After becoming a blood clan, he did everything possible to seek death

Oni Wu Tsuji Mumi seems to be watching a drama full of grotesque flavors.

He was sitting in a flying helicopter, and the wind messed up his hair, occasionally blocking his eyes that seemed to see everything through.

The Ghost King's hand covered the hat that he seemed to rarely leave his body to prevent it from being blown away by the wind. He lowered his eyes to look at the shadow on the ground. Seeing no one responded to him, the smile faded away again, and gradually He turned back to his expressionless face.

"Humans are cunning creatures. They rot from the root, so greed, ignorance, ignorance, and weakness have always been used on humans from ancient times to the present. In their short and insignificant life, no one I can count how many lies they have created, how many despicable methods they have used, and how many people can be called clean."

His voice was faintly heard over the roar of the propellers, but the two vampires present could catch his every syllable with perfect hearing.

"I still can't understand, Ozzy, the ancestor of the blood race, who is known as the last heir of the darkness, why you are optimistic about such a low-quality plaything for an infinite time."

"In your eyes, shouldn't human beings be just an existence equivalent to ants?"

Ghost Mai Tsuji seemed to be really puzzled by this question, so he stagnated in mid-air extremely patiently, without making any next move for a long time, quietly waiting for Ozzy's reply, hoping to be able to respond at the last moment in his opinion. get an answer.

Osamu Dazai leaned on the railing of the balcony with his arms folded, eyes half closed, smiling lazily and without any emotion.

He also seemed amazed by a vampire as unique as Oz.

After all, liking human beings and the world, no matter which one is, cannot make Osamu Dazai empathize with him.

At least he didn't think so.

"You like people?" he asked.

Ozzy responded to Dazai's question.He glanced at the guy next to him who had nothing to do with him, and there seemed to be some dissatisfaction and complaints in his eyes.

He replied, "Yes, what's the problem?"

Dazai Osamu burst out laughing, and didn't ask Ozzy the reason. He just sighed with emotion, "It seems that being a human being makes you like it a little bit more", and he started to think about something with his chin resting on his hands.

Apparently Onimai Tsuji also began to realize that he might not be able to get the answer from Ozzy's mouth. He shrugged his shoulders, sighed in a deliberately exaggerated tone of regret, and then took off his hat and held it in his hand.

"I originally wanted to give you one, it is very suitable for a gentleman like you," he said, with a twinkle in his eyes, "it's a pity that it can only be given to friends."

Wu Mi stretched out his hand from the cockpit, let go in full view of everyone, and let the hat be sucked into the propeller by the strong wind and smashed to pieces.

Small fragments scattered around the helicopter like snowflakes, and the more intense roar from a distance seemed to lift a huge curtain, accompanied by fireworks falling onto the stage. .

The whole of Yokohama has become his stage, the horizon of the sea, the towering barbed wire erected at some time in the neighboring neighboring cities, and the soldiers with weapons who are vigilantly watching the direction of Yokohama, they form a dividing line, dividing the performance area. It is clearly divided from the auditorium.

No one knows when the smoke and dust on the stage will spread to the auditorium.

The roars of the monsters came from all directions, and they rushed towards the direction of Oniwu Tsujimumi like a tide. They were neatly organized and creepy, and every roar screamed for fighting and blood.

It's not to follow the ghost king who gave them a "second life", it's just for the survivors who were sheltered in Yokohama port.

Ghost hunting and killing people is just a hunting instinct.

Those monsters were just wandering the streets of no-man’s land, but suddenly ran wildly, broke out of the closed windows of the house, broke away from the pile of unburned wood buried on their bodies, or turned their eyes to a certain place at that moment. Direction, crashing into the transparent glass at the moment of human fright, bloody and ignorant.

They have nothing to do with human's joy, and naturally they don't care about human's sorrow. Hunting is just a natural instinct. This instinct only slowly pushes them forward at the beginning, but when they are pushed by something, they become crazy.

Unknown fluctuations enveloped the monsters. It formed a circle above Yokohama that was invisible to the naked eye, and then stretched out countless tentacles to pierce the monsters' brains, leading them to madness quickly.

This change, which is undetectable to humans, was only discovered by two vampires and the ghost king.

It came so suddenly and so fast that even Guiwu Tsuji Wuchan didn't expect it.

Those tentacles got tangled together, and then circled around the Ghost King's body.

The humans on the helicopter were also affected by it, and the flight trajectory became chaotic. It was not until the ghost Wuji Tsuji soared into the air under the action of the tentacles that the helicopter completely lost its function and fell on a tall building, blooming a dazzling light. fireworks.

