Chapter 143 King General

Long black hair fell down from the pale and miserable mask. The mask had vermilion lips and iron-black sharp teeth. It depicted an ancient Japanese minister who held power, was bloodthirsty and violent. The bright light sprinkled down from the ceiling like nectar, illuminating every detail on the mask. The corners and gaps were tightly stitched against every inch of the old man's skin, as if it was born on it. The smiling face is the face he was born with.

I also want the sound of the clapper, the rustling clapper sound, which is ethereal, monotonous, without any rhythm, but goes straight into the heart. Every strike brings about the resonance of the air, and the eardrums, scalp, and even deep bones vibrate with the sound of the clapper. , trill.

The lights deep in the corridor were quietly extinguished, and when the red light was turned on again, the old man Gongqing had moved forward dozens of meters out of thin air. The hem of Kurohaori's clothes fell quietly, not seeming to have moved at all.

The lamp is dimmed and the light is bright.

The light reached the depths of the corridor and gradually approached the casino hall. He was sneaking in the darkness, approaching step by step, and the minister's smile became more and more weird and terrifying.

In the casino, Lin Nian watched the old man Gongqing move forward strangely like a frame. He did not make any movements or reactions. The monotonous banging sound made the water in the glass ripple. Everyone fell into silence, as if behind a big curtain. I was watching a shocking Noh performance. Breathing too loudly at this time seemed to be a kind of blasphemy against the solemn performance.

The last sound of the bang was so clear and penetrating that it made insects and birds fly away in the mountains. When a light at the exit of the corridor suddenly went out, no light came on for half a minute. The entire Paradise Pavilion was like a mountain. It's as quiet as a haunted house, and even in the silence of the mountains, you can only hear the white noise of the water flowing and the leaves shaking.

In the darkness, Lin Nian raised his head.

The current surged through the tungsten wire and instantly heated up to 2000 degrees Celsius. The dazzling light fell like a waterfall and illuminated the entire casino. Everyone subconsciously raised their hands to cover their eyes to adapt to the light. However, Lin Nian and Okubo Ryoichi remained motionless and stared closely at each other. Stare at the tall black figure in front of you.

The old man Gongqing stood like a mountain in front of the two of them, Lin Nian to be precise. He looked down at the boy, and a black shadow fell on Lin Nian's body like an invisible black hand covering every inch of his skin from head to toe. He held them all in his hand and slowly tightened his grip, as if he wanted to greedily draw out a pool of blood.

Lin Nian raised his head and looked at the mask of the official, his gaze like a torch seemed to penetrate it and sort out every inch of flesh behind it, but the pale mask seemed to absorb all the light, swallowing up all the curiosity, exploration and desire, and he could not ask for more. Spit back a little bit of the dregs like a pity.

What a monster of the abyss.

Sakurai Kogure, who was prostrate on the ground at first, appeared behind the old man Gongqing at some point, with his head slightly lowered and his lips smiling.

"Your Majesty," she said in awe.

Lin Nian's heart sank a little when he heard Sakurai Kogure calling the old man Gongqing. "Mianxia" is the honorific title for the highest god among the eight million gods in Japan. For example, the servants of the gods in the Vatican refer to the top priests. The same is true for teachers' titles, such as 'His Majesty the Pope'.

There are probably only a few people among the fierce ghosts who can receive such a prestigious title.

Fierce ghosts, supreme leader, person with supreme authority

——King General.

"Men, women, gamblers, money, desire, corruption, life."

The old man Gongqing opened his hands, and his voice rose step by step from the sluggish tone of a 'man' until it suddenly reached the highest level of 'life'. Black Haori suddenly raised like a big wing, and a huge shadow cast over him. Everything in front of him placed Lin Nian in front of him in darkness from head to toe.

Lin Nian turned his head and looked directly at the ferocious and terrifying face.

".What a night!"

After a long time, with a slow exhalation, white mist was spit out from the black fangs of the Noh mask, and the voice that climbed to the top was released, making people feel that he was satisfied, happy and unfinished.

