Douluo: I am the outer demon

Chapter 312 "Death is Coming"

"Don't say that, old man." Yuan Zhisheng quickly retorted: "You are still in good health. The Sheqi Eight Clan needs your leadership."

He was not one of those power-hungry princes in ancient times, and he never wanted to inherit the Eight Clans of Sheqi, nor did he want to shoulder this burden.

His dream is actually very simple. He wants to find a friend in France, go to the nude beach to sell sunscreen in the summer, close the store in the winter and receive government relief.

But I have always been entangled by something called responsibility, just like the last tortoise on Pinta Island, unable to free myself.

Tachibana Masamune forced a relieved smile.

"Zhisheng, you guys go down first. I want to be alone for a while."

Yuan Zhisheng was a little worried and remained silent for a while.

"Take care, Dad."

He led the other members of the Sheqi Eight Clans out.

Tachibana Masamune was the only one left in the hall.

It was quiet for a moment.

"Damn thing!"

A low and eerie voice sounded, and Tachibana Masamune took off his hypocritical mask, revealing a gloomy expression that was completely different from before.

I wonder what the people of the Eight Snake Families would think if they saw this side of their beloved patriarch that was never shown to the public.

Tachibana Masamune had to admit that he regretted it. The level of protection for Eri was still not high enough. If he had known earlier, he should have broken her limbs and kept her in the basement as a mindless container of dragon blood.

"Don't let me find you."

His expression was completely distorted and his eyes were filled with malice, like an evil ghost crawling out of the ground.

"I must... ahem."

"Cough! Cough! Cough! Cough!!"

A gust of cold wind rushed into his nasal cavity and mouth while he opened his mouth. The biting chill spread above his throat, and it seemed to be mixed with frost. He felt that he was choked by the cold wind and let out a violent cough. The sound was so loud that it seemed like he was coughing out his intestines.

"Master." Several guards outside were startled by the loud cough and rushed in.

"No, cough cough cough, I'm fine, get out!"

After a while, Tachibana Masamune calmed down and shouted at the guards to retreat.

Oh!

At this moment, the gorgeous chandelier above his head let out a mournful cry, as if it had reached the end of its life, and suddenly slid down, hitting Tachibana Masamune's head directly.

Tachibana Masamune, who had just coughed and was weak, was unable to react in time, his eyes widened, and he barely dodged his head, avoiding being hit on the head.

Bang!
There was a crash, and his body was hit by the heavy chandelier. The floor made a creaking sound. A surge of blood in his chest and abdomen caused blood to flow from the corners of his mouth.

The sound once again alarmed the people outside.

"Master, Master, are you okay?"

Tachibana Masamune clenched his fists and cursed the guards inwardly for their lack of tact. I'm in this state already, and you look like I'm okay?

I'll replace these people tomorrow.

Several guards felt frightened by the cold gaze of Tachibana Masamune and hurried forward. One of them moved the chandelier that was pressing on the noble body of the master, and another went to help the master.

One of the guards was holding the chandelier by one foot and was about to push upwards when his foot suddenly slipped and he lost control and fell heavily downwards.

His face was filled with horror, his hands were waving wildly, and his head was uncontrollably hitting Tachibana Masamune's crotch.

boom!
The strong and the weak collide,

A dozen chickens and eggs.

Tachibana Masamune's eyes were bloodshot and he was in excruciating pain. All his facial features were squeezed together at this moment.

Even though he is old and useless, that place is still his weak spot!
This is a critical hit!
The guard, whose head was buzzing, tried to stand up, but the other side of the chandelier was held by two guards, and the force was uneven, pressing down on him and pushing his head back down.

"Well!!!"

Tachibana Masamune was in so much pain that he couldn't speak.

This was not the end yet. The electric arc from the shattered and exploded chandelier slid onto Tachibana Masamune's kimono, splashing sparks, and then burned.

Soon, the aroma of grilled sausages and sharp, piercing cries of pain hit me.

"Master of all, Master of all!"

What filled Tachibana Masamune's ears were the frightened voices of the guards and their constant movements of beating the fire to put it out.

The flame just happened to burn the painful spot where he had just been seriously injured. Now he was beaten by the guards and he really had no words to suffer.

Click!

Just at this moment, the friction sound of wooden boards was heard. The house, which had stood the test of a hundred years of wind and frost and still stood there, suddenly became fragile. After a rumbling sound,

As the guards opened their mouths wide, the wooden building tilted and was about to press towards Masamune Tachibana and the guards.

Tachibana Masamune's eyes almost popped out of his head, and he supported himself on the ground with his hands, trying to escape from here. Several guards were even more eager to take the head of the family away.

