Dragon Clan: Dragon Slayer Wizard, professional dragon slayer

Chapter 68 The ghost king passes away (please read it later)
After Mammon left, Long Kui stood in the middle of the bustling casino, looking around at the lively environment out of place.

It has to be said that this kind of place that captures the weakness of human beings is indeed the Golden Cave.

In just a few minutes, Long Kui had already seen various aspects of life on many people's faces.

Some people were so elated when they won money that they laughed loudly with the bunny girl in their arms. Some people lost so much that they lost all their money and knelt on the ground in despair, their eyes dull.

But... these are not the end. People who are complacent will become lost in the next second, and people who are lost will completely fall into despair.

In this game called "Sex Gambling", no one is the winner, except... this "Bliss Hall".

Long Kui walked aimlessly through this Vanity Fair, and the famous sword [Nagaso Yako Tetsu] slung around his waist trembled slightly with the movement, as if he was mourning for these walking corpses who had given their bodies and minds to the devil.

When I came to the Pachinko area, I looked at the men carrying two packs of cigarettes, holding boxes of small steel balls exchanged for money, sitting in front of the machine and squeezing the thighs of the girls in their arms, with eyes filled with tears. Staring at the screen with bloodshot eyes, intending to "win the day" in front of the computer-controlled machine.

Long Kui looked at these whimsical middle-aged people with unknown expressions hidden under their fox-patterned masks.

Feel sad for them? No, this is what good people think.

And he, Long Kui, has never been a "good person" in a broad sense. He only thinks that these people deserve it and they deserve this life of poverty.

Gambling is already stupid, but even more stupid than gambling is gambling with machines.

Walking through the pachinko area with an expressionless face, Long Kui came to the traditional casino area he was most familiar with.

The entertainment items here are classic "old-fashioned games", Pai Gow, Texas Hold'em, Blackjack... Games with simple rules and well-known games are blooming on the card tables.

A real blood transfusion to this sinful place.

Pachinko is just entertainment. If you really want to experience all aspects of life in one second, you have to get on this train to hell.

From the moment he entered this area, Long Kui could hear all kinds of desperate sounds every second.

Screams came and went, and the howls were even louder.

The more he looked at it, the more he felt disgusted with this place. At the same time, Long Kui was also very curious about what kind of devil could build such a "Pansi Cave".

Paradise Hall? It’s just the cave of desire.

Before he knew it, he had crossed most of the gambling area and was walking step by step towards the darker depths of the Paradise Pavilion.

Gradually, the painful sounds of the people trapped in the quagmire behind them disappeared, replaced by absolute silence.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, only a small frame of lively light remained behind him, and Long Kui continued to walk forward in the endless darkness.

After a while, he came to the end, where there was a wall carved with an ukiyo-e of a fierce ghost. On it, two Chinese characters were engraved:

Ghost Road.

After Long Kui read this word, his eyes couldn't help but focus.

Although I don’t understand the meaning of this word here, but looking at these two words alone, it doesn’t seem to be a good place...

Then his eyes slowly moved downward, and a ray of golden light passed through the eyes of the fox pattern mask, slightly illuminating the wall in front of him.

On the slightly ancient copper wall, a pair of fanged evil spirits opened their bloody mouths. Below them were devout believers with human bodies and snake tails, walking towards the evil ghost's mouth one after another.

It's like falling into a trap.

The entire mural looks extremely weird.

But these are not the most attractive places for Long Kui. There are even more horrifying things on the murals. Blood, dripping fresh blood, is like a splashing sky, completely making this "Fierce Ghost Cannibal" picture particularly bewitching.

The bronze walls, which were about four meters wide and ten meters high, were all evenly smeared with bright red blood. How many people would have to be killed to get them together?
What's even more strange is that even with Long Kui's keen sense of smell, he can't smell the slightest trace of blood from one meter away.

Logically speaking, he could smell such a strong blood wall smell from a radius of ten miles away.

But the strange thing is that Long Kui could smell the faint smell only when he put his nose close to the bronze wall.

"It's strange, I suddenly caught a cold?" He couldn't help but frowned, having a little doubt about his sense of smell.

"The Picture of the Ghost King's Rebirth means the story of the Ghost King returning from hell and leading his followers to eternal life."

At this moment, a clear male voice came from behind like a mist.

Then a slender hand that was so white that it was bloodless was about to fall on Long Kui's shoulder, and was instantly grabbed by another hand with a hint of blue.

"Didn't anyone teach you not to suddenly tap someone on the shoulder from behind?" Long Kui said calmly, holding the wrist that was even more delicate than a woman's skin.

"Sorry, I'm an orphan." The weakened man behind him smiled lightly, feeling the palm like a steel pliers, and replied calmly.

Long Kui gently flicked the opponent's arm, and then slowly turned around.

Under the dim light, a young man wearing a blood-red kimono, with long black hair and handsome features appeared in front of him.

Yes, he looks like a young man, but I don’t know how old he is.

The man rolled over the wrist that had just been grabbed. There was no trace of concern on his handsome face, and he still had a clean smile. He walked to Long Kui's side with bent eyes and stood side by side with him.

"There is a more interesting version of this painting." The long-haired man raised his lips slightly and looked up at the huge bronze mural:
"The sealed ghost king bewitches devout believers, asking them to voluntarily sacrifice themselves for him, and then return from hell with raging fire, and the flesh and blood of those believers are buried in the body of the ghost king, turning into his bones and blood, and together they reach the goal of into the realm of eternal life.”

"It doesn't sound like a bedtime story that can be told to children." Long Kui touched the handle of the long knife at his waist with one hand and spoke softly like a ghost-killing warrior.

"This is not a place for an ordinary child to come." The man looked sideways at Long Kui and showed a clean smile.

A wisp of cold wind came from nowhere, and Long Kui's plain white kimono fluttered silently twice.

Just when both sides were speechless, a rapid scream suddenly came from his mind:

"Ah ah ah! Kui, come and save me, meow! There are so many monsters!!"

Mammon's voice.

Long Kui's eyes immediately became sharp.

As if sensing the change in the other person's breath, the man held the dark red knife handle at his waist, put the index finger of one hand on his lips, and said softly:

"Guest, you should turn around and walk towards the back now. This is a ghost path, not a place where living people should come."

Long Kui raised his head and looked at the man who looked like a girl in front of him through the white fox pattern mask, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised:
"What if I say...choose to go down?"

"Down?" After the man heard this sentence, he couldn't help but be startled.

Before he could react, he saw blazing molten flames rising in Long Kui's eyes, and a red dragon flame suddenly rose in the darkness. With the gentle tap of the clogs on his feet, the floor beneath their feet suddenly appeared. A series of irregular cracks.

The next second, golden red molten flames like earth fire spurted out from the cracks!

(End of this chapter)