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Chapter 241
Kirishima Dong Xiang called out the other party's name in horror, and the only remaining carnivorous brother, the leader of the 'restaurant', was also a famous figure among the brothers.
Causing this group of guys...also eats the same kind. They even believe that as long as they eat enough of their own kind, they will become more powerful.
He used to be the head of the restaurant with Gluttony, but since Glutton was wiped out by the Dead Squad in February last year, Restaurant and Gourmet have disappeared for a long time.
"It's really flattering that our great Son of Blood actually knows his name."
Jiu Duo gracefully bowed to Kirishima Dong Xiang, took a half step back and let go. Behind him were four dangerous high-level carnivorous brothers who were blocking the door.
"Come, noble Son of Blood. You, it's time to go home."
"What's the matter? You..."
Jin Mu, who rushed out to see what was going on, was instantly turned into a blood-colored tentacle as sharp as Tetsuo Shima's twisted tentacles in "Akira" by a carnivorous brother behind the old man. It penetrated Jinmu's chest and nailed him to the wall!
The pain in his chest and the blood that spewed from his throat made him confused in the pain, and in front of him, a face that was not 'familiar' said with a cold smile.
"The last revenge hasn't been avenged yet, little guy. After we go back, we'll settle accounts slowly..."
Kaneki raised his head tremblingly, that face undoubtedly belonged to a 'gecko'. This guy who was originally an undercover like him looked at himself with a cold and morbid smile.
"you…"
Before he finished speaking, his chin and limbs were cut off by the gecko neatly, and the extreme pain made him faint. As for the old man, he grabbed the screaming Kirishima Dong Xiang by the shoulders and smiled kindly.
"Come on, Your Honorable Holy Son."
"Let's go home, let's create a new era together..."
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An incredible piece of news spreads among the powerful circles of the neon upper classes.
Bliss Hall, reopened.
For these high-level elites who have tasted countless bliss in the world, the existence of the bliss hall can also be said to be a place with unique and important entertainment.
Because here, no matter how exaggerated the wish can be realized. Spend the night with the female star of a popular TV show, dine with the Prime Minister, or vice versa.
These are still relatively decent wishes, unknown ones, such as bringing a few immature young girls from Thailand to transport them for themselves... In short, this bliss hall is just like his name, the ultimate pleasure, the ultimate depravity .
But although the wish is good, the price required to fulfill the wish is naturally not light.
Money, power, or whatever, as long as you can come up with something of value, Bliss Hall will fulfill your exaggerated wishes.
Even if you have nothing, you can sell your 'soul' at the Bliss Hall.
Yes, a large part of the reason why this giant casino is worshipped by so many dignitaries is that it seems that it can really exchange 'souls'
I don’t know how many people who lost their homes, or suffered a huge blow in their lives and so they could not recover, stepped into the Bliss Hall in desperation, and exchanged the only valuable things on their bodies.
And Bliss Hall is also very dedicated to complete the conditions of exchanging souls, or killing, or wealth, or power, or women...
But all of this vanished with a fire more than two years ago.
The existence of the Bliss Hall is a paradise in the eyes of countless dignitaries, but in the eyes of more people, this city of sin that seems to show that human desires have no bottom line is something that can’t be seen.
As a result, the Bliss Hall was destroyed.
It is the ruler in the shadow of the neon who is responsible for annihilating it. Only a few upper-level people know about it, the giant claw called Sheqi Bajia.
Although it is a triad, and although half of them are wanted by the government, the power of the eight Sheqi clans in this country is still unquestionable, almost ranking third.
The first and second are naturally the Bald Eagle and Ao Song. They can't violate the words of the two Neon's de facto relatives, and the third is Sheqi Bajia. Don't look at this ranking as a bit miserable. In most cases, when a big country does not involve the internal problems of Neon, here is what the eight schools of Sheqi say.
Some people speculate that the current Prime Minister and Xiu are behind the Sheqi Bajia, and some people speculate that Arasaka Saburo, the boss of the now powerful Arasaka Security, is also a member of the Sheqi Bajia.
But no matter what kind of speculation it is, it can't be confirmed, but one thing is certain, the Bliss Hall was destroyed in the claws of these shadows.
Because of this, the reopening of the Bliss Hall will make countless people drop their jaws.
This is without a doubt urinating on the face of Sheqi Bajia, and it is a clear provocation to one of the many forces that rule this country.
No matter who the owner behind the Bliss Hall is and what kind of power he has, he still dares to rebuild the Bliss Hall after being destroyed by the eight clans of Sheqi. Such behavior is no less than challenging the evil dragon, raising the butcher knife and laughing loudly. .
So when the Bliss Hall reopened, almost no one dared to have real guests come to spend.
At least those dignitaries will never come here, even if there are a few upstarts and ignorant guys, they will soon be persuaded back by the elders in the family or people who know the situation.
Even if they are fallen people with unlimited desires, it does not mean that they will put their lives and futures on the line for temporary pleasure.
