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Chapter 62 Wake up, Wood Release (asking for monthly ticket)

2024 10 Month 15 Day.

Just like its name "Fog City", there is no sunlight in London, England even at dawn after the rain, and only the thick fog can be vaguely seen rolling.

A detached villa is like a skinny old man, quietly watching over the silent night.

In the fog, a car slowly drove into the garage of the villa. The young man in a hoodie inside the car trembled and reached out to turn off the car engine and turn off the lights.

The car was pitch black and dead silent. The man leaned back in the seat with his head tilted back. I couldn't see the expression on his face, but I could hear his heavy breathing that was filled with suppressed pain.

"Huh...huh..."

He held his waist tightly with one hand and took off his clothes with the other.

Blood had soaked through his shirt and pants, and the wound had obviously been treated urgently, but if someone saw the way he bandaged it, they would only feel a sense of horror and phantom pain.

Because he used transparent tape, which even had the company logo printed on it, it could only prevent the blood from flowing out and being seen by people checking at the intersection.

The man didn't turn on the garage light, but only turned on the lights inside the car and took out his cell phone to turn on the flashlight.

Then he took out a box from the car compartment under his feet, ignoring the various black gun parts inside, and took out adrenaline, tetanus, iodine and bandages...

"call!"

The man gritted his teeth and tore off the tape with great pain. The wound underneath had already scabbed over a little. As he gradually peeled off the tape, it cracked, revealing a layer of bloody flesh on top. Small streams of blood flowed along his waist and abdomen.

puff.

He first gave himself an injection of adrenaline, then put the towel in his mouth and bit it, and reached into the wound with tweezers and touched a hard object.

It was like a bone that had grown into his body. Even the slightest touch caused his waist and abdominal muscles to spasm and twitch in pain.

"Huh...huh..."

The man pinched the thing with tweezers, took a few deep breaths to prepare himself, and then exerted force suddenly...

"Humph!"

As the tweezers pulled out the wound, blood gushed out. The sudden severe pain made him groan, as if a bone growing in his flesh was being pulled out.

But, can't stop...

The man bit the towel in his mouth tightly and wiped the wound directly with a sterilized cotton ball, which was tantamount to cutting the wound again, making his face suddenly turn pale.

Only after all the cotton balls were stained red and the wound stopped bleeding did he apply the medicine on a piece of gauze, press it on the wound, and wrap it around his waist with a bandage.

"Huh...huh..."

Half a minute later, his vision slowly recovered, cold sweat trickled down his cheeks. He raised his trembling arm and took a look at what he had pulled out.
It was a piece of shrapnel soaked in blood, which looked to be about three or four centimeters long and was completely embedded in his body.

This is the lethal fragmentation of the grenade.

The target of this assassination was a Russian. No problems were found before the operation, but he was unexpectedly framed by his employer after killing the target.

Compared to using guns to assassinate, he was more accustomed to using a knife. He slashed the neck silently. Someone saw through his habit and planted a mine on his escape route.

If he had not noticed something unusual and jumped out of the window to escape without hesitation, he would not only have been injured like this, but would have been blown into the sky by the grenade.

The man got a tetanus shot, put on the blood-stained clothes again, and looked up at himself in the perspective mirror.

The black hair and black pupils were typical Asian features, but his bloodshot eyeballs looked like they would burst at any second, and his face was now covered in bruises and blood.

"..."

The man looked a little tired and took out a box of cigarettes and matches.

The match struck the box and ignited with a crackling sound. He bit the cigarette and took a puff. The smoke filled his body and circulated through his lungs. The cloud of mist he exhaled rose up and covered his face.

The man turned his head to look at the rising sun outside the window, and said lightly with mist coming out of his mouth: "It's really embarrassing."

Because of his older sister at home, he doesn't have a smoking addiction and it's impossible for him to develop one.

After using nicotine to slightly relieve the pain, the man looked down at his phone screen.

【（Delivered）[Picture]】

Looking at the photo of the target's body that he had sent to his "employer" on his phone, the man took out the SIM card and broke it into pieces.

I have been in this business for five years and have been robbed by cheaters quite a few times, but this is the first time I have encountered someone so ruthless. This time I almost got caught.

Judging from the model number left on the grenade fragment, he was involved in something he shouldn't have been involved in.

"Trouble," the man habitually crushed the burning cigarette butt with his fingers and whispered, "We have to move again."

He collected the blood-stained cotton balls, tissues, syringes, and fragments, wiped away the remaining blood on the car, and finally checked every corner to make sure no traces were left.

Bang.

The man got out of the car, locked the door, and even sprayed himself with perfume to cover up the smell of cigarettes.

Seeing that all the lights in the villa were off, he breathed a sigh of relief, quietly opened the door and walked into the living room.

Click.

The moment he stepped into the living room, he seemed to sense some sound, and his body stiffened subconsciously, but he quickly put on his hood.

Ignoring the gazes coming from the living room, he quickened his pace slightly, lowering his head and intending to walk directly to his room...

"Xiaoyuan."

The sound behind him made him pause, but he did not turn around.

Until the footsteps came behind him.

