Know Yourself in the Dragon World

Chapter 343 Walking with a Madman

"I just don't want to chat with you guys." Han Qiu said, "When you talk about it, you have a lot of things to say, such as loneliness and literature. With the little knowledge I have, I can occasionally chat about such topics, but it won't work for a long time."

"If you don't want to say it, just forget it." Yuan Zhisheng didn't force it.

"Mr. Yuan, you just need to watch. There is no point in me saying more. Instead of thinking about whether my actions are out of loneliness or for profit, you might as well think about yourself." Han Qiu quickened his pace.

He himself couldn't understand the current situation and didn't know what Herzog was going to do.

Without the container, he used the people of the Demon Clan as nutrients, but only managed to raise a Yamata no Orochi.

That thing is about the sword of the source girl.

Does Herzog like this thing?

"Mr. Han, about that strange sound..." The dragon blood stimulated Yuan Zhisheng's potential, and his injuries and fatigue began to fade away.

He was a ghost slayer and had slain many evil ghosts in his life, the first of which was his younger brother.

Now he has to use his identity as a ghost to solve some problems.

"And the true story you told me." Yuan Zhisheng said, "Please access the communication channel. This is something that all the Sheqi Eight Clan should know."

"I've been connected the whole time." Han Qiu asked with a smile, "Do you think I turned it off because I didn't want to hear the Fengmo Patriarch's dirty talk? Don't worry, when it comes to cursing, the Fengmo Patriarch is old and can't keep up with the pace and thinking of young people."

In the communication channel, Fuma Kotaro cursed even more fiercely.

Han Qiu didn't care and told Yuan Zhisheng about the source of all evil: "Let's go back to the origin of the story, a secret research base in the Soviet Union, that is, Black Swan Port, where you three brothers and sisters were born."

Han Qiu spoke slowly, explaining everything: "Almost every child in Black Swan Port has undergone pontotomy surgery. Herzog improved this surgery, which was originally used to treat epilepsy, so that it can create a dual personality."

"Pontine interruption surgery?" Yuan Zhisheng murmured in a low voice.

"Yes, people who have undergone this operation will use two halves of their brain to think separately. In other words, one personality is locked in each side, and one side is often noble and the other side is violent. The signal for switching between personalities is that kind of clapper sound. You, Genji, and Eri have all undergone this operation."

"I see. So what is the real story?"

"It will be revealed soon. Go and see for yourself instead of me telling you."

"You still think I won't believe you?"

"Yes, I don't have the confidence to compete with a dead person to see who is better at lying." Although Han Qiu didn't say it directly, he still said: "The things between you and your brother have always been pushed by an invisible hand. Looking back on your life, there are many coincidences."

While Yuan Zhisheng was deep in thought, a strong wind blew past him.

Yuan Zhinv had endless anger to vent, and the leader of the team changed from Han Qiu to him.

"General Wang! Get out here!"

Angry enough, and ferocious too.

"You're going to drive these guys crazy." Xia Mi completed the task and returned to Han Qiu.

The branches of this endless tree, whose origin was unknown, grew thicker and thicker, and its obstruction to the group became more and more ferocious.

Genjitsu ignored the fact that her power was being drained away and continued to move forward.

There was the sound of the Executive Bureau elites falling to the ground in the back.

Death is inevitable. Although he knows that this is their own choice, Han Qiu still can't help feeling heartbroken.

These are the elites of the Eight Clans of Sheqi, and they are all decent fighters.

It's a pity to die because of an animal! Why would you want to die instead of working for yourself?

Han Qiu doesn't like to waste every grain of rice, including every soldier.

Just thinking about leading the Eight Snake Clans to counterattack the academy is exciting and will allow the principal to recall the joy of Pearl Harbor.

"What's wrong with him?" Han Qiu asked Xia Mi.

"Sakurai Kogure told him everything, about Gen Chisei, and why he was bloodthirsty." Xia Mi pointed at Sakurai Kogure, who seemed to have lost his soul, "Both the speaker and the listener felt a little depressed."

"You and your senior brother should stop imitating them, a twisted pair of mandarin ducks." Han Qiu lowered his voice.

But Yuan Zhisheng still heard it.

During the conversation with Caesar and others, Yuan Zhisheng vaguely guessed something and also heard some gossip about Chu Zihang and Jörmungandr.

He didn't really believe that Chu Jun had any emotional connection with dragons, and just thought it was a rumor or a deception.

Now it seems that it is not that simple.

The serious and cold Chu Jun doesn't seem to be as... ahem...

"You deserve a beating today." Xia Mi was not angry, but soothed him: "Is it necessary to be so nervous?"

nervous?

Yuan Zhisheng looked at Han Qiu in disbelief; he couldn't see that Han Qiu was nervous at all.

His face was clearly filled with contentment and indifference.

There is also the kind of pride that comes from God playing tricks on everyone.

However, Han Qiu was indeed very nervous because Xia Mi had been with him for too long.

As a smart dragon, Xia Mi has observed humans for many years. Although she cannot see through people's hearts at a glance, as long as she gets along with them long enough, she can judge what kind of person the other person is.

Or some kind of dragon.

"You don't understand my nervousness. It's not just nervousness, but also excitement and a little uneasy." Han Qiu could not keep up with Yuan Zhinu's speed.

He didn't shout, but just kept waving his knife to clear the road.

The knife is as bright as a piece of silk, and it has been busy for a long time just to argue with a tree.

It's really boring. You want to kill Herzog? Kill Herzog.

Han Qiu was unhappy in his heart, and he swung the knife faster.

We were already very close to the center. Looking up, we passed the white branches and saw the thick tree trunks.

What a tree, strange...

"Yuan Zhinv, come back!" Han Qiu shouted at the figure who jumped up and chopped the tree trunk.

The back was covered with white filaments, which greedily absorbed the blood of the source girl and turned a deep red.

The ancient knife was like a mirror, splitting the thick trunk horizontally.

It is not a real tree, but the materialization of some spiritual power. In fact, it is not even as hard as plasticine.

The thing that was giving the group a headache began to dissipate after the knife penetrated.

"Why is this guy so fierce? Is it because his rage bar is full?" Han Qiu cursed while looking up at the scene.

If the rage bar is full, you may not be able to increase damage, but it will definitely reduce your intelligence.

The desperate efforts to move forward made the thin boy return to the thinness of his childhood.

Emperor is the best nourishment. Even if this strange tree is destroyed, the filaments are still desperately trying to seize the vitality of the source girl at the last moment of its death.

"General Wang! Get out here!" Yuan Zhinu didn't look like a member of the team at all.

He was not one in the first place, this was a matter between him and General Wang.

Whether it is Minamoto no Chitose or Kazama Ruri, both of them have the desire to kill the king.

But a schizophrenic cannot defeat a schizophrenic who has a schizophrenic under control. The last time they met, Yuan Zhinu was not crazy to this extent. Now she is so crazy that she kills anyone who stands in her way. God knows how much torture he has endured.

"Please don't disturb God's resurgence, you will anger Him." Very pure English, from top to bottom.

Han Qiu looked up and saw the guy in a suit and a mask. Judging from his demeanor, it was not something that Japan could possess, nor was it something that the underworld like the Snake Eight Clan could learn.

That was true aristocratic temperament, he held the railing and looked down at everyone.

The cut tree grew again, and Genjiro could see clearly what was below.

A well so deep that you can't see the bottom. The trunk of the tree is restricted by the well, and something is about to burst out from the bottom of the well.