"Hmph, do you think that with the police asylum and hiding in the Hakone Mountains, I won't be able to find you?"

In the darkness, a man's low sneer sounded from the bottom of the stairs.

"I really want to thank those police officers for helping me eliminate a lot of competitors..."

Araki Sosuke followed the sound, and could vaguely see a few strong men with long knives and baseball bats, blocking the steps below.

These men seemed to turn a blind eye to the blood-colored lanterns on both sides of the upper steps, the Ugly Daughter of Time who repeatedly beat the trees, the trees dripping with blood, and the wailing corpses on the branches.

With murderous eyes, they stopped straight at Sousuke Araki, who was dancing the "secretary dance" to the air as if directing traffic.

"No matter who you are, in the current situation, I suggest that you retreat as soon as possible..."

Seeing that the "ordinary people" below looked unkind, and thinking of Ryoma's phone call before the second, Sousuke Araki probably understood the other party's intention.

"Hey, retreat?"

The man headed below seemed to have heard something funny.

"Sousuke Araki, remember, the one who took your life and won the reward under the protection of the police was the black emperor of the "Sicilian Murder Company". "

"Black Emperor? Do you think you are some kind of outdated antique beast?"

The name "Black Emperor" was a blast to Araki Sousuke.

After all, it was the legendary runaway group founded in the 1970s and once ranked number one in Japan.

It's just that today, because of the relationship between the tree and the wind, it has disappeared for many years under the strong suppression of the Transportation Department.

"Obsolete... Antique... Barbarian?!"

Seemingly hurt by Araki Sousuke's questioning, the man headed below waved vigorously, signaling his subordinates to do it.

"I, the fifth black emperor, Keita Tsuchiya, the revivalist, will let you know that I look down on the fate of this name!"

While slapping the blood-colored filaments in the air, Sousuke Araki persuaded the men who were rushing towards him from below: "Hey, hey, everything is about a first-come, first-served arrival, don't you see that it's busy here?"

"Why don't you just wait below, let me finish this place first and then make a gesture with you..."

"Mr. Araki, they have no inspiration and can't see!"

Just as Xiaoniao Yuzhengong reminded softly, the few strong men were silently holding long knives, strode up the narrow stone steps, and attacked the two of them.

Seeing their coordinated movements, their low center of gravity, and the sharp blade in their hands, Sousuke Araki knew that they were the real people who licked blood and killed without blinking an eye.

Compared with the Qinglong Saber squad of Nu Luoquan, at least in the contact battle with cold weapons, it is not too much.

However, just as the men stepped on the stone steps, the ugly girls who were staring at Sosuke Araki but had no choice but to move more slowly, their eyes turned abruptly, and the corners of their mouths outlined addictive expressions. The arc of blood.

Countless bloodshots that splashed out from the spiked tree trunk and floated in the air quietly wrapped around their necks, wrists, ankles and other parts.

"Boom..."

"Pfft."

With the hammers in their hands, a small, **** hole similar to the size of the black rust nail appeared on the ankles of the men who stepped up the stairs without any warning.

"Ugh..."

The sudden pain caused several men to stumble slightly and slammed down on the stone steps.

"...My feet, when?!"

It seemed to be a penetrating injury caused by a slender iron nail, which was nothing to a professional killer who wandered between life and death.

But when they tried to stand up on the ground, they found that there was an invisible sharp object that passed through the wound of their ankle and was firmly nailed to the stone steps.

"Wait... when are these people..."

At this time, they noticed that the scene around the stairs suddenly turned blood red.

The lantern that lights up...

The woman in white who stared at herself inexplicably and kept beating the tree trunk...

Above the terrifying forest, the corpses that kept wriggling and weeping...

"Boom..."

"Pfft."

Before they could feel the fear, their limbs, along with the inexplicable knocking sound, simultaneously appeared another tiny hole...

"Uh ah ah ah ah ah!"

Although there was no blood coming out of the wound, the pain of the limb being penetrated was real.

They can feel that the blood in the body is being drawn away from the body at a strange speed as the invisible thing that pierces them.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

As if inspired by the curse's effect, or the resentment of the loss recovered from the flesh and blood of the men, the women of the ugly time were more and more vigorous in hammering the tree trunks.

"Boom..."

"Uh...it hurts...let, let me go..."

Countless tiny blood holes began to bloom on the limbs and bodies of the men...

As if the iron nails that were knocked into the tree trunks penetrated their bodies one by one.

And where the tree trunk was nailed, the black liquid that was flowing originally turned into bright red blood~lightnovelpub.net~ It was like a "loose meat" steak fixed on the chopping board, and several men painfully Struggling, trying to climb down the stairs...

But because the invisible slender iron nails continued to penetrate the body, they could only be fixed on the stone steps in despair, feeling the pain of iron nails penetrating the body.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

The unhurried, continuous tapping continues.

One of the men's arms finally couldn't bear the piercings several times in a row, and it exploded into two sections and rolled under the stone steps.

"Ugh...uh...ah...help me..."

Because it was too painful, he inadvertently struggled to lift the dilapidated stone steps illuminated by the blood-colored lantern.

"Ah ah ah ah ah……"

What caused the man's throat to let out an inexplicable roar was a pitch-black bone covered with nail marks under the slate.

Looking at the bloody, lingering men on the stairs, and the withered bones exposed under the slate, Sousuke Araki and Mayumi Kotori looked at each other silently, their expressions a bit ugly.

For these professional killers, it took only a few tens of seconds for these professional killers to go up the stairs and turn into dying blood men.

After all, the frequency with which dozens of Ugly Time Women simultaneously hammered tree trunks and performed "Ugly Time Ginseng" was not unusually fast.

In that scene, it was as if he was suddenly locked up in the "Iron Maiden" with countless iron nails.

Sousuke Araki wanted to go down to save them at the first time, but he forcibly stopped because he was worried that after he left, the girl behind him would not be able to resist the vicious "Ugly Shishen".

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