Self-cultivation of fake wine

Akutagawa thinks Herbal Salt is a strange person.

If it weren't for Zhongyuan Zhongye's request, he might have left him alone.

A scientist... huh.

Of course, Akutagawa found out the real identity of this person very easily - a scientist is the kind of existence that is generally not searched but must have absolutely complete search terms.

Taking such a scientist who should be protected in the research institute to the underground fighting arena... Akutagawa thought it was ridiculous.

At the same time, out of awe of intellectuals for a person without education, Akutagawa gave this person one last chance before getting off the car, "Are you sure you want to go?"

The man's answer was that he put on that ridiculous rubber bamboo shoot headgear neatly.

Akutagawa and Bamboo Shoot's black eyes in the two holes on their faces met each other for a while, and finally chose to forget their compassion just now.

Whoever he is, when he came to the organization and even became a direct subordinate of a cadre like himself back then, he should calmly face the fact that his future is dark.

However, when the man was standing on the fighting stage, and the beautiful flames that were as ethereal as splashed ink artworks were still transforming into butterflies in his palm, his enemy suddenly burst into flames amidst the exclamation of the venue. Started that magnificent flame, and then quietly disappeared into this world in that flame.

The venue gradually became dead silent, and even the referee was not slowed down...

The man's voice was hoarse and indistinguishable through the hood, only the meaning of mocking all living beings could not be hidden. "I remember that the competition here is life and death—so, who is my next opponent?"

One sentence was like water poured into a boiling oil pan, and the audience barked in horror and dissatisfaction!

Those people sitting here are like sitting in the seats of the ancient Roman Colosseum. They are paying for the exciting battle and the desperate cry of human beings before death!

The venue became chaotic, and the masked referee host quickly recovered his professionalism, explaining as he walked towards the herbal salt, "It's hard to imagine if this is a rare new ability... Mr. Bamboo Shoot, may I ask you?" Did it just burn your opponent to death, or did it appear to be fire, like magic, that actually teleported the person somewhere else?"

A person with fire or space abilities, or a person with dual abilities?

The host barely felt the heat, no wonder he didn't believe it was real flames either.

"I don't think there is any need to slowly torture people who can be killed with one blow. I am a boring person, and my goal is just to win this martial arts tournament—or if you arrange some stronger opponents, just I can see the scene where the other party knocked me to the ground, tore off my headgear, and tortured me severely."

The bamboo shoot man's voice spread through the microphone, as if provoking all the audience, "Or, are you going to abstain for those precious contestants?"

Precious player?

A person with supernatural powers is indeed precious, but standing here, he is a new threat.

Among the resident contestants in this martial arts arena, no one will protect this beautiful city-a hound from abroad that kills newcomers with abilities who are struggling in this city in accordance with the requirements of its owner. People with supernatural powers who are fascinated by money and power and are increasingly distorted by violence... As for other people who stand on the stage out of their own volition, they can naturally choose to abstain freely.

The man who signed the life and death certificate and stood in the arena thought it was reasonable to burn his opponent to death.

Because death is already part of their battle.

Now that you have decided to bet your life here to get what you want, you shouldn't put your hope on the opponent's compassion—people with this kind of thinking should not step into the depths of this evil .

The audience roared furiously and shouted excitedly, asking the organizer to send stronger players to tear this bamboo shoot man apart.

They wore masks, but it was clear who they were.

So this scene...is not much different from a certain entertainment venue in the previous world.

Human beings in any world and at any age... are pretty much the same.

The flames silently devoured the supernatural beings who stepped onto the fighting stage, one after another.

People gradually lost their voices from being dissatisfied, and the scene gradually fell into a kind of silent fear.

That is when a powerful life quietly disappears before the eyes in an almost absurd way, and the death represented by clusters of sparks informs all human beings of the fragility of life.

They like to watch those lives that are struggling in pain, and they like the feeling of superiority, arrogance and aloofness when they control those powerful lives that are like wild dogs and beasts.

But now, such a death made them seem to see the god of death.

To be fair, no matter who it is, they will silently take the opponent's life in an instant, absolutely undefeated——

"grim Reaper."

Someone trembled and murmured the word in a low voice.

Then, as if the san value was taken away by an invisible god, he screamed in horror!

"grim Reaper!"

This scream made those who were involved in the unspeakable degeneration of life all come back to their senses in horror!

