After the Kanguimaru flew away, Xianichiro passed the Ghost Buddha and directly arrived at the secret Buddhist temple at the deepest part of Hirata's mansion.

The scene has not yet completely changed, and the incompatible spicy wisteria fragrance and rotten bloody smell have rushed into his nose.

Following closely behind are all kinds of meaningless moans and wails, which sound like beasts praying for the hunter's mercy.

For a moment, Xian Yiro thought he had come to Yanan.

Soon, the brief darkness completely disappeared during the Buddha's ferry. The underground Buddhist temple was bright and everything came into view.

Opposite the huge Buddha statue, an iron cage reflecting bright lights (yes, for some reason, Hirata's mansion was powered) was placed next to the wall. The five arrested supernatural ghosts were shivering in the corner of the cage, like slaves whose spines were broken, one by one, hugging each other to keep warm.

Apart from the wisteria flower liquid that was steaming outside the cage, they were obviously afraid of something else.

For example, the owner here, Dao Ce.

"Is it Lord Xianichiro? Please wait a moment."

The partner of the previous life, Daoce, the inventor of Bian Ruozha and the Red Ghost, was standing by a row of high wooden beds and busy, saying hello to Shinichiro without looking back. It was obviously at a critical moment of research.

However, when his ethereal sound of chanting Buddha's name sounded between the walls and the corridor columns, both the human experiments on the wooden bed and the supernatural ghosts in the cage were instinctively trembling.

The past night, I believe Daoce caused them a lot of mental trauma.

"Save me! Please save me!"

A man on a wooden bed suddenly cried loudly.

He seemed to think that Xian Ichiro was a child, so he would feel compassion for him, and cried in tears: "This guy is not a human! He is an evil ghost! He is worse than an evil ghost!"

"Save me! Or kill me! I don't want to stay here anymore!"

"Please! Save me! Save me!"

The man's body struggled violently, like a fish that was knocked but not killed.

He had only a blood-stained crotch on his body, and his limbs and neck were tightly wrapped by iron rings. He could do nothing except adding a few worn wounds to his joints.

Several ghosts in the cage heard the man's crying and shot out a few gazes sinisterly, obviously agreeing with the human statement.

The strange man who covered his face and tortured them all night was simply terrifying than a ghost.

Just look at the "meat paste" on the wooden bed at the edge, and it can also be proved by the mixture of wisteria flowers and human blood in their stomachs.

Have you ever seen ghosts melt and get diarrhea?

They've seen it.

At this time, both humans and ghosts were already exhausted, so they didn't feel at all rebellious. I just hope that today would be a little better than last night.

"..."

Looking at the dead ghosts and the violently trembling humans, Xian Ichiro unconsciously lowered his eyebrows.

Last night, Sase Nobui, with Ranba and Thunderdog, he washed away the headquarter of the tester in Tokyo, a hotel in a semi-busy area, leaving only the store as "eyewitnesses" to answer the questions of foreign journalists who followed closely behind.

After all, no matter whether it is the chaotic or the lonely shadow crowd, they don’t look like humans after wearing uniforms.

Among them, those descendants of warriors who were not skilled in swordsmanship and were not strong enough were directly killed on the spot.

Only these guys in front of him, given their heroic performance when resisting the riot, were brought back by Shin Sase as a test subject, which was considered a reward for passing the test.

According to Shinichiro's simple understanding, the stronger the human being, the better the ability to accept ghost blood. Therefore, these people will survive. Of course, they may wish they died now.

Xian Yiro glanced at the wooden beds, and a cold indifference appeared in his eyes, and he didn't care about their lives.

These sword testers always remind him of the tragedy of his parents, brothers and sisters, and are nothing more than warrior scum who specializes in attacking those who are unable to resist.

Even the Butterfly Ninja has a murderous intention towards them, let alone Xian Yiro, who has no sense of belonging to humans.

"Let him whisper."

With Xian Yilang's order, a monk from Xianfeng Temple lowered his arms and walked out of the recording table. Without saying a word, he slapped the man's mouth.

That's an iron palm that can hardly flick the wedge ball!

Although the man's lips were intact, the teeth below were cracked. He could only shut his mouth to prevent the sharp edges from being swallowed by himself.

If he accidentally cuts his throat or something, the pain will be enough to make him despair - he may not be able to achieve his goal of committing suicide.

After doing all this, the research monk calmly went back to write a record report, but this flowing movement was so skillful that it was so frustrating.

"Where does this come from the monk..."

A ghost complained in a low voice, and the others felt deeply the same.

