Volume 3 Hello, Eri Chapter 250 Red Lotus Blooms in Fire (Part 2)
Sakurai Kogure walked down the stairs holding a long sword. There were flames everywhere. The gauze curtains were burning, and the playing cards that had not yet burned out were floating and turning into dust. Although the wood used to build the Paradise Hall had been specially treated to have good flame resistance, it was only a matter of time before such a fire broke into the building and destroyed it.
The once prosperous casino was equally splendid when it was destroyed. Sakurai Kogure's eyes were reflected with bright firelight. She was blocking the corridor leading to the upper floor of Paradise Hall. The kimono wrapped her whole body tightly, but the back collar was very low. This was the soft pornography that the Japanese liked. In this way, it was easy for men to see some unique scenery when standing behind a woman in kimono. Some people said that this made it convenient to put their hands inside. She was so slutty that even the French had to shout "Master".
The cadres of the Eight Clans of Sheqi wearing fireproof suits quickly searched here. Without any special confirmation, they could easily recognize that the girl in front of them was Chao Mu, one of the Dragon Horses. Although she was wearing an elegant and precious twelve-piece kimono, she was wearing nude transparent high-heeled shoes, which made the long sword in her hand look like a decoration and did not seem to have much killing power.
"It's not too late to surrender now." The leading captain said, "Hand over the identities of the King General and the Dragon King, and we still have room to maneuver."
"I first saw an amusement park when I was fourteen. It was not long after the Oni Clan captured the prison in the mountains. To celebrate, the leader in charge of the operation invited us to take a day trip to Osaka." Sakurai Kogure said, "I heard that the family later rebuilt a new prison, and the monastery mental hospital funded by you vacated the most strictly guarded rooms. Here I can have the sun and the sea, why should I choose you?"
She slowly held the cherry-red long sword horizontally in front of her, expressing her position with this gesture, and smiled sweetly and commercially: "Welcome, today is the last day of the Paradise Hall, I will present the final song of farewell to you all."
The long sword was unsheathed. The sheath was cherry red, and the blade was also cherry red . In this case, it was easy to think of rich blood. The wide twelve-piece kimono and the high heels on her feet did not affect Sakurai Kogure's movements at all. She flipped her hands and jumped down from the stairs, as light as a flying bird. The sparks ignited a corner of the cloud-like kimono, spinning with her. The cherry-red sword brought up vermilion blood, and no one could tell whether it was her own or that of someone around her.
The family cadres who came to deal with it had no intention of killing Sakurai Kogure. She was Ryoma, and the family urgently needed to know the identity of the King General and the Dragon King, otherwise they could not completely eradicate the fierce ghosts. However, Sakurai Kogure seemed to have no chance of negotiation. He showed extremely high fighting power in a sudden attack. The first person was pierced through the chest by the cherry-colored long sword before he could draw his sword. Sakurai Kogure almost brushed past him and danced happily to draw the sword from behind him. No surgeon present could save such a serious injury.
This left the cadres with no choice but to shoot Sakurai Kogure. They pulled out their pistols and fired at close range. Sakurai Kogure was very fast, and her large kimono fluttered in the sea of fire like falling petals. The cadres had no way of confirming whether they had shot her or not. They only knew that there were traces of blood wherever she passed, and they didn't know whether they were the marks of the killing on the long sword or if she was also injured.
Amid the sound of burning wood, Sakurai Kogure sang the ancient dragon script in a low voice. The noise in the sea of fire concealed her true intentions. The blood was both hers and the victims', and her words were meant to be sacrificed in blood.
The word spirit Manjushage.
The blood dripping on the floor was like ink-like paint, spreading out at an incredible speed. Under the guidance of some strange force, they did not flow along the cracks in the floor, but grew into flowers made of blood within a few seconds. In an instant, they were taller than half a person's waist. Their leaves were intertwined, spread out and then curled up, as thin as silk threads, and even fire could not ignite them.
One cadre accidentally touched the leaves of the blood flowers and immediately felt a piercing pain. He looked down and saw that his fireproof suit had been cut open, along with the flesh inside. The blood flowers were sharper than alchemical weapons, covered with serrations that were invisible to the naked eye, enough to cut anything that touched it.