"Look at me, Xiaoyuan," she said. "Take off your hat."

“…” The man pursed his lips, took off his hood, turned around and looked behind him.

It was a young woman in pajamas. She saw the wound on her brother's face...

"You..." The woman's voice trembled slightly, "Xiaoyuan..."

The man didn't say anything, but just looked away, no longer looking into her eyes, and said with a forced smile: "Sister, go to bed quickly, it's already late..."

"How can I sleep!"

The woman interrupted him directly in an angry tone, but the next second she took a few steps forward, raised her head with red eyes and raised her hand to touch his face, her hand trembling slightly when she touched the wound.

"Listen to me, Xiaoyuan."

She exhaled and said, "Let's go home and spend money to find the best lawyer. You killed that man because you saw me being bullied. If you find a good lawyer, you can get a lighter sentence. I'll go with you."

It's not that simple. Not only did I kill him, I also chopped him into pieces and fled abroad...

The man felt a little bitter, but he knew that the most important thing now was to calm his sister, who was worried and confused, so he nodded and smiled, "Okay, let's go home and leave tomorrow."

Hearing this, the woman seemed to have not expected that he would agree so readily. She was stunned for a moment, and when she came to her senses, a smile appeared on her face.

"I, I'll go help you pack your things."

She wiped the tears from her face and trotted to the bedroom with a smile on her face.

Watching her back disappear from his sight, the man sighed and turned to look at the living room. He saw the blocked food on the dining table, as well as the cushions and pillows on the chairs.

The wall clock is still ticking.

He could imagine someone preparing dinner in the evening and sitting there waiting for him to come home, waiting until the food got cold, then heating it up again, then heating it up again, then cooling it down again...

She listened to the sound of the clock and felt the passage of time until she felt sleepy and fell asleep on the table, until the sound of familiar footsteps woke her up.

He does not regret his original choice for his current life of hiding. Even if he had the chance again, he would still chop that guy into minced meat.

But, I have to lie to her again.

Thinking this in his mind, the man looked at the sofa in the living room, and his gaze subconsciously lingered for a moment.

There's a delivery box there.

"By the way, Xiaoyuan."

The woman suddenly popped her head out of the bedroom, holding a silver suitcase in her hand. She said, "A courier arrived yesterday afternoon. Your name was on the recipient. Would you like to take a look..."

Seeing the silver password suitcase, the man standing in the living room was stunned for a moment, and suddenly heard a strange sound.

The sound of the clock, however, was more than one. In an instant, he opened his eyes wide and subconsciously shouted: "Don't move..."

Almost the next moment after he opened his mouth, a dreamy flame was reflected in his black pupils.

boom! !

At this moment, confusion and pain completely filled his brain, and his memory seemed to be disconnected.

The distorted and broken images came like a tide, and the white light submerged him standing on the beach, but the color that blinded his eyes was pitch black.

The sky is black and there is no light.

In the sky, the sun and the moon disappeared.

Only the distant sky seemed to be melting in the red sea of clouds, looking extremely depressing and strange, as if blood was spreading in the sea of clouds and space, and the steel and concrete of the ruins of the high-rise buildings below seemed to be bleeding.

It looked like a dead body trapped in a swamp, its arms stretched out in agony, struggling against the blood-red sky, forming a brutal and eerie painting...

He saw a tree, the only giant tree standing between heaven and earth. At a glance, he could not see the end at all, and could only barely see one side. The deeper he looked into it, the more it would be swallowed up by the dim sky.

However, it seems to have withered and died.

The ground under my feet breaks through the clouds and connects with the sky. The dry and twisted red branches extend and grow around, like the beating blood-red veins in the black sky, presenting a unique and strange beauty.

On the tree, the messy purple lines looked like countless snakes twisting, like hieroglyphics on an ancient stone tablet, they came alive and danced like elves.

"This is not the place you should stay."

Someone whispered in his ear: "Death is not the end of us. Everything we lose will return in another form."

"When you've slept enough, wake up."

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At this moment, from Xia Mi's perspective, when the "Symphony of Fate" sounded, Qi Xiuyuan, Chu Zihang and the man in black robe fell into an illusion and froze in place without moving.

Xia Mi was in a trance for a short time before she woke up instantly. She recognized the dragon characters mixed in the music and couldn't help but feel a slight chill in her heart.

"This Word Spirit..."

She may not know the name of this word spirit, but she feels a familiar power.

That power could even allow her, the Dragon King, to see a world of chaos. The concepts of reality and illusion became blurred within the realm of this word spirit.

It can create realistic dreams out of thin air without eye contact, causing people to suffer endless torture or endless joy in the dream.

It can even make people experience life and death in an illusion, and if they die in the illusion, they will also die in reality.

This couldn't possibly be a power that a human hybrid could wield. This power didn't even belong to the Dragon Kings, but to the White King who had died long before they were born.

Even……

The Black King, Nidhogg.

Realizing this, Xia Mi imitated Chu Zihang's appearance without hesitation, her body stiffened in place and her pupils became dull and lifeless.

But in the end, she glanced at the man in black robe and felt the slightly suppressed bloodline.

