If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon

Chapter 143
The long black hair fell down from the pale and miserable mask. The mask had scarlet lips and sharp iron-black teeth. It was a painting of an ancient Japanese official who held power and was bloodthirsty and violent.The bright lights sprinkled like dew from the ceiling, illuminating every detail of the mask, and the corners and gaps were tightly stitched against every inch of the old man's skin, as if it was born on it. The face of a smiling prince is the face he was born with.

The sound of the clapper, the rustling sound of the clapper, is ethereal, monotonous, without any rhythm, but it goes straight to the heart. Every strike brings about the resonance of the air, and the eardrum, scalp, and even the deep bones dance with the sound of the clapper. , Trembling.

The lights in the depths of the corridor were quietly turned off, and when the incandescent lights came on again, the old man Gongqing had already moved tens of meters forward out of thin air, and the hem of Kurobaori's clothes fell quietly, as if he had not moved at all.

The lights are dark and the lights are bright.

From the light to the depths of the corridor, he gradually approached the lobby of the casino. He sneaked in the dark, approaching step by step, and the smiling face of Gongqing became more and more grotesque and terrifying.

In the casino, Lin Nian watched the old man Gongqing move forward strangely, without any movement or reaction, the monotonous sound of clappers shook the water ripples in the glass, everyone fell into silence, as if behind the curtain Watching a shocking Noh performance, breathing too loudly at this time seems to be a kind of desecration of the solemn repertoire.

The last sound of the sound of clappers was clear and penetrating, shaking insects and birds in the mountains. When a light at the exit of the corridor suddenly went out, there was no light for half a minute. The haunted house is generally dead silent, and even in the silence of the mountains, only the white noise of water flowing and leaves shaking can be heard.

In the darkness, Lin Nian raised his head.

The current surged through the tungsten wire and instantly heated up to 2000 degrees Celsius. The dazzling light poured down like a waterfall to illuminate the entire casino. Everyone subconsciously raised their hands to cover their eyes to adapt to the light. However, Lin Nian and Okubo Ryoichi remained motionless and looked closely at each other. Stare at the tall shadow in front of you.

The old man Gongqing stood like a mountain in front of the two of them, to be more precise, Lin Nian. He looked down at the boy from a high position. The black shadow cast on Lin Nian's body was like an invisible black hand covering every inch of his skin from head to toe. They were all held in their hands and slowly tightened and clenched, as if they were about to greedily squeeze out a pool of blood.

Lin Nianyang looked at this Gongqing mask, his eyes were like torches, as if he wanted to pierce through every inch of flesh behind him, but the pale mask swallowed all his curiosity, exploration and desire like light absorption, and he couldn't expect it He spat back the slightest bit of dross in pity.

What an abyss-like monster.

At first, Sakurai Kogure, who was prostrate on the ground, appeared behind the old man at some point, with his head drooping and his lips hanging in a smile.

"My lord," she said in awe.

Lin Nian's heart sank slightly when he heard Sakurai Kogure addressing the old man Gongqing. "Mianxia" is the honorific title for the highest god among the 800 million gods in Japan, such as the servants of the Vatican for the top priests The same is true of the title of the Pope, as well as 'His Holiness the Pope'.

There are probably only a few people among the ghosts who can get such an honor.

Fierce ghosts, the supreme leader, the one who holds supreme authority

——General Wang.

"Men, women, gamblers, money, lust, corruption, life."

The old man Gongqing opened his hands, his voice climbed step by step from the slump of 'man' until it suddenly reached the highest state of 'life', the black feather suddenly raised like a big wing, casting a huge shadow covering the body Everything in front of him, from head to toe, put Lin Nian in front of him in darkness.

Lin Nian turned his head to the side, looking directly at the ferocious and terrifying face.

".what a night!"

After a long time, with a slow exhalation, white puffs spit out from the black fangs of the Noh mask, and the voice that climbed to the top leaked down, making people feel his satisfaction, joy and unsatisfactory.

