[Comprehensive] Blessings to the beautiful black organization

headache.

Never had such a severe headache before, and Gin felt a pang of irritability for no reason.Ever since he smelled the strong smell of blood, his world has undergone earth-shaking changes. Everything he sees is covered with a crimson mist, turning into a distorted mirror image.

The filth was mixed with a fishy smell, and he suddenly felt disgusted that the existence of this kind of blood was an insult to the blood itself.They were filthy, corrupt, and he resisted the urge to tear the corpse to shreds. Its ugliness was an eyesore, and so was the missing man who made the unaesthetic corpse.

The alley was so quiet that there was only the sound of water drops and difficult breathing.

To live in such a place, the first thing to do is to abandon curiosity.Curiosity will kill cats, and of course it will kill people. I don’t know how many people disappeared without a trace because they were interested in some darkness that lay dormant in it.Secondly, you can't have any extra emotions, staying here is accompanied by deceit and betrayal, and extra kindness will only lead to self-destruction-so, when hearing the screams of the homeless, almost everyone shuts down their doors and windows.

Gin could feel the sight, and occasionally someone wanted to peek through the gaps in the shutters, but he knew these guys wouldn't dare call the police.

Calling the police means that they will be retaliated by the gang, but none of them have the ability to escape this alleyway.

The fishy smell became stronger again, Gin suddenly missed Kusanagi's blood, his throat was a little thirsty, and he even missed that sweet taste.The instinctive tyrannical desire was calmed by his blood, and now it lost its target. Those bad thoughts continued to emerge from his mind. He looked down at a pool of dark sewage, which reflected long silver hair, Fragments of pure white bone shell covering the side cheeks.

Fuzzy lines covered the surface of the shell, like pulsating blood vessels, it must be quite a scary scene for outsiders.The surrounding bone layer was not a smooth incision, but more like a broken part, waiting to heal completely.

There was no pain, and no other special feeling. Gin stared at it silently for a while, and the lines in the reflection gradually disappeared.

"Trouble." He sighed, "I don't like to play this kind of game with people."

The winding bloodstains had already shown the opponent's path, and the man addicted to strength didn't even intend to cover it up, thinking that even if the police came, there would be nothing they could do about him.Gin drew his gun and loaded it.

In the blind corner outside the corner, dark shadows are swaying.

It can be seen that the human figure has gone beyond common sense, half a head taller than normal, and sharp bone spurs have grown from his limbs.Especially the parts of the arms, the rough bone shells have been stained with a turbid color, it is the dried blood mixed with some unknown things, exuding a rancid smell.

Crimson blood dripped continuously from his face, that face had long been distorted and deformed, it was impossible to tell whether it was crying or laughing, only he was holding the bloody water in his hands, intoxicated by the fishy-sweet liquid.

Qin Jiu lowered his eyes slightly, evoking a sarcastic smile: "The hide-and-seek is over."

He could feel that this body was lighter than before, and it was also less easy to control. Before he had time to react, there was a crisp sound of something breaking from the tiger's mouth.The viscous red had completely soaked the skin, and Gin finally saw that his face was covered with a dirty crust from a close distance.

Grim and ominous, his skin has almost melted, and the exposed muscles are not normal light red, but bluish-white tangles.Being stuck in the throat made Yamada Takuya difficult to breathe, the bones inside may have been broken, and the corners of his completely torn mouth kept bleeding.

The man begged for mercy weakly:

"Don't kill me...please...I didn't do anything..."

Although the eyes have become almost hollow, but his deep eye sockets still secrete natural tears, Gin frowned in disgust, shamefully begging the enemy for mercy has never been in line with his aesthetics.

"Did you never imagine such a scene when you killed the last person?" He asked indifferently, not seeming to want to answer, "Scum like you doesn't need to exist."

Takuya Yamada's fingertips still had the feeling of cutting his body with a bone blade, his head was in chaos, and his consciousness could not suppress the killing intent very well.Now being stuck on the wall in a blind corner without any effort, the man became a little more sober, and finally knew that the situation was not good.

The person in front of him didn't look like the type with a sense of justice. On the contrary, he was full of the smell of gunpowder.He'd seen a lot of gangsters who were different from them.

Yamada hurriedly tried to reach out his hand to stop him: "I, I know, it's me, I did something bad on your territory... I'm sorry, please cut off my little finger! Please forgive me, I can be your little brother ..."

"Besides, we are of the same kind! If we can kill each other, we should hunt those humans even more."

He stared at the silver-haired man.

He could see the difference between the other person and human beings, just like himself—his skin was about to dissolve, and he was in excruciating pain, but the other person didn't.He looked as natural as a Halloween mask, and instead of doing damage, the bony shell made him look even more handsome.

