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Kirishima Touka called out the opponent's name in horror. The only remaining carnivorous brother, the leader of the "restaurant", is also a well-known figure among his brothers.

Cause this group of guys... also eat the same kind. They even firmly believe that as long as they eat enough of their own kind, their strength will become stronger.

He used to be the leader of the restaurant together with 'Gluttony', but since 'Gluttony' was wiped out by the death squad in February last year, 'Restaurant' disappeared together with 'Gourmet' for a long time.

"Our great Holy Son of Blood actually knows the name of my lord, this is really flattering."

Jiu Duo gracefully bowed slightly to Touka Kirishima, stepped back half a step to get out of the way, and blocking the door behind him were four dangerous high-level carnivorous brothers

"Come on, noble Son of Blood. You, it's time to go home."

"What's going on? You..."

Kaneki, who rushed out to see what was going on, was instantly slapped by a carnivorous brother behind the old man, and his right arm turned into a bloody tentacle that was as sharp as Tetsuo Shima's twisted tentacles in "Akira". It pierced Jinmu's chest and nailed him to the wall!

The pain in his chest and the blood oozing from his throat made him unconscious in the pain, and in front of him, a face that was not so 'familiar' said with a cold smile

"I haven't reported my revenge last time, little guy. After we go back, we will settle the score slowly..."

Kaneki raised his head tremblingly, that face undoubtedly belonged to the 'Gekko'. This guy, who was originally an undercover agent like him, looked at him with a cold and sickly smile.

"you……"

Before he finished speaking, his jaw and limbs were chopped off by the gecko neatly, and the extreme pain made him pass out. On the other hand, Jiuta grabbed the shoulders of the screaming Kirishima Touka, and smiled kindly.

"Come on, His Royal Highness the Holy Son."

"Let's go home, let's start a new era together..."

...

An unbelievable news spread among the elite circles of the upper class of Neon.

The Bliss Pavilion has reopened.

For these elites who have tasted countless bliss in the world, the existence of the Bliss Pavilion can also be said to be a unique and important entertainment place.

Because here, no matter how exaggerated the wish can come true. Spend an evening with the female stars of popular TV shows, dine with the Prime Minister, or vice versa.

These are relatively decent wishes, unknown to everyone, such as bringing a few immature young girls from Thailand to transport him... In short, this bliss hall is like his name, the ultimate pleasure, the ultimate depraved.

But although the wish is beautiful, the price required to fulfill the wish is naturally not light.

Money, power, or anything else, as long as you can come up with something of value, Bliss Palace will fulfill your exaggerated wish.

Even if you have nothing, you can still sell your 'soul' in the Bliss Hall.

Yes, a large part of the reason why this huge casino is regarded as a god by so many dignitaries is that it seems that the ‘soul’ can really be exchanged here

I don't know how many people whose families were destroyed, or who suffered some huge blows in their lives and couldn't recover from a setback, stepped into the Bliss Pavilion in despair, and exchanged the only valuable thing on their bodies.

And the Bliss Pavilion also fulfilled the conditions of exchanging souls very professionally, whether it was killing, or wealth, or power, or women...

But all of this disappeared with a fire more than two years ago.

The existence of the Bliss Pavilion is a paradise in the eyes of countless dignitaries, but in the eyes of more people, this sinful city that seems to show the bottom line of human desires is an eyesore.

As a result, the Bliss Hall was wiped out.

The person in charge of exterminating it is the ruler in the neon shadow, known only to a very few upper class people, that giant claw named Sheqi Bajia.

Although it is a gangster, even though half of them are wanted by the government, the power of the Bajia of Snake Qi in this country is still unquestionable, almost ranking third.

The first and second are naturally Bald Eagle and Ausong. These two neon de facto relatives can't violate their words, and the third is Sheqi Bajia. Don't look at the bleakness of this ranking. In most cases, when the big country does not involve the internal problems of the neon, here is what the snakes say.

Some people speculate that the current Prime Minister Hexiu is behind the Saki Hachi Family, and some people speculate that Arasaka Saburo, the boss of Arasaka Security, who is now in power, is also a member of the Saki Hachi Family.

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 Pavilion has shocked countless people's jaws.

This is undoubtedly pissing on the face of the Sheqi Bajia, and it is a blatant provocation to one of the many forces that rule this country.

No matter who is the owner behind the Bliss Hall and what kind of power they have, if they dare to rebuild the Bliss Hall after being destroyed by the Snake Bajia, this behavior is no less than a challenge to the evil dragon. .

So when the Bliss Pavilion reopened, almost no real customers dared to come to consume.

At least those dignitaries will never come here, even if there are a few nouveau riche and ignorant guys, they will soon be persuaded to come back by the elders of the family or those who know the situation.