But perhaps because they were too anxious, several guards slipped and bumped into Kikumasamon one after another, making Kikumasamon, who was in great pain, even more unable to move. He could only look at the roof that was pressing down on him with anger and horror.

Bang, smoke and dust rose up, and the situation calmed down for a while.

"Damn it!"

A hand covered with wounds stretched out from a pile of wood blocks. Tachibana Masamune struggled to pry open the wood blocks pressing on his body and stuck his head out.

After all, he was a mixed-race, and his vitality was far stronger than that of ordinary people. Even though he suffered severe injuries one after another, he still managed to save his life.

But he still felt extremely aggrieved. What happened today? His luck was so damn bad.

Wow!
"Mom, look, there's a shooting star!" A child who was walking in a square park in Tokyo suddenly pointed to the sky excitedly.

I saw a meteor falling from the sky, drawing a beautiful arc in the sky.

"Baby, make a wish quickly. Shooting stars represent good luck." said the mother who was holding the child's hand.

Many people made wishes after seeing this shooting star.

Only Masamune Tachibana, who was sitting on the ruins, gradually became frightened as he thought of the previous misfortunes.

No way!
Not so!

His body was shaking and his expression was filled with fear.

As expected, the meteor came straight at him, and the huge airflow made his face churn.

"grass!"

He uttered the last swear word in his life.

There was a huge tremor, and the whole of Tokyo felt a slight tremor.

All that was left on the spot was a huge crater and a meteorite the size of a head.

There was also an old head that somehow managed to escape the disaster and rolled into the pit with its eyes open. It was not known whether it was lucky or not, but at least no body was left.

……

"Huh, Tachibana Masamune is dead?"

Shang An felt that there were some minor changes in the "script" he had expected.

His mind moved slightly and he knew the whole cause and effect.

It turned out that Tachibana Masamune had evil thoughts about Eri, which led to him being plagued by bad luck and his business was blocked halfway.

Long before, Eri, like Su Xiaoqiang, was set up by him as the girl of destiny. Her luck was unparalleled, and her aura as the protagonist was like a cheat. Anyone who went against them, or even had evil thoughts towards them, would become plagued by bad luck and be hated by everyone, showing a real version of Final Destination.

It was not unjust that Tachibana Masamune died. At least he was not choked to death by the air. It was a surprising way for him to die under a meteorite. Maybe it will be written into "One Hundred and One Most Incredible Things in the World" in the future, which would bring honor to his family.

But Tachibana Masamune seems to be German originally, I wonder if there is such a thing as bringing honor to one's family. "Forget it, I'll just draw your soul to light the lamp."

Shang An waved his hand, crossed the space, grabbed the void, and captured a twisted soul that still had a look of confusion.

Tachibana Masamune, who had just left his body, gradually woke up from his confusion, and then found that he was actually bound by a giant hand that seemed as big as the sky, and could not move.

With his terrified look on his face, the giant hand directly stuffed him into a dim and blazing "sun", and endless flames surrounded his soul.

愰！
The lights in the library suddenly became brighter.

At this moment, an extremely comfortable level was reached.

Shang An was quite satisfied seeing this.

Since Eri is already his, he naturally wants to avenge her.

Originally, he planned to let this Herzog go through the plot he had set, be tortured to death and then be recycled, with his soul used to light lamps.

I didn’t expect his death to be so hasty now, so I had to accept his soul in advance. Fortunately, it didn’t affect the “plot” much.

"what!"

"It's hot! Someone come save me! Zhisheng!"

"what!!!"

"Where the hell is this? Let me out!"

"let me out!!"

A ghostly scream like that of an evil spirit came from inside the lamp, and the owner of the voice seemed to be enduring the excruciating pain of being burned by fire. It was extremely creepy. If someone outside heard it, they would probably think that some criminal activity or cult ritual was going on inside.

Although these lights in Shang'an Bookstore look like ordinary electric lights, they are actually special soul lamps that burn souls. Under normal circumstances, they will appear dim, but when a sinful soul is injected with it, it gets the best fuel and instantly becomes bright.

Although it is not as bright as the incandescent lights in other bookstores, I am afraid that if Nuonuo comes again now, he will not mention the problem of dim lighting.

Moreover, although this kind of lamp will cause great pain to the soul used as fuel, the actual damage is just scraping. It can even transform spiritual energy to repair the soul. By scraping one layer at a time and repairing another, it is estimated that Herzog will have no problem burning in it for thousands of years.

The screams from inside the lamp never stopped and became more and more shrill.

Shang An frowned slightly.

"It's a little noisy."

