Across Tokyo as Hokage

Chapter 185 The 'gift' from the abyss

In the backstage lounge of the Budokan during the 56-to-28 match just ahead!
Hiroshi Murashita was lying on the bed in the lounge, because he was out of breath and his sternum was only cracked, the injury was actually very minor, so naturally he didn't need to be sent to the hospital.

There was a sudden movement outside the door.

"Who are you? No outsiders are allowed in or out here, ah!"

Hearing the final scream, everyone in the lounge looked out of the door in shock, not understanding who would dare to make trouble here, the Kendo Alliance is not something to mess with, especially today there are official bosses here , If you dare to make trouble, you are courting death.

click!
The door opened, and a dark, humanoid figure walked in.

It is a 'black figure', the entire humanoid body is shrouded in black mist, only the blood-red and shining eyes are not covered by the black mist, when people see these eyes, there will be an uncontrollable killing with the desire to destroy.

Gollum!

Seeing this scene, everyone in the lounge swallowed their saliva, this scene is too abnormal!
Hiroshi Murashita, who was lying on the bed, suddenly regained his composure after being surprised, as if he had thought of something, he silently touched the long knife beside the bed with his right hand.

"Oh, good material, human beings are really interesting, they all have the same body, but their behavior is completely different, it's just that if cats want to resist, they will be taught a lesson by the owner!" A very strange voice sounded from the shadow, Even the voices of men and women could not be heard clearly.

call out!
As soon as the other party finished speaking, the black mist shot out from the body like a python, entangled several people from head to toe, except for the nose and eyes. There was no sign of breaking free even after struggling with all his strength.

"Hush!" Hei Ying said as if he was lowering his voice: "Keep your voice down, don't attract other people, I finally managed to show up, I don't want to go back without leaving any gifts!"

Woo, woo!
Murashita Hiroshi's eyes were red, and he was struggling desperately regardless of his injuries. As a swordsman, he certainly knew some information, and he knew that the opponent might be those monsters that appeared in the world recently.

"Well, is it because you want to get a gift, so you are too excited?" The figure in the black mist looked at Hiroshi Murashita who was struggling excitedly, with fear in his eyes, and joy in his blood-red eyes, fear and fear. is their best food.

Noisy!
The figure in the black mist seemed to have torn something from its body, and then handed it out with a pitch-black claw.

It was a black flesh mass the size of an egg, with a large amount of hair-like flesh and flesh tentacles waving on it, it was frightening to watch.

Seeing this scene, several disciples of Hiroshi Murashita and the doctor around him struggled even more, which fully explained their emotions at this time.

"You are not qualified to 'enjoy' the gift!" The black figure carefully stuffed this piece of flesh with its paws into the mouth of Murashita Hiroshi who was closed tightly, but was forcibly pulled open by the tentacles formed by the black mist.

And the flesh and blood also seemed to have life, and crazily drilled towards his throat.

"It seems that you really have great potential, I hope you can bring more 'fear'!" Heiying sighed, as if he was very satisfied with Hiroshi Murashita.

Vomit, vomit!

Hiroshi Murashita desperately tried to spit out the stuff that got into his body, but it didn't work.

"What did you eat, let us go!" Seeing that he couldn't spit out the food, he said nonsense in a tone of anger and fear, and the other party could communicate if he could speak.

"Of course it's a gift!" Heiying wasn't angry, but the red light in his eyes intertwined with Hiroshi Shimomura's, and he said in a strange tone: "Hate it, who made you like this? Destroy it, Destroy those things that mock you!"

These words were like whispers of a devil, and Shimomura Hiroshi's struggling movements gradually calmed down.

The jet-black pattern began to spread on his body from nowhere, making Hiroshi Shimomura look weird, and the black mist tentacles were also unbound.

"That's right, directly jumping over the human level and the monster level to enter the soldier level! The potential is greater than I thought!" Heiying commented.

"Is this power!" Hiroshi Murashita sat up slowly. He looked like he was 30 years younger at this time, turning into a lean and strong middle-aged man, but the black pattern covering his body looked weird Incomparable.

"As long as you continue to offer sacrifices to our Lord, your power will become stronger and stronger. Isn't this gift great?" The black figure said excitedly, and his blood-red eyes kept looking at Hiroshi Murashita who was sitting on the bed , as if looking at some favorite work.

"Sacrifice, what is that?" At this moment, I don't know if it is a strong man who should be called 'Murashita Hiroshi', and his tone is as flat as a wave, as if there is no emotional inquiry.

The figure wrapped in black mist did not speak, but glanced at the people around him who were bound by black mist tentacles with blood red eyes, and then said:
"I hope to have the opportunity to meet again!"

As soon as the voice fell, the black mist quickly dissipated.

And under the mist, a guy who looked like a blue-skinned gangster from his clothes was exposed in the lounge, but there was a blood hole in his chest.

After the pitch-black figure disappeared, those black mist tentacles naturally also disappeared, and several disciples and doctors were freed.

The few people didn't approach them with all their might in the face of obvious changes like those in those movies, but after exchanging fearful eyes, a courageous disciple asked cautiously:

"Teacher, are you alright?"

This is complete nonsense, the current Hiroshi Murashita's body is covered with a large number of black patterns, although the eyes have not changed, but the eyes are extremely cold, and there is no emotion at all.

So several people leaned towards the door tacitly, talking was just distracting, the phone was completely useless, the signal seemed to be blocked by something, it was impossible to call the police and notify others, so they had to run away first.

"Okay, better than ever!"

Murashita Hiroshi mumbled to himself as if he didn't notice the people approaching the door, feeling that this body had returned to the peak, even far beyond, this is the body he wanted, not the previous one. Gradually old, a decayed body that is extremely difficult to even swing a sword.

The disciples and the doctor were not fools, and they naturally understood how dangerous the situation was. After all, the corpse at the door was not a prop, and they all prepared to escape tacitly.

Hiroshi Murashita picked up the favorite knife beside the bed and stood up, it had already become sharp, and his white and sharp teeth like carnivores were revealed in a smile.

"The sacrifice escapes without authorization, but it will give me a headache!"

His eyes stared at the few people who were about to cross the gate, Hiroshi Murashita tapped his index finger with his right hand.

Zheng!
The long knife jumped out of the scabbard two fingers, revealing a sharp two-finger wide blade.

"escape!"

Several disciples and doctors couldn't care about anything else at this time, and all rushed out of the door subconsciously.

Puff!

There was an extremely light and crisp cutting sound, and the movements of several people slowed down at the same time, and then they fell to the ground slowly.

A sword mark directly cut several people in half, and even the wall of the lounge was cut open, which looked amazing.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Murashita Hiroshi's eyes did not fluctuate, as if the dead were only a few ants, not his own disciples, and a few undetectable breaths emerged from the corpse, and were then inhaled by him.

"Hahaha, yes, this is the feeling of power, this is what I want!"

Feeling this power, his extremely cold eyes gradually became frantic, and he laughed wildly at the same time.

The lounge was stained red with blood, and a guy with black patterns all over his body was laughing wildly, looking weird and frightening.

"Zouliuyuan Qingquan, Shangsugi!" After laughing maniacally for a while, the figure spat out two names, and then slowly walked towards the front desk with a long knife in hand.

(End of this chapter)