Being cut by such a slender object, the wound should be minor and not too serious, but the blood color on the cadre's face was rapidly decreasing and becoming paler. He tried to cover his arm with his hands, but a large amount of blood continued to flow out of the wound, like a leaking fish tank. The water pressure would open the wound wider, far exceeding the normal amount of bleeding. The blood-colored flowers grew stronger when they came into contact with the blood. Originally, there were only a few flowers half waist high on the ground, but now they have quickly bloomed all over the ground, and the tallest one has exceeded three meters. A blood-colored flower bush has grown in the sea of fire.
Red spider lily, more widely known as the red spider lily, regardless of its real name or the legend, this flower is closely related to death. It is said that the road to the underworld is full of blooming red spider lilies, and stepping through the flowers is the other side of the Forgetful River Hell. And because it is mostly red in color, people say that this beautiful flower is actually an evil ghost, and it grows by absorbing the blood of the dead souls and demons in hell.
So when this word spirit was discovered, it was given the name of Manjusagum. Just as the legend goes, it grows by harvesting lives. Anything that touches it will be cut open, and the wound will continue to bleed until the owner dies, as if it were cursed. The blood flower formed by Manjusagum will continue to grow stronger with more blood. If it is not controlled, it will eventually grow into a beautiful jungle of death, and no creature can get close to this area.
Sakurai Kogure stopped because there was no place to stay in the Paradise Hall. The blood-colored Manjusages were like a nightmarish plague. Once the first person was injured by it, the rapidly growing Manjusages would spread to other people. The several cadres who broke in had already become nutrients for the Manjusages. The blood in their bodies was completely drained, nourishing more Manjusages. These things were not afraid of fire at all, and their growth speed was so terrible that they could actually break through the wall or ceiling in just a few breaths.
Blood dripped down Sakurai Kogure's arm. She was indeed shot by a bullet, but that was intentional. She had to injure herself in order to activate the Manjusaka. The blood that fell at her feet immediately blossomed and quietly crawled up along her slender ankles. They could instinctively sense the source of the blood. The most terrifying thing about this word spirit was not only its growth itself, it would also kill the person who released it. It could not be controlled at all. The only way was to kill them all without getting hurt.
It would be fine if she had rockets or grenades, but now she only had a knife in her hand. The red spider lilies had grown into a cluster of flowers that towered into the sky, and the tallest ones had already broken through the ceiling and reached the roof . This was simply not something that could be solved by human power.
Sakurai Kogure leaned against a corner that was rarely on fire, her back burning hot, she couldn't see the flames at all, the sky was full of bright red spider lilies, the petals curved like eaves, those invisible hooks and sharp thorns were crying for food, rushing towards her. She could only hunch her shoulders to protect her face, so that she wouldn't be disfigured when she died. Although she would still be extremely ugly if she was drained of energy, at least she wouldn't die too ugly while she was still conscious.
The cold knife light rushed towards Sakurai Kogure. There was actually someone who could survive in such a large-scale dead flower bush! Sakurai Kogure subconsciously wanted to raise the knife, but she had been bleeding for a long time after being shot, and the unstoppable words were also accelerating her blood loss. She didn't even have the strength to hold the knife.
The man's swordsmanship was extremely wild, as if he was swinging a battle axe in the primitive jungle. However, only such a violent method could allow him to advance among the red spider lilies. As soon as he cut off the flowers in front of him, more new flowers and leaves came out from behind him. None of these could stop him.
Until he arrived in front of Sakurai Kogure, the flowers that had been patient for a long time no longer needed to pretend. Seven or eight petals rushed over like knives, blocking any possible movement of him. He gathered all the petals with his bare hands, tore them off and threw them at his feet, his fingers were pricked and bleeding.
Logically speaking, with the curse of Manjusaki, so many wounds would have been enough to cause him to bleed to death, but he slowly took off the fox mask on his face, and his face, which was as beautiful as that of a beautiful girl, was still smiling, without any sign of pain.
"You... why are you back..." Seeing him, Sakurai Kogure was a little dazed. This surprise was no less than seeing an angel falling from the sky when he was about to die.