Even though they are depraved people with unlimited desires, it doesn't mean that they will put their lives and futures on the line for a moment of pleasure.

But the Bliss Hall is still far from deserted, there are still many guests here, many... guests who do not want anything.

Although the Bliss Pavilion was forced to cut off all the 'entertainment' items in its hands, it only retained a pure gambling item, a gambling item of soul and money.

So today's Bliss Pavilion is not so much the Bliss Capital, but rather... a casino for the soul.

Pawn it all in exchange for help from the Devil's Casino.

"Congratulations, Mr. Zhen Zhongyingshu."

The high-heeled shoes sounded 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 high bun, showing a slim 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 dealers and waitresses who reveal their figures, but she deliberately dresses conservatively, making her even more alluring. Zhen Zhongyingshu remembered that this woman was called Sakurai Kogure, and also remembered why he was here.

That day, he was desperate and was sent to this casino for some reason. This casino is located in the deep mountains of Osaka, like an immortal flower.

He mortgaged his valuables, and he couldn't remember what was the first mortgage. It seems to be my pity, it seems to be my love, and it seems to be my family affection...

The gambling money that this casino collects from them is not money, but their 'soul', or in other words, a 'part' of their soul.

Emotions, traits, characters, those things that exist in the soul, are colorless and invisible, and things that cannot be understood by science have become chips in this casino.

Bet your chips, put a part of your soul on the gambling table, in exchange for the last chance to turn your life around.

Zhen Zhongyingshu collapsed on the soft sofa, just now, he won the final round of gambling.

He has already lost his sympathy, his love, his family affection, and many more... The last thing he has left is his soul.

But the soul that has been taken away from so many 'things' is of course impossible to be as valuable as it was originally.

His surviving soul was put on the gambling table, and in the end he only got seven million dollars in bets.

But he relied on the last seven million US dollars to sweep the game of Texas Hold'em, choosing Show hand in every hand like 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 shined on the unlucky him. In these few games, those with higher cards dared not follow him, and those with lower cards lost their fortunes.

Now, Zhen Zhongyingshu can choose to leave the gambling table with the 1.2 billion dollars, become a billionaire and enjoy the life of the next life happily.

Or, use the 1.2 billion US dollars to make a 'wish' to the owner of the Bliss Pavilion

These are the only two options before him. His 'chips' 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' in exchange for unimaginable money. It doesn't matter if you win, but if you lose to the casino, there is no way to redeem it anyway.

You have only two choices, either exchange your soul for chips, take the money and leave or go to the table to gamble, and after winning the price equivalent to your soul chips, you can use the money to make a wish to the owner of the Bliss Pavilion.

Souls can be exchanged for money, but money cannot be exchanged for souls.

Of course, this desire is destined not to 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 opposite table, the rich man who had lost his soul.

He just sat there, as if he had died. The moment he lost his soul, his eyes lost their luster, his hands covered with gemstone rings dropped, and he left with the casino staff like a puppet.

"What will happen to them...?"

Zhen Zhongyingshu trembled, but couldn't contain his curiosity and asked

"They..." Sakurai Kogure looked at the lost body, with the corners of his mouth upturned, showing a mocking smile

"The fate of the losers will be very bad. Their bodies will exist as 'carriers'... Heh, Mr. Zhen Zhongyingshu, don't talk about this. Next, you plan to leave with the 1.2 billion dollars What? Or… make a wish to us."

"You only have one chance, maybe you only have this one choice in your life..."

Sakurai Kogure's breathing was warm, and her voice was as captivating as a devil's

Zhen Zhongyingshu's eyes glowed red, he tremblingly stretched out to that black card again and again, put it down, stretched it out, and put it down again.

What is tumbling in his heart is surging flames, contentment and pleasure, or...revenge!

"I choose...to make a wish!"

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Nebula M78

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Chapter 44. The Bright Moon Turns into a Demon

"Fifty years of life, compared with the sky, is nothing more than a small thing. Looking at the world, it is like a dream. Let life be once, and it will die immediately."

On the top floor of the Bliss Pavilion, amidst the cherry blossoms that are against the seasons, it seems to be sinking into the moonlight. The figures under the moonlight walk and sing, and the sound is reminiscent of mottled ancient paintings.

He sang the most famous song "Guo Sheng" by Oda Nobunaga. Many people mistakenly thought that this was the lament sung by Oda Nobunaga when he was trapped in the castle tower, but he actually came from the Genpei war period. Ping Guosheng, a samurai of the Heike family, is the last son of Ping Jingsheng, and he is an expert flute player. Ichinoya was beheaded by the enemy general Kumagai Naomi during the battle, 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 later generations since the Demon King died in the Inneng Temple on the eve of the unification of the world on the eve of the sixth day.