Although the monks at Xianfeng Temple are monks, they have long stopped worshiping the Buddha, but instead worshipped the cherry dragon.

Under the temptation of immortality, they had long since lost even a little compassion. Whether it was the Bian Ruo Yuzi experiment or the transformation of the centipede, they were even more bloody than what they did in front of them.

Xianichiro shook his head and temporarily expelled his disgust towards Xianfeng Temple and his conscience.

[They are mine now.]

【I am not much better than them.】

After figuring out those things, Xianichiro came to Daoce quietly and found that the descendant of the imperial sword tester who was lying on this wooden bed was the last time in Arakawa District, where he was almost killed by a butterfly horny: Yamada.

It was him who contributed the Emperor's Sword that could make a big fuss to Xianichiro; it was him who betrayed all the fellow sword testers and a large amount of "customers" information.

Now he was staring at the ceiling with a blank look, looking like he was slaughtering his life, and his nose, which was broken by the butterfly, collapsed on his face crookedly.

Daoce was stabbing a needle into his carotid artery and slowly pushed the dark red liquid from the syringe into it.

Xianichiro remembers that the original Ghost King Blood he brought from the tiring was a bright red that was more beautiful than wine.

So Daoce injected should be the blood that has been transformed by the system, and the dose is about five or six drops.

Although he received the modified Ghost King blood from killing the first ghost, Xianichiro has never tried its specific use, worried about any unpredictable consequences.

However, now researchers have sufficient research materials and samples to be studied, so naturally there are fewer concerns.

【I just don't know what effect will be...】

Just as Yeniichiro developed a strong curiosity, Yamada's originally numb expression suddenly changed!

The modified Ghost King blood has an effect!

Yamada's scattered pupils became smaller and smaller until they narrowed to small dots like pinholes, and the iris faded into a beast-like amber color. The collapsed nose was visible to the naked eye and many folds were added out of thin air, like an angry wolf.

Then, the blood vessels around him suddenly bulged out in an exaggerated way, and the original blue-purple veins could be seen to be terrifyingly dark, and the slender body hair quickly became thick and thick, covering the blue-gray skin like animal fur, which seemed to be infected with the animal-like disease in "The Curse of Blood".

A sound thicker than a lion and tiger exploded from his throat. The muscles in his limbs, torso and neck were visible to the naked eye, squeezed into five iron rings that used to confine him!

"He finally turned into a ghost!"

Daoce's two eyes exposed outside bloomed with strange lights, "I didn't collapse this time! Finally there was a successful example!"

Xianyiro suddenly understood what was going on with the meat paste there, most of which was a product that failed to transform into ghosts.

However, Yamada's body swelling was not over yet, and the overwhelmed iron rings were still unable to hold on, and were directly broken by the hard muscles!

Yamada broke free from the shackles!

"This is...what is this! This power..."

He reached out and pinched the iron ring into pieces easily. The crunching sound and powerful grip made him feel unprecedented confidence.

Being able to break the steel, it is obvious that his physical fitness has long surpassed that of ordinary humans.

He is more than ten times stronger than himself!

Although I don't know what the terrible masked man did to his body, it was definitely an unexpected good thing!

Then, Yamada's sinister and cruel eyes immediately looked at Xian Ichiro beside the bed.

He still remembered that it was this little devil who destroyed their business on that path and caused him to suffer all kinds of inhuman torture for a while.

Although he looks much taller, he will not admit his mistake!

"Very good! Let's start with you!"

Next, the short woman who broke the bridge of his nose!

He wanted to fold that woman into eight pieces! He smashed her into meat paste! Only then could he let out this anger!

Yamada waved his strong forehead and right arm, and a sharp bone spur squeezed out from the bottom of his forearm like a mantis's folding knife, like a wide Western knight sword, stabbing straight towards Xianichiro!

"careful!"

Daoce immediately raised his voice.

But for some reason, Xianichiro did not mean to resist or avoid it.

On the contrary, Xian Ichiro suddenly showed a sudden look of enlightenment, and stood there as if he was in a daze.

Seeing this, Daoce immediately planned to use Xianfeng Temple's boxing technique to deflect Yamada's attack...

But at this moment, Yamada's right hand was stuck in place without warning like a tightened horse.

The blood-stained bone spur stopped less than ten centimeters in front of Xianichiro, and could no longer move forward half an inch, as if the pause button was pressed.

The same thing stopped was Yamada's entire body. He kept getting up from the bed, like a statue with an exaggerated shape.

The confidence that had never been expanded a few seconds ago was instantly replaced by endless fear.
To be continued...