Chapter 40 Yuan Zhinv. You can call me Dragon King
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Although this was the first room that Fu Nian targeted, and although he found nothing, Fu Nian somehow became interested in the subsequent rooms.
This feeling is like opening a blind box. No one knows what is in the next blind box. If you are lucky, you really find the right one and you happen to meet Noda Daikichi.
So when Fu Nian learned that the leaders of the fierce ghosts were on the floor, he did not go to the floor immediately, because in his opinion, that floor was actually quite ordinary, and it was not physically different from the floors below.
What a difference. Although it doesn't mean anything.
Because he knew that when Yuan Zhisheng was in a calm state before the battle, he was no different from an ordinary hybrid. In some places, his physical fitness might even be a little stronger than that of an ordinary hybrid.
But once the opponent enters the fighting state, the whole person is simply the difference between a kitten and a tiger. Let alone a hybrid, even if Deadpool comes, in a one-on-one situation, he looks like a chicken. He can be easily beaten by the opponent.
The kind that is swallowed. (But sometimes Deadpool doesn’t appear alone.)
However, next time Fu Nian seemed to be ignored by fate. In three consecutive rooms, he saw hybrids placed in giant experimental test tubes. There were even children under ten years old among them. Their bodies were covered with blood.
Infusion tubes were connected everywhere, and a yellow liquid that Fu Nian had never seen flowed in the infusion tubes.
This is one of the unknown types of evolutionary medicine Fu Nian has seen since he came to Japan. It seems that in this country, there are all types. As long as you explore deeper, you might find something.
Fu Nian stared at the half-Deadpool, half-human hybrids suspended in the liquid. If his guess was correct, they would soon become the applied medicine for the queen of fierce ghosts. In this way, they could fully stimulate the negative emotions in their hearts.
mood.
Although they call this an evolutionary tool, is it not a way to create Deadpool?
What surprised Fu Nian was that no one came to guard the place, without exception. It seemed that the place had been forgotten by the fierce ghosts. Fu Nian visited for a long time and found no trace of anyone else coming in or out.
In the end, when Noda Daikichi was not found, Fu Nian lost his last patience. He grabbed it with one hand, and all the attachments around him began to burn silently. The red lava instantly transformed everything around him.
For ashes.
Instead of going to the fifth floor, Fu Nian walked along the stairs towards the top floor.
According to Fu Nian's understanding from the first floor, there is actually a separate elevator passage to enter the floor where the leaders of the fierce ghosts are located.
But this passage leads to the elevator with the door covered with gold foil in the center of the hall. That is an elevator that can only be opened by swiping a card. However, after asking the group of people below, Fu Nian found that they did not know the specific location of that floor. Someone was there.
Some say it is the most luxurious suite, some say it is the vault of the Kukakukan, and others say it leads to Sakurai Kogure's own bedroom.
"Sakurai Kogure?"
This is a name that Fu Nian heard more than once when he entered the Paradise Pavilion, but Fu Nian didn't pay attention to it at first, because the people who talked about it the most were actually the group of gambling people below. In Fu Nian's initial impression
, this is the beautiful manager that the gamblers of Paradise Hall want.
But when Fu Nian truly realized the importance of this name, it was actually with the members of the Fierce Ghosts in the basement room on the first floor.
Although the other party was just an ordinary member of the Fierce Ghosts, he knew the basic information about this woman very well.
Among them, Fu Nian felt that the most important identity was that the other party was Ryoma of the Meng Ghosts. At present, the eight Sheqi families openly knew about the highest identity of the Meng Ghosts.
Walking up the stairs, Fu Nian felt the increasingly clear heartbeats around him, and he knew that he was already very close to the other person's position.
Finally, the moment Fu Nian walked into the last step of the stairs,
There is no way.
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In the room, the man who was slowly closing his eyes and meditating slowly opened his soft red phoenix eyes. Between his red lips and white teeth, a soft voice appeared in the air.
"Xiaomu, someone is coming."
The man's voice was like feathers flying from the sky, gently and slowly, scattered.
But when Sakurai Kogure heard this voice, her body suddenly stiffened, and her face immediately turned serious.
This floor is a closed floor. Except for the central elevator that can reach here, there will be no passages here, unless!
The sound came from the airtight door!!
But there is an airtight door that is more than 20 centimeters thick. The back door at that level is basically no different from a wall.
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Stairway walkway end of stairs,
In a flash, an unusually thick silver-white airtight door appeared in front of Fu Nian. The airtight door was perfectly integrated with the huge wall next to it.