The depressing and terrifying appearance like a ghost, and the exaggerated and vivid acting skills like an actor.

Lin Nian looked at the old man carefully - it was not difficult for him to guess that it was an old man, even if he didn't listen to the hoarse voice of the vicissitudes of life, the smell of old age and decay that permeated from under the black feather would be One can know that the person under the mask must be a 'ghost' who has struggled and crawled out of the sea of ​​corpses and blood for a long time.

Just the first time we met, the leader of the fierce ghosts, known as the king, the man behind the scenes who ordered all followers to die, covered his body with several layers of impenetrable screens, making it difficult for people to penetrate the essence of his madness.

The years and life of this extremely dangerous person have left too many terrifying knife marks on his body, which are used to warn anyone who intends to approach him, showing how ferocious and terrifying this person is, but he Cunningly put on the mask of Gongqing, hiding everything about himself in the darkness under the mask, like a ghost fish in the deep ocean, hanging bright lanterns to attract ignorant fry to rush into his fangs The teeth were swallowed into the bottomless throat.

"I thought the general of the fierce ghosts would be a wise man," Lin Nian said.

"No one likes to talk to a wise man, they are like monsters with a smile without showing their teeth, lurking in the world, everyone knows that they will open their mouths and show their fangs and become a monster, so they will be alienated and afraid "General Wang folded his arms, turned around and walked towards the gambling table in a sudden, his steps were steady and every step fell like a nail, making people feel the 'weight' that cannot be underestimated hidden under the black feather fabric:" But if you choose to be an actor, fangs and sharp teeth become your daily repertoire, then when you indulge in madness and choose people to eat, your prey will not escape, but will laugh at your clearly visible mouthpiece. "

Wang Jiang stood behind the female croupier, he stretched out his hands to caress her arms, and gently and forcefully invited her away from the gaming table: "I heard that you want to see me, Lin Nian."

"It's really the villain who sued first." Lin Qingnian said, he sat down in front of the gaming table, and there were no other people waiting in the entire casino at this time, and the armed men in black bowed their heads and half knelt at the gaming table like a pilgrimage Surrounding him, the gambling table where he and the king sat was wrapped in a semicircle, like an altar built with flesh and blood, and the only thing left was to clasp his hands and pray devoutly.

Dull, solemn, solemn.

The flashy atmosphere of the Bliss Pavilion was swept away, and the old man, king of gold, silver and wealth, was like a spring of blood that opened an artery. The scarlet and viscous blood eroded and swallowed the entire Jinshan Mountain, and it was full of coquettish rituals as far as the eye could see. the red.

The rhythm of everything fell into his hands, connecting everyone like an invisible thread, allowing him to play with it.

The king's gaze on the table suddenly shifted from Lin Nian's body to the right, where another young man's eyes were focused on him like fire, his eyes were scorching hot as if they were about to burn, and he was about to take off Gongqing's mask. Afterwards, the old man tore apart and swallowed bit by bit with his teeth, burning his bones and ashes together with himself.

"Mr. Liangyi." General Wang said, "Why don't you sit down with Mr. Lin and have a long talk by candlelight?"

Ryoichi suddenly moved, he rushed to the gaming table, grabbed the loaded pistol on the table, leaped over the gaming table, grabbed Wang Jiang's black feathered fabric and pulled it to the center of the gaming table, the muzzle of the gun firmly pressed against Gongqing's mask. Among the fangs and sharp teeth, face to face, forehead to forehead, and red eyes.

But the next moment, a dagger also flowed towards Ryoichi's neck like autumn water pouring down a river. It was Sakurai Kogure who was serving by Wang Jiang's side. The dagger was hidden in her cuff. A faster blade pierced straight in front of Ryoichi's neck, and when the blades hit each other, scorching sparks burst out and splashed on the cheeks of Wang Jiang and Ryoichi, but the two still stared at each other, one smiling, the other Those who are cold and angry.

(End of this chapter)