But the Bliss Hall is still not deserted. There are still many guests here, many... guests who don't ask for anything.
Although the Bliss Pavilion was forced to cut off all the 'entertainment' projects in its hands, it only retained a pure gambling project, the gambling project of soul and money.
So today's Bliss Hall is not so much the capital of Bliss, but rather... a casino for the soul.
Pawn everything in exchange for help at the Devil's Casino.
"Congratulations, Mr. Shinaka Hideki."
The high-heeled shoes rang behind him, and the young and beautiful female manager took the arm of a decadent middle-aged office worker with a smile on her face.
The female manager was wearing a close-fitting black suit and skirt, with a towering bun, showing a slender figure and bright eyes. It is hard to imagine that such a young girl has climbed to the position of casino manager.
Her beauty is far better than those exposed dealers and waitresses, but her clothes are deliberately conservative, which makes her more attractive. Zhenzhong Hideki remembered that this woman was called Sakurai Koguro, and he also remembered why he was here.
That day, in desperation, he was sent to this casino for some unknown reason. This casino is located deep in the mountains of Osaka, like an inextinguishable demon flower.
He mortgaged his valuables, and he didn't remember what the first mortgage was. It seems to be my own pity, it seems to be my own love, and it seems to be my own family...
This casino charges them not money, but their 'soul', or rather, a 'part' of their soul.
Emotions, traits, characters, those things that exist in the soul, colorless and invisible, and things that science can't understand at all, have become the chips in this casino.
Bet your chips and put a piece of your soul on the table for that last chance to turn your life around.
Ma Zhongyingshu collapsed on the soft sofa, and just now, he won the final game.
He has lost his pity, his love, his family, and many more... The last thing he has left is his soul.
But of course, the soul that has been taken away from so many "things" cannot be as valuable as it was originally.
His surviving soul was put on the gaming table, and in the end it was only a $7 million bet.
But he relied on the last seven million dollars to swept the game with Texas Hold'em, and every hand chose Showhand like a crazy, so the chips in front of him in the end were a total of 1.2 billion US dollars!
It seems that the goddess of luck finally shines on the unlucky him. In these few games, the players with higher cards than him dare not follow him, and the players with smaller cards than him lose their fortunes.
Now, Jin Zhongyingshu can choose to take the $1.2 billion to leave the gambling table, become a billionaire and enjoy the next life happily.
Or, with these 1.2 billion US dollars, make a 'wish' to the owner of the Bliss Hall
These are the only two options in front of him, and the 'chips' that he has placed on the gambling table cannot be redeemed.
This is the rule of this mysterious casino, everything in your soul can be used as a gambling 'chip' for unimaginable money. It doesn't matter if you win, but if you lose to the casino, you can't redeem it anyway.
You only have two choices, either trade your soul for chips, take the money and leave or go to the table to gamble, and after winning the value of your soul chips, you can use the money to make a wish to the owner of the bliss hall.
Souls can be exchanged for money, but money cannot be exchanged for souls.
Of course, this wish is destined to not exceed the bargaining chip of your soul. Wishes also have boundaries, and there is no endless desire.
Zhen Zhongyingshu's lips trembled slightly, and he looked at the rich man at the opposite table who lost his soul at the bet.
He sat there, as if he was dead. At the moment when he lost his soul, his eyes lost all vigour, his hands full of gemstone rings fell, and he left with the casino staff like puppets.
"What happened to them...?"
Zhenzhong Yingshu was trembling, but he couldn't restrain his curiosity and asked
"They..." Sakurai Xiaomu looked at the lost soul, and the corners of his mouth turned up, with a slightly mocking smile.
"The fate of the losers will be very bad, and their bodies will exist as 'carriers'... Oh, Mr. Shinaka Hideki, don't talk about this, then you plan to leave with these 1.2 billion US dollars. ? Or... make a wish to us."
"You only have one chance, maybe you only have this choice in your life..."
Sakurai Xiaomu's breath was warm, and her voice was as captivating as a devil.
Zhenzhong Yingshu's eyes glowed red, and he shivered and stretched out to the black card again and again, put it down, stretched it out, put it down again.
What was tumbling in his heart was a surging flame, contentment and pleasure, or... revenge!
"I choose... make a wish!"
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chapter 44.
"Fifty years of life, compared with the sky, is nothing but a small thing. Looking at the world, it is like a dream. If you live for one time, you will enter and disappear immediately."
On the top floor of the Bliss Hall, it is like sinking into the moonlight among the cherry blossoms that are drifting against the seasons. The silhouettes of people under the moonlight sing and walk, and the sound is reminiscent of mottled ancient paintings.
He sang the most famous "Guo Sheng" by Oda Nobunaga. Many people mistakenly thought that this was the mournful song Oda Nobunaga sang when he was trapped in the Tianshou Pavilion, but he actually came from the Genpei War. Hei family samurai Ping Guo Sheng, he is the last son of Ping Jingsheng, and he is a good flute player. Ichinoya was killed by the enemy general Kumagaya Naomi during the war, and this long song is actually to commemorate this person, not Oda Nobunaga.