Takuya Yamada couldn't help being a little jealous, it seemed that he wasn't the main character at all.

Maybe that sentence had an effect, Gin fell silent.

After a while, he snorted and laughed, showing his sharp teeth. Yamada Takuya couldn't help shaking: "Are you qualified?"

There was a tooth-sick cracking sound one after another, and he realized that his bones were being crushed and crushed bit by bit, but the transformation of the monster's blood made his vitality far exceed that of ordinary people, and the process of losing consciousness was extremely long and painful.In the black world, he finally saw those purple eyes, in which there was only the desire for violence and blood—in the end, he knew nothing.

Gin dropped Yamada Takuya's body, who no longer looked human at all, but his body was still warm.If he cut his flesh at this moment, there would definitely be delicious blood flowing out, he knew this very well, however, surrounded by this stench, he suddenly lost that interest.

He kicked the monster's corpse away expressionlessly.

The black windbreaker was spattered with blood, which made it even more wet. He had no intention of changing it, and walked straight out of the dark alley.

"The police are on their way, and I've sent you the new coordinates of the monster." In the headset, Hei's formulaic tone changed slightly, as if he wanted to ask something, but gave up, "...forget it."

Gin hangs up the communication, at least for now, he will no longer frequently think of the feeling of hugging Kusanagi, and the delicate temperature when the sharp teeth penetrate the skin and suck blood.

"Oh. I don't mean to betray my employer."

At the same time, BK-201 tossed his messy black hair in rare distress, while Yin looked at him silently.The girl had some eye problems, so it was difficult to focus her gaze, but at this moment her purple eyes seemed to be encouraging Hei.He was editing the text message, and couldn't help but say to himself: "Who told me to be Kusanagi-kun's companion."

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Tsurumaru Kuninaga narrowed his eyes slightly, he was instinctively displeased by this alleyway and the people living in it.They are swords, weapons, endowed with pure souls, and even worshiped as gods, different from the most despicable bottom.

When he saw the body of the homeless man, it had begun to rot, and the unfamiliar method made him instantly realize: this smell mixed with the retrograde army came from the members of the guard.Kusanagi Ren turned that man into a monster with a little bit of willpower because of his bad taste, however, the potion is only under development after all.

Yamada Takuya's soul is not pure, no one can guarantee what he will do after he gets the power.

Monsters that keep their sanity, keep their minds, and keep hating like humans are pretty scary.Tsurumaru country can never allow this kind of creature to exist, otherwise a large number of infectious bodies will quickly unbalance the balance.

The smell of blood became stronger, and he jumped down from the wire where he was standing, and saw a body that could be called a monster.The corpse was still wearing clothes that were not completely torn, and a few ragged boys gathered around him, poking him lightly with branches and iron rods. Seeing Tsurumaru fall, they were actually ready to use these weapons to provoke him.

Tsurumaru Kuni never wanted to entangle with them, his red eyes dimmed: "Go away."

As if bewitched, the children sat down on the ground in fright, using their hands and feet together, screaming and crawling away.Tsurumaru bent down and touched the neck of the corpse. The cause of death was that the neck bone was crushed, and it was crushed inch by inch with his hands.

As long as they are trained properly, humans may indeed have this kind of power. However, if they die without resistance as a monster, the opponent's strength is definitely very strong.

He smelled a subtle smell, the same as the dead, it was the smell of human beings mixed with marching troops, longing for blood.

"Did it infect other people so quickly..."

Tsurumaru muttered to himself.

He was about to confirm something, but his body reacted first, and the Taidao was unsheathed, cutting across the gorgeous, golden saber flowers.The abandoned water pipes of the dilapidated wall are continuously dripping with filth. The golden blue figure stands there, covering half of his face. The handsome young man is smiling. He is obviously smiling, but his existence itself is like a deadly knife light.

"Yeah, it's been a long time."

The other party walked out of the shadows, his expression did not change, but there was no warmth in his greetings.

Tsurumaru narrowed his eyes, "Long time no see, but...it should be the worst meeting ever."

As he spoke, he raised the corners of his lips, stared at his former colleagues with deep red eyes, and had no intention of taking back the sword—it seemed that he had decided to treat Fu Sangshen in front of him as an enemy.

"You probably don't want to see the birth of a retrograde army with human-level intelligence, so let's have the same purpose." Tsurumaru swung the blade slightly, "There is a human being who is more powerful than this corpse or the retrograde army has just left, we should stop it he."

Sanriyue blinked, as if unable to understand this sentence, he smiled softly:

"No, if our God-inspector doesn't want it, even Tsurumaru's request won't work. So, you can't pass here."