"Word Spirit·Precepts?" Xia Mi looked at him deeply.

Click... click...

At this moment, the sound of footsteps gradually came from far away, crisp, ethereal and light, making people feel the owner's joy.

A middle-aged man with red-gold eyes walked into the hall, carrying a black suitcase in his hand, followed by a dozen expressionless "attendants".

Kazuo Miyamoto, the owner of this place, stepped out from behind the scenes.

He didn't even look at Chu Tianjiao, Chu Zihang and Xia Mi, but just came to Qi Xiuyuan and looked down at the young man from above. The light above his head cast his shadow over the young man.

Kazuo Miyamoto's gaze swept over Qi Xiuyuan bit by bit, as if he wanted to grasp every inch of his skin from head to toe in his hands. The greed in his eyes seemed to want to squeeze all his blood dry.

“What a great tool.”

With a slow and deep exhalation, his face was filled with satisfaction and joy. He looked at Qi Xiuyuan with a grin on his face and said, "Now, it's mine."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and stretched it out to Qi Xiuyuan in front of him. Seeing this scene, Xia Mi frowned slightly.

"Did Qi Xiuyuan actually fall for it?"

Although I don't know how that hybrid used the supreme authority, it was definitely through some shady means. The strength of this word spirit is simply not worthy of its level and effect.

If it was the White King, or even any other Dragon King, she would have to admit defeat.

But now it is just an incomplete and inferior imitation.

"Damn it," Xia Mi said angrily, "He's not an old fellow at all. It seems I was fooled by him!"

Thinking of this, she was about to take action, but stopped.

Before anyone could react, Qi Xiuyuan, who had been frozen in place, raised his hand.

In an instant, his arms burst into blood like iron scales blooming, and several eerie scarlet thorns grew out like wings of flesh, blood, and bones.

A bloody afterimage appeared in the air, and with a sharp scream, it fiercely stabbed towards Miyamoto Kazuo in front of him.

"why?"

Kazuo Miyamoto's mind was almost blank, and all he could see was the sharp thorn that was so close to him.

puff! !
The two "attendants" stood in front of him in time, and instantly pierced their bodies, leaving several holes.

The blood-red thorns tore open their bodies, and blood gushed out like a fountain, and a red rain fell throughout the hall.

In the face of that piercing scream, not to mention a human body made of flesh and blood, even alloy would be pierced.

"kill him!!"

Miyamoto Kazuo instantly distanced himself and roared without hesitation.

The group of "attendants" neatly took out a syringe filled with a purple-red unknown liquid, inserted it into their necks and pushed out all the liquid. Golden pupils appeared in their eyes, and they screamed and pounced on Qi Xiuyuan, wanting to tear him apart.

As the blood-red thorns danced wildly, it was like the lullaby of hell.

The sound of skulls cracking, hand bones breaking, skin tearing, and bodies shattering...

There was no light or fire from the Word Spirit, only pure slaughter.

The servants who rushed forward seemed to have jumped into a blender, with broken limbs and large amounts of thick blood flying around. Even Xia Mi, who was watching this scene, couldn't help but twitch her eyelids.

Until finally, everything stopped.

The thorns that drew several bloody lines in the air pierced Miyamoto Kazuo's body, and Qi Xiuyuan also opened his eyes.

It was like waking up from a nightmare as long as a lifetime. The repressed memories emerged from the water as the ice melted, and I saw a familiar yet unfamiliar light curtain in front of me.

You broke free from Uchiha Shisui's Mangekyō Sharingan Technique: Kotoamatsukami, becoming the ultimate winner in the conflict between the two. You receive the following reward: Talent Branch - Rank A - Wood Release - Cell Transplant Version.

Besides, his eyes were filled with blood-red, and the nauseating smell of blood rushed into his nose.
His face was a little wet and warm, and he subconsciously thought it was tears, but he felt the weight in his hands.

At his feet, broken limbs and arms piled up into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. A bright red rain fell from the sky and the blood flowed down, dyeing him a solemn red.

He grabbed Miyamoto Kazuo's neck with his right hand and held it high in front of him. Three red-gold magatama floated in his scarlet eyes.

He saw clearly Miyamoto Kazuo's terrified face and his golden eyes that were almost bulging out of their sockets.

"You...how...is it possible..." The man said in a terrified tone, spitting out blood.

Qi Xiuyuan looked at the thorns in his hand. They were like sharp scales, so sharp that they could cut through alloy. His entire arm had become a deadly weapon.

He knew that this was his "Wood Release" and he quickly understood everything in front of him.

“…I have to admit it.”

Qi Xiuyuan exhaled, looked up at Miyamoto Kazuo, and said calmly: "You really pissed me off this time."

"Now, your game is over, it's my turn."

　PY
　　Fairy Invites You into Dreams

　　I had some dreams. I dreamed of galloping with the Xia Dynasty Empress, and of being kindhearted with the leader of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect. I thought it was just a dream, but when I woke up, they were all chasing me! (Harem, Shura Field, Easy Cultivation).

　　
　
(End of this chapter)