Dragon Raja: Starting with acquiring Orochi, a counterattack against the gods.

Yuan Zhinü did not answer, but became very interested in his puzzle and asked, "Is this your masterpiece?"

Longma Shanlang nodded: "It took me a lot of effort, but it's finally finished."

He laughed, revealing a set of pearly white teeth: "Look, isn't it beautiful?"

Yuan Zhinv glanced at the lump of flesh that would give any ordinary person a nightmare and commented, "Quite unique."

Upon receiving recognition, Longma Shanlang became beaming with joy and even developed a fondness for the young Dragon King.

“This is what my mother looked like.” He squatted in front of the pile of bloody fragments, but his eyes softened. “This is what she looked like back then. I pieced her back together, one piece at a time.”

Genji was stunned for a moment, then remembered the file on Ryoma Yamaro that she had read before she set off. This man originally had an ordinary family. Although he was from the Ryoma family, he was just an insignificant branch.

When he was fifteen, he was diagnosed with a dangerous bloodline. His mother refused to believe it and refused to let anyone take him away. With his mother's help, Ryoma Yamaro managed to escape, at the cost of his mother's life.

"Over the years, I have never forgotten what she looked like. It's so hard to find someone who looks like her. I can only kill everyone who resembles her, piecing together a little bit here and a little bit there..."

He paused for a moment, then gave a sweet, baby-like smile: "But I still managed to collect them all. Look how beautiful she is."

Pretty?

Yuan Zhinv looked at the pile of bloody, mangled flesh again, and couldn't see any beauty in it. However, she was an understanding person, so she asked sincerely, "Do you need me to bring your mother with you?"

Unexpectedly, Ryoma Sanro shook his head.

"No, I don't think it's that similar."

"I will find one that is more similar, I'm sure of it."

After saying that, he looked at Yuan Zhinv: "Let's go, it will be too late if we're late."

"I can feel those nasty guys getting closer, I really want to kill them all."

Longma Shanlang sighed, turned and walked out, muttering to himself, "But there's always a chance."

"I'm afraid this opportunity is gone."

A girl's regretful voice sounded behind him. Ryoma Sanrou turned around in confusion, but before he could see clearly, he felt a chill in his chest.

A short knife pierced his chest.

With focused expression, Yuan Zhishen's hands moved swiftly and steadily, the blade cutting open the heart to widen the wound, causing more blood to flow out and quickly incapacitating the person.

She had learned many methods of murder in the past month, and this was her first time putting them into practice, but she was not unfamiliar with them at all; in fact, it felt like a natural progression.

Overwhelmed by excruciating pain, Ryoma Sanrou instinctively tried to struggle. His forbidden blood boiled, his adrenaline surged, and his joints cracked. He endured the pain, wanting to smash the woman's head open, but he froze when he saw the golden eyes of Genji.

He was dragged into a nightmare.

The dimly lit basement came to life, and he entered the brightly lit room. A woman in a white dress looked at him gently and smiled: "What would you like to eat today, Shanlang?"

Longma Shanlang stared blankly at the woman in front of him, speechless.

He knew perfectly well that it was an illusion, but he couldn't struggle. He just stared blankly at the person in front of him.

It had been so long that he could no longer remember what his mother looked like. In the dead of night, all he could see was that bloody, broken body.

The doorbell rang, and a woman in a white dress smiled at him and said gently, "Shanlang, would you like to wait here for Mommy? Mommy will go open the door."

Long Ma Shanlang's whole body suddenly shuddered as if he had received an electric shock. He quickly pulled the woman's hand and said, "Mom, don't!"

But it was too late; the woman had already opened the door.

A group of men dressed in black with solemn expressions squeezed into the room. They took out their identification and their eyes were sharp as knives.

"Longma Shanlang, is that right? His bloodline test results are unsatisfactory. He could go out of control at any time and is a dangerous hybrid. According to family rules, we must take him away!"

The woman stared at the man in astonishment. Even though she hadn't realized what was happening, she instinctively protected Longma Shanlang.

"No, that's impossible. How could Shanlang be a dangerous hybrid?"

The man waved his hand impatiently: "The test will be fine. Don't obstruct official business. Madam, please move aside!"

"No, I can't let that happen! There's a misunderstanding here, there must be a misunderstanding!"

That woman, who was always gentle and spoke in a soft voice, stubbornly stood in front of him, her slender body blocking all his cold and malicious gazes.

The scene shifts to a woman being hacked to death, while Ryoma Sanrou cowers under the bed, trembling with fear.

He watched helplessly as his mother was hacked to pieces until she could never be put back together, but he was too cowardly to do anything but hide under the bed and desperately hold back his tears. He didn't even have the courage to rush out and fight those people.

He was too weak, as weak as an ant.

The woman's head rolled to the edge of the bed, her unfocused eyes wide open, staring at Longma Shanlang.

Fire, fire everywhere, space itself was distorted, and before Longma Shanlang's eyes were sometimes a burning bedroom, sometimes a dilapidated basement.

