that could burn out the entire paradise disappeared in an instant.

"What's going on?" The crow couldn't believe his eyes. The flames made of dozens of tons of fuel were not guaranteed. No fire brigade in the world dared to promise that he could quickly deal with the fire. The explosive flames that ignited were more than ten meters high, and they would be extinguished in an instant. The firefighting bombs of the special forces would not have such an effect.

The answer to him was the person who happened to come out of the paradise at this time. The man was wearing a white and red fox mask and wearing a white Yuori, just like the girls who went out to play in the summer festival. It was difficult to tell her true identity. She was also holding a wounded girl. Judging from her appearance, it looked a bit like the Ryuma with the code name Chaomu on the information just now.

The crow Yasha and Yabuki Sakura all rushed down the hillside. They were all very sure that they had never seen this person wearing a fox mask. They didn't know when she got in, but they knew that it was definitely their enemy. Those who would hold the fierce ghosts and dragon horses would not be the family cadres who were temporarily tempted. In such an occasion, they would still be the enemy, unless he wanted to be skinned.

The crow shot with a gun, Yasha had a left hand knife and the right pistol was crisscrossed, and Yabuki Sakura projected a rotating dart. The three of them were all close ministers of Yuan Zhisheng. They cooperated very well and blocked the space around Yuan Zhinu without communication. They wanted to leave as much as possible to interrogate.

Facing their surroundings, the juvenile girl did not stop at all. His pace was always the same. The bright flames as the sun suddenly bloomed near the ground as he approached the three of them, like someone secretly threw a flare so close.

There is no sound or explosion, just a simple massive flame. The combustion seems to violate some physical laws, but its destructive power is absolutely the same as the flame. The sweeping storm hits the ground, forcing the close ministers to climb down, otherwise facing the impact would be enough to destroy their hearts.
Chapter completed!