For a moment, Fu Nian felt that it would be easier for him to penetrate the wall next to him than to penetrate the closed door.
This is a signal that no passage is allowed. This floor is a forbidden area that is forbidden to the devils. The floors end at this floor, and the passage above can only be reached by the VIP elevator in the middle of the central hall.
Fu Nian looked at the door in front of him, tilted his head, thought for a while, and slowly stretched his left hand towards the front.
In an instant, the dissolved lava spread around like ripples in the water. As Fu Nian's palm stretched out closer and closer, the hole formed by the airtight dissolution became larger and larger. A
A human-sized hole appeared in front of Fu Nian as if welcoming a king.
The surrounding vision widened. Fu Nian slowly took a step forward and stood between the dark corridor and the open hall. This door seemed to be a barrier separating the two worlds.
One side is brightly lit, luxurious and magnificent, and the other side is dark and deep. Although it is just a corridor, what compares to it is only the corridor on the other side.
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"I gonna go see."
Sakurai Kogure didn't hesitate at all. The moment the man's voice fell, she slowly removed her hand from the man's shoulder.
But the next second, a pair of fingers that were even smoother than her own appeared on the back of her hand.
For a moment, Sakurai Kogure froze on the spot as if she had been electrocuted. The irritable mood that had just been angry in her heart also calmed down at this moment.
He looked at the man who slowly turned around and was facing him. His lips and teeth were slightly parted.
"He's here." The man looked at Sakurai Kogure tenderly, his voice sounding like he was talking about a trivial thing.
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Click.
The moment the man's voice fell, the door to the room behind them opened automatically.
Sakurai Kogure's calm mood wrinkled again. The door to the room was locked as soon as she entered. This was something she could be sure of, even sure of, but now, the door to the room was opened silently.
As the room door moved slowly, the wind from the corridor mixed with the quiet air outside slowly seeped in through the cracked gaps.
Sakurai Kogure stared at the doorway intently.
In that direction, a man wearing a black suit slowly appeared in front of them.
The moment the opponent's figure appeared, Sakurai Kogure's body suddenly stood up from where it was.
Looking at this moment, one thing she could be sure of was that their Paradise Pavilion had been invaded. What was even more terrifying was that the enemy had even figured out their location.
The face that appeared on the other side was extremely recognizable. Although the other person was wearing a peaked cap, making it difficult for each other to see his appearance. But one thing Sakurai Kogure could be sure of was that he only exposed his lower jaw.
He is very handsome, a kind of handsomeness that is different from feminine. She has never seen him before. Even in the information about the members of the Sheqi Eight Family.
"Huh?"
Under the peaked cap, Fu Nian looked curiously at the man wearing a red wide-sleeved kimono sitting by the far window. The man just sat in that position plainly, but he gave Fu Nian a very enchanting feeling. It seemed that he was not a person.
A man, but a woman with extremely outstanding temperament.
The reason why Fu Nian was able to recognize that the other person was a man at a glance was not because Fu Nian could tell that the other person's clothes belonged to Kabuki. He also didn't know much about Japanese Kabuki. On the contrary, he didn't even know much about it.
Understand.
But he still saw at a glance that the other person was a man.
"Yuan Zhisheng?"
Fu Nian stared at the man sitting there, frowned, and the next second, he shook his head affirmatively.
After entering the door, Fu Nian's eyes fell on the other party, and immediately, Yuan Zhisheng's figure appeared in his mind. The other party looked so much like Yuan Zhisheng. The contours of his face and the charm between his eyebrows.
Even though the other party was wearing makeup, Fu Nian could still see the essence of it at a glance.
"I'm not." The man spoke slowly, looking at Fu Nian who appeared, and there was no trace of emotion in his voice.
"I see." Fu Nian nodded. Although the two looked alike, they actually had certain essential differences. The biggest difference was their voices and the way the other person spoke just now.
Yuan Zhisheng's face is a bit feminine, but the man in front of him is even more feminine than Yuan Zhisheng, and his voice is more delicate.
"Who is the dragon and horse among the fierce ghosts?" Fu Nian tilted his head and looked at the opponent carefully.
He glanced at the woman next to him again. She was wearing a manager's close-fitting black suit and skirt. She had a high bun, a slim figure, and her bright eyes were cold and distant at the same time.
The other party also vaguely blocked the man behind him, as if he was dedicated to the Lord until he died.
"It's me." Sakurai Kogure stepped forward.
"Then what do you call me?" Fu Nian frowned and looked at the man behind him who was being protected by the other party.
"Yuan Zhennu, you can call me Dragon King." The man gently saluted Fu Nian.