Know Yourself in the Dragon World

Chapter 163 Ghosts and Rats

Ghosts wearing white masks wandered in the corridors of the asylum. The guards seemed to be just decorations and fell down one after another.

It was a silent massacre, and the snow blade gradually turned into blood.

In the age of hot weapons, guns are the truth, but truth was defeated by the cold weapons of the old era.

Han Qiu dragged the unconscious guard out of the house. He had to find a way to create the illusion that he had killed these people.

He took a big step forward, but was startled by a face full of defeat.

Sticking out from the window of a room, she looked like Sadako under the light.

It was indeed a girl, with a fair complexion, about seventeen or eighteen years old.

"Are you here to save us?" She looked very scared, but still mustered up the courage to stick her head out and ask.

Han Qiu frowned slightly, then nodded, "Yes."

"Thank you." She suddenly smiled, her hair disheveled.

Han Qiu couldn't help but become a little interested and asked, "What's your name?"

"Ryoma Baihui." The girl asked again: "What about you?"

"Hirano Kaede, aren't you afraid of me?"

The girl nodded, then shook her head. “I’m more afraid of staying here forever.”

Han Qiu comforted him, "You can leave soon."

He didn't say much, as he didn't have much time left.

The fierce ghosts finally broke through the defense and rushed in.

They were about to cheer, but when they saw the corpses piled up like a mountain on the open ground, they were speechless for a moment.

Han Qiu was playing with a dagger as he sat on top of a pile of corpses. His cold eyes were more frightening than the dagger itself.

He ordered very coldly: "Take away the ghosts that are contained here quickly, and don't cause any more trouble. Otherwise... you will die."

With Han Qiu sitting here, the ghosts would not deliberately check whether the guards were dead or alive.

The cheers still came.

"I told you he's not an ordinary person!"

"Captain is mighty!"

Han Qiu really had nothing to say to this group of lunatics, so he could only emphasize in a cold voice: "I say, take the ghosts here away quickly."

The crowd then dispersed, and the truck at the end of the team drove in, with ghosts being sent into the truck one by one.

They cried in confusion, not knowing where to go or whether they would survive.

From five or six years old to twenty-five or twenty-six years old.

Someone was about to do something indecent to the female teacher at the shelter, but was stopped by Han Qiu.

Or in other words, kill.

The dagger cut through the carotid artery, and the man retreated repeatedly, struggling against the wall, and finally fell to the ground with his eyes wide open, bleeding like a river.

Han Qiu was waiting for someone who was the first to step out of his way and it was also his first time killing someone since he came to this world.

He suppressed the discomfort in his heart, and the corners of his mouth twitched under the mask.

The crazy people looked at Han Qiu in confusion. This kind of thing seemed normal to them.

"I've emphasized it twice, don't cause any more trouble. I don't need a subordinate who doesn't obey orders, and who does it again like him." He raised two fingers and said indifferently with his back to the group of lunatics.

Madmen fear and yearn for power. They fear power and also yearn for power.

The guy who was killed was not a weakling among this group of people, but in front of Han Qiu he was like an ant and was easily crushed to death.

Order began to be re-established and the madmen gradually calmed down.

Han Qiu looked at the time and found that it was much slower than expected. As expected, these inferior ghosts were very difficult to control.

He kept Ryoma Baihui and did not let her into the carriage, but stuffed her into his Viper.

The car was riddled with holes, but fortunately it could still start.

The crazy people would only think that Han Qiu had taken a fancy to this girl. In their eyes, this was an act of asserting sovereignty.

On the way back, Han Qiu was still driving in the front.

But this time he did not control the speed, but pushed the performance of the car to its limit, and the ghosts behind him could not even catch up with his taillights.

Everyone evacuated along the planned route. The task was easier than expected, but also more arduous.

Han Qiu noticed that Ryoma Baihui was trembling beside him, so he asked, "Are you scared?"

The girl nodded, terrified by the speed.

"Only things that scare you can make you grow," said Han Qiu.

"I've never ridden in a car." Ryoma Baihui lowered her head and said softly.

If it weren't for Han Qiu's bloodline, if it were an ordinary person, they wouldn't be able to hear what she was saying amidst the noise and wind.

"Why?" Han Qiu asked.

"I grew up there and never left..." She answered: "As long as I can remember."

"The world will be vast and open from now on." Han Qiu turned his head to look at her.

The girl had a pretty face. Although not as charming and sweet as Sakurai Kogure, she had a cooler look.

Perhaps it was because she had stayed in the shelter for a long time and had never seen the sun that made her like this.

A cool and beautiful girl wearing a white dress should be white, which makes people feel more favorable or pity than Chen Wenwen's white.

Streetlights and moonlight illuminate the mountains and the winding roads.

She twisted her body in pain and vomited on the car after Han Qiu drifted around the corners several times.

"I'm sorry," she said fearfully.

He was afraid that Han Qiu would be unhappy and kill himself.

It is hard to imagine where such a timid girl got the courage to stick her head out and ask after seeing Han Qiu constantly slashing with the knife.

"It's okay. We still have a long way to go. Sorry, I can't let you down."

"why?"

"Because those people will catch you back and keep you there."

"Then I'll endure it." When she heard that she was going to be caught, her eyes became firm.

Maybe they're not moths, they're mice.

The rat stuffed into the sewer is full of curiosity about the outside world.

Han Qiu has seen rats sticking their heads out of the sewers, but they were crushed into pieces by the wheels before he could even take a closer look. However, this did not stop the rats behind them from trying to get out.

They were so alert, afraid of wheels and the huge world, yet yearning for it and trying their best to get out.

It is no wonder that in the original world, many people made fun of themselves and said that they were rats.

……

Yuan Zhisheng looked at everything in front of him calmly, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

Outside the shelter were the bodies of guards and the demons, lying everywhere. They did not retreat, but fought to the end.

What good was there inside? The bodies were piled up like a hill.

The teachers in charge of discipline were locked in the utility room. As soon as the door was opened, they rushed out in panic, their screams like long sirens.

These were the only ones left alive, and those with unstable bloodlines were taken away.

Even if you are Amaterasu, there are times when you feel powerless.

You are a step late after all.

"Boss, these people are not dead." Crow squatted beside the pile of corpses and checked each body, "They are just seriously injured and need urgent medical treatment."

Finally some better news.

However, Yuan Zhisheng couldn't laugh. He turned calmly and walked out of the shelter. "Arrange treatment and take care of the aftermath."

Yuan Zhisheng has experienced such things more than once. He is used to it and tired of it.

I have power and a sword in my hand, so what? There are too many things I can't catch up with, and too many people I have to miss.

Maybe it’s an exam, maybe it’s a matter of life and death, it’s always like this.

How can a person beat time?

He chose a step to sit down and smoked the cigarette that Ying handed to him.