"This is where I live. I have to come back to take care of it." Genji took off her clothes and wrapped them around Sakurai Kogure. Her gorgeous twelve-piece kimono had been torn to pieces by Manjusaki, and blood-soaked skin could be seen everywhere. "It's a pity that it's still a little late ."
"I'm sorry, I couldn't protect the Paradise..." Sakurai Kogure smiled helplessly. Xiyue once said with a smile that her greatest role was to self-destruct, because the prerequisite for the activation of that kind of word spirit was to get hurt. Once she got hurt, it was all over. Manjushaka only recognized blood and not people. Sakurai Kogure herself thought so too. She hardly used this dangerous word spirit. Only those things that must be held in her hands were worth her efforts.
"There's no need to worry too much about it. It's a place destined to be destroyed. Desire, greed, and extravagance are all things that have never lasted long in history. I just wanted to come back and take another look at it, to see how it died. Now that I've seen it, even though I've missed some of the process, I'm already very satisfied."
Gen Chinu picked up Sakurai Kogure, gently covered Sakurai Kogure's eyes with his palms, and picked up the cherry-red long sword.
"Don't die, woman. I'm not tired of you yet. You said you hope everyone can be happy, so I also hope you can be one of the happy people. If you close your eyes before your dream comes true, does that mean you have been lying to me all along?"
"No..." Sakurai Kogure answered almost subconsciously.
"Then live for me! I am a greedy person. I want the world and other people's lives. I want them all!"
Yuan Zhinv put on a fox mask and began to chant softly. The ancient language that had been lost long ago had a completely unrecognizable grammatical structure, but it had an extraordinary musical beauty. This was very rare in the activation of Dragon Script. Most of the time it would be as long and drawn out as a huge bell being struck, but only when Yuan Zhinv used the Word Spirit it was like singing a soft song.
A transparent field enveloped Genjitsu, and the surrounding flames and explosions quickly receded, replaced by the scent of grass and trees. He walked down the stairs holding Sakurai Kogure, with a fiery light golden color flowing in his eyes. With every step he took, a swirling red lotus was left behind him. The violent fire elements were all absorbed by these red lotuses, and then gathered at Genjitsu's feet. The flames that could burn the entire Paradise Hall disappeared in an instant.
"What's going on?" Crow couldn't believe his eyes. The blaze was made up of dozens of tons of fuel. No fire department in the world dared to guarantee that they could put out this fire quickly. The flames were more than ten meters high, but they were extinguished in an instant. Even the special forces' fire-extinguishing bombs would not have such an effect.
The person who answered him was a person who happened to walk out of Gokurakukan at that moment. That person was wearing a white and red fox mask and a white haori, just like the girls strolling on the streets during the summer festival. It was difficult to judge her true identity. She was also holding an injured girl. Judging from her appearance, she looked a bit like Ryoma, codenamed Asami, who had just been seen in the information.
Crow Yasha and Yabuki Sakura all rushed down the hillside at the same time. They were very sure that they had never seen this person with a fox mask before, and they didn't know when she went in, but they knew that she was definitely their enemy. The one who would hold the Oni Shou Ryoma with him could not be some cadre of the family who was tempted by beauty. In such a situation, he would still be an enemy if he tried to be a hero and save the beauty, unless he wanted to be skinned alive.
Crow fired a burst of shots with his gun, Yasha held a knife in his left hand and a gun in his right hand, and Yabuki Sakura threw spinning darts. The three of them were all close retainers of Minamoto Chisei, and they cooperated very well. They blocked the space around Minamoto Chisei without any communication. They wanted to keep as many people alive as possible for interrogation.
Facing their encirclement, Yuan Zhinv did not stop at all. His pace remained consistent. A flame as bright as the sun suddenly bloomed on the ground when he approached the three people, as if someone had secretly thrown a flare so close.
There was no sound, no explosion, just a huge amount of flames. The burning seemed to violate some kind of physical law, but its destructive power was absolutely the same as that of flames. The sweeping storm hit the ground, forcing the close ministers to crawl on the ground, otherwise facing the impact directly would be enough to destroy their hearts.
When they opened their eyes again, the man wearing the fox mask was gone.