As he finished speaking, the sound from the lamp became smaller and smaller, and lighter and lighter, until it disappeared altogether. It was completely isolated inside, and not even a single sound could be heard.

"It's much better now."

Shang An's brows relaxed, and he opened the script in his hand with a happy expression. He began to adjust the plot and enrich the details with his pen and ink.

……

Tokyo, the former headquarters of the Snake Family.

Above the ruins of the current meteor crater.

The five family heads, including Yuan Zhisheng, looked at the pit in front of them and the old head in it with gloomy expressions.

"Dad!"

Yuan Zhisheng's voice was filled with inexplicable sorrow, and he felt his heart was twitching.

"how come……"

Suddenly he clenched his fists.

"Could this be the effect of the Word Spirit?"

A strong murderous intent flashed in his cold eyes.

Some highly ranked statements may be able to achieve this effect, just like the Tunguska explosion caused by the "Rhine".

If this was a murder, he would find the murderer and take revenge no matter what, even if the murderer was a Dragon King!
"Director."

A man in a black suit, operating a bunch of sophisticated-looking instruments, stood up and shook his head.

"After testing, it was found that there was no obvious flow of elements in the crater, and this meteorite was just a natural meteorite. All of this...maybe it was really God's will."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Yuan Zhisheng's murderous eyes, and his body shuddered. All the members of the Executive Bureau were in awe of this decisive and ruthless director.

He immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing and hurriedly explained:
"No, no, no, it's not God's will, I mean it was purely an accident."

To say that this is God's will means that God can no longer stand it and wants everyone to die. This kind of thing should not be said.

Yuan Zhisheng had a grief-stricken look on his face. He walked forward and held up the hideous head, his eyes red and wet.

The man whom he had always regarded as a father and teacher died today, without a complete body.

It was just a joke that he died in a natural disaster and I didn't even know who to turn to for revenge.

Really...

Yuan Zhisheng's nose felt sore and tears couldn't stop falling from his cold face.

The boy does not cry easily.

He always remembered that his father said that he was the future head of the Snake Eight Families and the future "Emperor" of Japan, and must shoulder the responsibilities of an "Emperor", so he never cried again, even when he killed his own brother with his own hands.

With trembling hands, he gently stroked Tachibana Masamune's face, wanting to close his bulging eyes.

As soon as he put his hand on it, he keenly felt that something was wrong.

As the director of the Executive Bureau, facing all kinds of "ghosts", this kind of vigilance has long been engraved into his instinct. Even in such a sad moment, he has not forgotten this instinct.

This unnatural touch feels like plastic surgery!!!

The great shock made him temporarily forget his respect for Tachibana Masamune, and he began to grope his head.

Then,

Yuan Zhisheng's pupils shrank sharply. Many "ghosts" had tried to change their identities and escape being hunted down by undergoing plastic surgery, but they were all killed by him one by one in the end. So he was naturally very familiar with this.

This feeling, although the technique is very sophisticated, is not wrong.

But Dad, how is that possible!

His expression was changing.

The other family heads were a little confused when they saw this. Why did Yuan Zhisheng hold the head of the family head and touch him randomly? Could it be that he was too sad that it affected his mind?
This won't do. Now that Tachibana Masamune is dead, Chisei will be the future head of the family. If they go crazy, how can they find a second emperor?

"Chisheng." The head of the Fengma family shouted.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Zhisheng finally stopped what he was doing, held his head high and walked to the front of the executive committee member without saying a word, his expression becoming even colder.

His lips trembled and he was unable to speak for a long time. The atmosphere gradually became solemn.

In the end, reason overwhelmed all those complicated emotions, and a heavy and hoarse voice sounded:
"Everyone, there is something wrong. Take this head down and inspect it carefully!"

When he said this, his heart was bleeding and he was almost on the verge of collapse.

But he still held on.

He has never been stupid, otherwise he wouldn't have frightened so many "ghosts". It's just that in the past he trusted too much in the person who led him from darkness to light, but that doesn't mean he won't think.

As the head of the Eight Clans of Sheqi, why did his father need plastic surgery, what did his real appearance look like, and why did his father never tell them about this? He could not ignore these doubts.

The member of the executive bureau was somewhat suspicious, but he did not dare to refute Yuan Zhisheng's order. He reached out to take the heavy head and replied:

"Yes!"

"Zhisheng, what are you doing?"

The head of the Sakurai family asked with some confusion, he couldn't understand what Gen Chisei was doing.

"Let's wait for the test results to come out first."

Yuan Zhisheng closed his eyes, and before his eyes closed, he could vaguely see a flash of pain.

(End of this chapter)