For a person who is about to go to war, it is really unlucky to play such a song, but the man doesn't care, just like the armor he is wearing now is the armor of Oda Nobunaga's Kamishosuke .

But I believe no one will really think that he is really wearing the armor of Oda Nobunaga.

Even if it's true.

The man in armor hides himself from the moonlight, but the romantic dirge sang in his mouth the meaning of gold and iron horse. But the beauty of a man cannot be erased. If he sang "Yang Guifei" in the past like the beautiful young Guang Guangshi who came from the Heian era, then he is now like a general in the Warring States period.

He gently pulled out the sword at his waist, and the mercury-like blade of Hasebe Kunishu was scattered under the moonlight, revealing a layer of light green brilliance.

This Oda Nobunaga's favorite knife was once given to Toyotomi Hideyoshi by him, and then Hideyoshi gave it to Kuroda Nagamasa, and everyone believed that this knife was finally stored in the Fukuoka City Museum.

However, what was there was just a fake knife.

In that era, Oda Nobunaga's love sword was passed on by Hideyoshi, but in the end it was hidden in history. Neon, Huaguo, and even the history of the entire world, in fact, had a huge fault in that era.

Many 'antiques' handed down from that era are fakes in his opinion. It may have been passed down from a long time ago, but... that is not something that men are familiar with.

Gentle moonlight draped over his shoulders, and the streaming light cast a shadow on his body. Under the resonance of that Hasebe Kunishu, a little green radiance, with gorgeous tail feathers, was confident. Seeing the conceited romantic peacock, lying quietly on his shoulder.

"It's really a beautiful night. Alcohol, beauties, gold and depravity are as strong as wine. I can smell the breath of luxury and gold." The man said softly.

The boiling human voice downstairs rose like steam from boiling water, pouring in from the open window, carrying the scent of women's bodies and the smell of men's alcohol, like a big tide.

The man closed his eyes, he heard, he felt, he perceived the 'smell' emanating from those restless people, from their souls

Compared to before, it is more complex, more changeable, and uglier...

"It's not the same as before." The man inserted the knife back, sighed, and the peacock on his shoulder disappeared like a phantom.

"Man has brought it for you."

Sakurai Kogure walked across the tatami mats quietly, and knelt on the ground, and behind her was the panic-stricken Masaka Hideki.

Everything in this room seemed incompatible with this haggard-looking middle-aged office worker. In this romantic and picturesque scene, a withered flower was inappropriately inserted into the blue and white porcelain vase.

But the man, Yuanzhinv, or Kazama Ruri, he doesn't care about all of this.

He doesn't care about what the flesh symbolizes, he only cares about what his eyes see, the soul, hatred, resentment.

He sat cross-legged, and that posture was of course not a formal sitting in line with etiquette, but more like the casual sitting posture of those daimyos in Dahe dramas when meeting their subordinates.

"Are you the real Zhong Yingshu? You're welcome to sit down."

Kazama Ruri smiles heartily, his appearance and temperament can always change with the situation, sometimes he is a suave and handsome boy, and sometimes he is a heroic warrior family, as if he has a lot of souls stuffed into his body.

"Two billion dollars, are you really sure you don't want to leave with this money?"

Kazama Ruri's black crystal-like pupils watched the soul of the man in front of her with a radiance of interest, and if she looked carefully, she seemed to be able to see an imperceptible red light deep in those pupils.

"With this 1.2 billion dollars, you can make your wife kneel down and beg you to come back. You can also kill that child that you didn't raise, or even chop it up and feed it to the dogs."

Kazama Ruri's tone and words clearly guided Zhen Zhongyingshu's story, and he was indeed persuading him.

This man's story is not surprising, but just one misfortune among thousands and thousands in this sick country.

This 39-year-old man, his family opened a small plastic factory to process disposable tableware. He has a wife who is a retired second-tier idol. She looks good. He used to have a few wealthy boyfriends but they all kicked her out. Zhen Zhongyingshu is actually a spare tire and turned into a regular.

Zhen Zhongyingshu dotes on his young wife very much, and often goes out to play cards with her. His wife lived in Tokyo for a long time before, and knew some powerful friends.

Among these people, a young member of a family said that Zhen Zhongyingshu’s property is not enough to invest in large projects. You might as well use the ancestral mountain land as collateral and borrow a sum of money to invest together, so that friends in the circle will also be willing to bring true Zhong Yingshu played together.

Zhen Zhongyingshu was a little hesitant. The land above the plastics factory 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 his wife said that she was pregnant, and the profit of the plastic factory was getting smaller and smaller every year. In order for the child to go to Tokyo to develop in the future, Hideki should make up his mind.