The appearance is as depressing and terrifying as a ghost, and the acting is as exaggerated and vivid as an actor.

Lin Nian looked at the old man carefully - it was not difficult for him to guess that he was an old man. Even if he didn't listen to the hoarse voice that was like a sea of ​​vicissitudes of life, just the smell of twilight and decay that filled the air from under the black feathers. We can know that the person under the mask must be a 'fierce ghost' who has struggled to crawl out of the mountains of corpses and blood for many years.

Just when they first met, the leader of the fierce ghosts, known as the king general, the man behind the scenes who ordered all obedience to die, had several layers of impenetrable screens covering his body, making it difficult for people to penetrate the essence of his madness.

This extremely dangerous person's years and life have left too many horrific knife marks on his body to warn anyone who intends to approach him, showing how vicious and terrifying this person is, but he He cunningly put on the mask of the public minister and hid everything about himself in the darkness under the mask. Like a ghost fish under the deep ocean, he hung a bright lantern to attract ignorant fry to rush into his sharp fangs. The teeth were swallowed into the bottomless throat.

"I thought the general of the fierce ghosts was a wise man." Lin Nian said.

"No one likes to talk to wise men. They are like toothless monsters, lurking in the world. Everyone knows that when they open their mouths, they will reveal their fangs and turn into man-eating monsters, so they will be alienated and afraid. ." General Wang put away his arms, turned around and walked towards the gaming table in an instant, with a steady pace and each step was like a nail, making people feel the 'weight' hidden under the black feather fabric that should not be underestimated: " But if you choose to be an actor, and sharp teeth become your daily repertoire, then when you indulge in madness and choose people to devour, your prey will not run away, but will laugh at your clearly visible mouthpiece. "

General Wang stood behind the female dealer. He reached out and touched her arms, and gently and forcefully asked her to leave the gaming table: "I heard that you want to see me, Lin Nian."

"It's really the evil guy who complained first." Young Lin said in a low voice. He sat down in front of the gaming table. There was no one else waiting in the entire casino at this time. The armed men in black were half-kneeling at the gaming table with their heads bowed like pilgrims. Around him, the gambling table where he and the king were sitting was wrapped in a semicircle, as if an altar of flesh and blood had been built, and all that was needed was to clasp his hands and pray devoutly.

Dull, solemn, solemn.

The glitzy atmosphere of the Bliss Pavilion was swept away. The old man, the King of Gold, Silver and Silk, was like a pool of blood that opened an artery. The scarlet and sticky blood eroded and engulfed the entire Jinshan. As far as the eye could see, it was as bewitching as a ritual. of red.

All the rhythms fell into his hands, connecting everyone's bodies like invisible threads, allowing him to play with them.

The king's gaze on the table suddenly shifted from Lin Nian to the right, where another young man's eyes were focused on him like fire. The gaze was so hot that it seemed to be burning, and it was about to burn the official's mask. After that, the old man tore it open bit by bit with his teeth, swallowed it, and burned the bones with himself.

"Ryoichi-kun." Wang Jiang said, "Why don't you sit down with Mr. Lin and hold a candle and have a long talk?"

Liang Yi suddenly moved. He rushed to the gambling table and grabbed the loaded pistol on the table. He jumped over the gambling table and grabbed the black feather of the king's general and pulled it to the center of the gambling table. The muzzle of the gun was firmly pressed against the open face of the public minister's mask. Among the sharp teeth, face to face, forehead to forehead, eyes red.

But the next moment, a dagger flowed towards Ryoichi's neck like autumn water pouring down a river. It was Sakurai Kogure, who was serving beside the king, who took action. The dagger was hidden in her sleeve. The moment she dropped the knife, she was more A faster blade penetrated straight in front of Ryoichi's neck. The moment the blades struck each other, hot sparks bloomed and splashed onto the cheeks of Wang Jiang and Ryoichi. However, the two of them were still looking at each other, one with a smile on his face, the other with a smile on his face. The person is cold and angry.