But in any case, this song has always been regarded as an ominous lament by future generations since the Demon King died in Honneng Temple on the eve of the unification of the world on the sixth day.
For a person who is about to go out, it is really unlucky to play such a song, but the man doesn't care, just like the armor he is wearing now, it is Oda Nobunaga. .
But I believe no one will really think that he is really wearing Oda Nobunaga's armor.
Even if it is true.
The man in the armor was hidden and the moonlight, but the romantic lamentation sang in his mouth the meaning of a golden horse and an iron horse. But the beauty of a man cannot be erased. If he used to sing "Yang Guifei" like the beautiful young Genji from the Heian period, now he is like a military general in the Warring States period.
He gently pulled out the accompanying sword from his waist, and the Hasebe Kunisuke, the mercury-like blade was scattered under the moonlight, giving off a pale green brilliance.
This beloved sword of Oda Nobunaga was once given to Toyotomi Hideyoshi by him, and then to Kuroda Nagamasa by Hideyoshi, and the world believed that this sword was finally stored in the Fukuoka City Museum.
But, there is nothing more than a fake knife.
In that era, Oda Nobunaga's favorite sword was passed on and Hideyoshi's hand, but in the end it was hidden in history. The history of neon, China, and even the entire world actually had a huge fault in that era.
Many of the "antiques" handed down from that era are fakes in his opinion. It may have been passed down through the ages, but... that's not what men are familiar with.
The light moonlight draped over his shoulders, and the streamer cast a shadow on his body. Under the resonance of the Hasebe Kunijo, a radiant green brilliance, draped in gorgeous tail feathers, was confident. To the conceited Merry Peacock, lying quietly on his shoulders.
"It was a beautiful night. Wine, beauty, gold and depravity, as strong as wine, I could smell the scent of drunkenness," the man said softly.
The boiling voices downstairs rose like steam when water boils, pouring in from the open window, carrying the scent of a woman's body and a man's alcohol, like a big tide.
The man closed his eyes, he heard, he felt, he sensed the 'smell' emanating from the souls of those restless people
It's more complex, more changeable, and more ugly than it used to be...
"It's not the same anymore." The man put the knife back, and while he sighed, the peacock on his shoulder also dissipated like a phantom.
"People have brought it for you."
Sakurai Xiaomu walked quietly across the tatami, knelt on the ground, and followed behind her was the frightened Hideki Ma Zhong.
Everything in this room seemed incompatible with this haggard-looking middle-aged office worker. In this picturesque scene, a withered flower was inappropriately inserted into the blue and white porcelain vase.
But the man, Yuan Zhinv, or Kazama Liuli, he didn't care about all this.
He doesn't care what the flesh symbolizes, he only cares what his eyes see, the soul, hatred, resentment.
He sat down with his knees crossed. Of course, the posture was not a proper sitting, but more like the casual sitting posture of those big names in Dahe dramas when they met their subordinates.
"You are Zhen Zhongyingshu, right? You're welcome, just sit down."
Kazama Liuli smiled heartily, his appearance and temperament can always change with the situation, sometimes he is a suave and beautiful boy, sometimes he is a heroic warrior family, as if a lot of souls are stuffed into his body.
"$1.2 billion, are you really sure you won't leave with this money?"
Fengjian Liuli's black crystal-like pupils peeped at the soul of the man in front of him with a light of interest. Looking closely, he seemed to be able to see an imperceptible red light in the depths of those pupils.
"With these 1.2 billion dollars, you can get your wife to kneel down and beg you to come back. You can also kill the child you didn't raise, or even chop it up and feed it to the dog."
Kazama Ruri's tone and words were obviously the story that had already guided Hideki Shinaka, and he was really persuading him.
The story of this man is not surprising, but a misfortune among thousands of people in this sick country.
This 39-year-old man runs a small plastic factory to process disposable tableware. He has a wife who is a retired second-tier idol. He looks good. He used to have several wealthy boyfriends but they all kicked her. Zhen Zhongyingshu is actually a spare tire.
Zhenzhong Yingshu loves his young wife very much, and often accompanies her to play cards. His wife lived in Tokyo for a long time and knew some powerful friends, and everyone was familiar with them.
Among these people, a young family member said that with the property of Zhenzhong Yingshu, it is not enough to invest in big projects. You might as well use the ancestral mountains as collateral and borrow a sum of money to invest together, so that friends in the circle will be willing to bring the real Zhong Yingshu played together.
Zhenzhong Yingshu was a little hesitant. The plastic factory is on the ground and the cemetery of his hometown. If he mortgaged it and couldn't get it back, he would be a sinner of the family. But the wife said that she was pregnant, and the profit of the plastic factory was getting smaller every year. In order for the child to go to Tokyo to develop in the future, Hideki should make up his mind.