Some people can no longer bear the scene of the god of death reaping human lives - most of them, as if they were strangled by the neck just now, can't take their eyes off the silent execution ground .

And the most damning thing is that they insisted that the organizer send the superhuman to the stage, and then let themselves see this scene!

Most of the audience covered their mouths and wanted to leave.

But the Grim Reaper in the stands easily snatched the microphone from the hands of the sweaty referee, "The champion hasn't been born yet, you shouldn't leave."

The audience stopped in their tracks.

The cold feeling that seems to be completely controlled has spread from the soles of the feet to the whole body, as if the god of death has taken root in their minds, controlling all their words, deeds, behaviors and even thoughts, only awe from the bottom of their hearts, and then... …obey.

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Akutagawa Ryunosuke was panting deeply, as if he was being held down in a pool of suffocation and was about to die, when his eyes began to turn black, he suddenly breathed in a big mouthful of air so quickly that tears were about to flow down in pain.

The man had already pushed open the door of their semi-open viewing booth, followed by the person in charge of the venue with a cloudy expression, and the armed bodyguards who seemed to be able to draw their guns at any time but had obviously lost their fighting spirit.

"Mr. Akutagawa, the competition is over." The man was still wearing a mask of bamboo shoots—even though many high-ranking officials would probably list bamboo shoots as their lifelong enemy afterward, "We are the champions, and the task has been completed."

"Cough, cough, cough..." Akutagawa held his body, his thin body seemed to be broken here, coughing violently, tears flowed out together with the blood from his throat.

"You really need to check your lungs carefully." Bamboo shoot salt pulled the black dog boy who was too slender and short compared to him, who was 1.8 meters five, from the ground, and pressed the other person's embarrassed face on his own like a child On the right side of the chest, "Sorry, I have to send Mr. Akutagawa back."

The person in charge boldly asked, "Are you going to send the prize to the port mafia later?"

"No need, send him back to his own home—to live well."

"Yes... yes, of course." The person in charge lowered his head trembling as if he had seen a scourge.

Bamboo shoots salt...

Tsk, I forgot to turn off the mental pollution skill.

-

On the first day of the official work of Herbal Salt, Mori Ogai almost acted sad and thanked on the spot.

It has to be said that the other party is planning to directly destroy that immovable underground martial arts arena!

Although everyone knows that the fighting arena exists to find another way to eliminate those new supernatural beings... But this head is coming from the port mafia, which makes Mori very bald.

Mori Ogai looked at the poorly made rubber bamboo shoot on the desk, and felt that he might not want to eat bamboo shoots for a long time.

Sen Hei Mao was silent for a long time in sorrow, and then opened his mouth quietly, staring at the culprit resentfully, "Mr. Caoben, do you have any solution? I don't want the whole organization to be against the embassy...you are here In front of so many people above..."

"Impulse."

Mori Ogai doesn't need a reason, he just needs - "What's the solution?"

"Then how many days shall I hide in the Imperial Pillar Pagoda?"

Mori Ogai's handsome face darkened.

The words of herbal salt are like saying "You can't cover me, there are other bosses who can cover me".

No one likes to hear parents talking about other people's children after returning home, and no parent would like children talking about other people's parents. Of course, no boss would like important subordinates to talk about other people's bosses.

Mori Ogai's gaze was like a knife, "Kaomoto-kun, do you think I can come back after going to the Pillar Tower?"

"Yes, we can... However, we can also throw the blame on others."

Mori Ogai was immediately interested, "Oh? How do you dump it?"

"Boss, you mean to take out the organization, so as long as I am not a member of the organization." Herb Salt boldly showed her professionalism in fake wine for her new boss, "I can go to the academy next Let’s hide in the city for a while, and say it’s just a short burst of their newly developed abilities.”

Mori Ogai...

Mori Ogai smiled deeply and kindly, "What is that?"

"Is it a kind of medicine that can prompt the supernatural powers to suddenly burst into magical power?"

Mori Ogai gritted his teeth for the hateful behavior of lying to this person, not writing drafts, running away and not wanting his wife, "Where's the medicine?"

Herbal Salt is calm and confident "It should be easy to develop!"

Mori Ogai...

Mori Ogai...

Mori Hei Mao co-authored your old saying, isn't this a random fabrication, but a drug development preview!