"However, human beings still have a role." The condescending ghost king regarded himself as a god, and he raised his hands, enjoying the power that belonged to him at the beginning. "Humans have souls."

"And the soul contains powerful energy."

In the deep forest, thousands of birds soared, and the sound of huge flapping wings shook the entire mountain peak. The human beings hiding in it huddled in the corner of the cave. They didn't even dare to light the lamp in the dark, and they closed their eyes in despair.

The human army, which had been recuperating all the time, finally started to counterattack at this moment. Before the scientists could interpret the group of monsters in a short time, they showed their weapons.

Most of the surviving people were secretly transferred underground by the Yokohama government/government or a combination of civil forces. It was an air-raid shelter built a long time ago to prevent aerial bombardment and even atomic bombs. No one had it Think of them as having a chance to be opened in peaceful times.

It was crowded, wet, and there was not enough food and water, but it was hidden enough to allow human beings to gain a chance of survival for a short time.

A small number of humans were placed within the sphere of influence of the port mafia.There are not many of them, but they are all people with supernatural powers capable of fighting.

It's a battle between powers, hot weapons, and monsters.

When the ghost was about to fall on a human with a straight back, a burst of light burst out from the human body, and the light took the shape of a human being. It was a little girl in a red dress, her eyes were full of blood, and the ghost With one foot, it swept far away from humans.

When she was about to rush up to kill the ghost, a long knife fell from the sky and pierced the ghost's head.The liquid soaked on the blade quickly melted the ghost's entire body.

Another visitor walked to the side of the long knife, took out a small bottle of purple liquid from his wide sleeve, and threw it in front of the humans.

Fukuzawa Yukichi: "You're welcome."

Mori Ogai raised his eyebrows, looked at the ghost whose hands and feet had been pinned with a scalpel, gave a "tsk", and took the bottle of liquid.

"Mr. Oz?"

"Well," Fukuzawa Yukichi pulled the knife from the ground. The ghost's body had been corroded and turned into a handful of ashes. "Some kind of liquid made from flowers is very useful."

Mori Ogai dipped a little bit on his fingertips, then smeared it on the scalpel he took out from somewhere, squinted his eyes and gestured, and threw it at Fukuzawa Yukichi who didn't blink.

The ghost that was hit let out a painful roar from its throat, and then turned into flying ash before falling to the ground.

The two of them looked at each other.

"It does work."

"Ah."

Then act together to stain the land with more ash.

In addition to those with supernatural powers, the military also got liquid made from wisteria flowers, and their thermal weapons were smeared all over, even the sights were no exception.The ghosts pointed at by the gun/muzzle were instinctively afraid of the ominous smell, but under the action of instinct, they rushed towards humans.

So ugly, batches of monsters fell down.

This scene that can be described as "Xing Xing Xiang Rong" naturally fell into the eyes of the ghost king.

He watched with great interest the various actions of human beings, and watched the ants that should have been left huddled together and gathered into a small island, trying to use this method to survive the deadly flood.

"What a moving picture, united and fighting for tomorrow," the ghost king's expression was full of hypocritical sympathy and sorrow, he applauded, but his eyes were dismissive, "but what they finally faced was fear, despair, and death."

"You gave them useless hope, Ozzy, they should have died silently, but because of your existence, they were forced to struggle, forced to open their eyes to the arrival of darkness, forced to experience this period of unnecessary pain , "The ghost king changed the subject and sneered, "It's all your fault, don't forget these."

People have indeed kindled hope. The human legion resisted the attack of zombies one after another. Although they suffered casualties, it is undeniable that their resistance was effective.

But bullets, knives, and wisteria flowers are always used up, and people are not machines that can run tirelessly.

And ghosts can increase infinitely under the infection of the ghost king.

Therefore, human beings will eventually face decadence and the end of death.

"You deceived them, human beings would listen to the words of a different kind, it is really stupid."

"Enough." Oz frowned and interrupted Wu Mi's words.

Simultaneously with his voice, there was also the violent wind that suddenly stopped and exploded.

The wind swept up the ruins and dust on the ground, forming a huge tornado, and arrogantly sealed the ghost king in it.

At some point, a ray of light appeared on the ground to illuminate the night. It formed a circle around the area where Oni Wu Tsuji was located, and then the circle of light extended upwards to form a column, completely surrounding Oni Wu Tsuji. When he got up, it was like a cage made of the sun.

It's magic.

Ozzy raised his head, and the wind was blowing all around him.

He and Osamu Dazai looked at each other, before Dazai could speak, he jumped up against the wind.

As long as it is far enough away from you, it will not go to the end of the story where you are killed and make you miserable.Oz thought so.

He turned his gaze to Ghost Mai Tsuji.

"Do you know why villains die so quickly?"