He saw the girl in front of him as Yuan Zhinu one moment and his mother in a white dress the next. His head was throbbing, and he couldn't distinguish between dream and reality.

The massive blood loss weakened him, and the dragon transformation effect wore off, turning him back into that weak, cowardly boy. But this time, no one was there to protect him, and he was about to die.

Yuan Zhinu affectionately patted his head and said softly, "I'll take you to reunite with your mother. You're welcome."

"After all, I'm a kind-hearted person, and I can't bear to see my subordinates sad and upset."

Chapter 17 Sorry, it was a slip of the hand.

Yuan Zhinv left the dirty and bloody basement, above which was a dilapidated shopping mall with hardly anyone around.

She wore a baseball cap, deliberately pulling the brim down to cover her face, and her ordinary sportswear made her instantly inconspicuous in the crowd.

She brushed past several men in black who were walking towards her.

Yuan Zhisheng stopped in his tracks, and as if drawn by some unknown force, turned around to look.

But he couldn't see anything clearly, only a vague white figure with a thin and slender back and long, black hair casually draped over his shoulders.

She seemed to be a student from nearby, nothing special, but such tall girls were rare in Japan, which made him think of Minamoto no Chinobu.

"Boss, what's wrong?"

The new subordinate was very outgoing and asked curiously when he saw this.

I heard this guy used to be a hoodlum, he's reckless, not very cultured, doesn't follow many rules, and even his name, Crow, has a strong underworld vibe.

Yuan Zhisheng glanced at him and shook his head: "It's alright. Have people clear this place out, surround the basement, and guard all the exits."

"Yes, boss." Crow whistled and went off to carry out the order, acting more like he was going to a bar or something to liven things up than about to face a ruthless killer.

Yuan Zhisheng didn't quite understand what his new subordinate was thinking all day long, but he didn't have the time to care at the moment.

His mind was completely focused on the evil spirit in the basement.

After receiving the news, he rushed over without stopping, speeding all the way as if afraid of leaving the guy any chance to escape.

Fortunately, he arrived early enough.

The weather is nice enough today; it's a good day to pay respects to the deceased.

However, offerings are always necessary for a memorial service, and Genji thought that the evil spirit would be a good choice.

The basement reeked of blood. Yuan Zhisheng entered slowly alone, warily guarding all the dark corners.

This demon has enhanced its bloodline and is already developing into a Deadpool. It may even have lost its mind. This is an extremely dangerous thing. Even with its excellent bloodline, Genjiro has to be careful and vigilant.

But he soon realized that his actions were unnecessary.

He didn't find the evil spirit in the basement, but he did see the boy nailed to the wall.

The boy was thin and pale, his body slightly curled up, with a short knife stuck in his chest. It was this knife that pinned him to the wall, but he was not dead yet. Dragon blood kept him alive, but the faint golden light in his eyes seemed to be about to disappear at any moment.

Before the boy lay countless decaying body parts, among which Genji saw the missing head of the executive officer.

The result is already obvious: someone killed the evil spirit before he could.

Ryoma Sanrou looked up slowly at the sound, but froze when he saw Genjiro.

He slightly twitched the corners of his mouth, managing a forced, mocking, and ugly smile.

"What, are you afraid I won't die completely? Cough cough, you want to come back and check if I'm still breathing? Cough cough cough..."

He was already barely breathing, and with each word he spoke, large mouthfuls of blood, mixed with shattered internal organs, would spill from the corner of his mouth. Yet, he stubbornly continued speaking, his voice full of mockery as he addressed Genji:

"You're nothing but a pathetic, abandoned wretch."

Genjiro's pupils suddenly contracted; he had just realized something.

This person clearly mistook him for someone else, the one who killed him.

He thought the person who killed him had returned.

Moreover, that person must look very much like him, so much so that Ryoma Sanrou would mistake him at a glance.

“A young girl…”

Genjiro muttered to himself unconsciously, while Ryoma Yamaro had already closed his eyes in exhaustion. His voice grew softer and softer, just like his breathing.

But he kept saying that the venomous voice was like the curse of a demon from hell.

“We are all pawns abandoned by our families, homeless ghosts. One day, you will be nailed to the wall like me.”

"I... am waiting for that day."

"Who was here just now?" Yuan Zhisheng suddenly realized what was happening. He strode forward, grabbed the man's collar, and roared uncontrollably, "Who killed you?"

But no one could answer him.

The man is dead.

Yuan Zhisheng gasped for breath, futilely letting go of his grip. He felt as if he had been doused with a bucket of cold water, utterly disheveled.

The biggest mistake he ever made in his life was accidentally killing his only relative. He was in agony day and night, numb like a walking corpse.

He knew perfectly well how ruthless he had been, and he also knew perfectly well that no one could survive such severe injuries.

But he couldn't help but fantasize: if the body wasn't found, did that mean he was still alive?

But if Genjiro is still alive, why won't she come back to find him?

Is she resenting him?

Would the young girl blame him for swinging the knife without distinguishing right from wrong?

Yuan Zhisheng had no answer; he only felt lost.

Just then, he suddenly remembered that white figure. He jumped up and rushed outside.