Chapter 54: Very simple, I'll just become the Ghost King, right?

Meng Yi took a step out, "Low-power Life Field" opened, his afterimage remained in place, his true body instantly arrived in front of Muzan Kibutsuji, raised his hand to grab the scum Ghost King's head, and slammed it hard to the ground.

A large pit was smashed into the solid street ground, and the splashed gravel cut like a sickle, accidentally injuring many walking dead who had been forcibly brainwashed.

[Tap...]

Stepping on the scum Ghost King's chest, thousands of black light threads condensed into sharp long spears, piercing and nailing the scum Ghost King's limbs and bones.

The long spears piercing the body spread in the scum Ghost King's body, and many black thorns emerged from the body, causing the scum Ghost King to scream repeatedly.

"Why? Do you need a why?"

"Hah! Uh! Ah!"

Muzan Kibutsuji didn't even have the strength to speak, wailing intermittently with his last breath.

Seeing this, Meng Yi was too lazy to waste time bullying the weak, leaned over to grab the pale hair on the scum Ghost King's head, and dragged the dying scum Ghost King away from the bustling street.

The Japanese people whose minds were manipulated by Meng Yi after being forcibly injected with the "Thought Seal" returned to their original state, as if nothing had happened.

The big pit that suddenly appeared on Asakusa Street?

Maintenance personnel immediately came to repair it with tools, and it was restored to its original state in less than half an hour.

What about the Japanese people who were killed or disabled by the scum Ghost King's incompetent rage and the AOE strike of gravel?

Just dig a big pit outside the city and bury them.

Living is a waste of medical resources and delays labor production; it's better to bury them to nourish the soil fertility, which can barely be considered making the best use of everything.

What! Disabled but not dead?

Doesn't matter, bury them in the soil and they will be gone soon. (Lord Wu'an, Bai Qi, gave a like!)

……

Dragging the scum Ghost King to a dark alley, Meng Yi used his shoe soles to grind Muzan Kibutsuji's twisted and deformed face.

"I know you're not dead yet. Notify 'Nakime' to open the entrance to the Infinity Castle, can you do it?"

Meng Yi flicked his fingers, the black blood thorns torturing the scum Ghost King paused their destruction, 'mercifully' granting the scum Ghost King a moment of breathing space.

The pain eased slightly, and Muzan Kibutsuji lay on the cold ground like a dead dog.

"Cough cough cough —!"

Muzan Kibutsuji coughed violently, coughing up blood mixed with organ fragments from his mouth, and forced himself to be extremely flattering: "My lord, if I cooperate with all your actions, can my lowly self beg you to raise your hand and let me live?"

If Meng Yi's strength was comparable to Yoriichi Tsugikuni from hundreds of years ago, the scum Ghost King would never be so unprincipled and bottomless. If you can't afford to provoke, can't you hide?

Unfortunately, the battle just now, no, it was a one-sided slaughter.

Muzan Kibutsuji recognized his 'status in the world'; he was definitely not the 'demon's' opponent, and he couldn't even scatter and run away.

"Oh? The desire to survive is so strong?"

Meng Yi had an unfathomable smile on his face and joked half-jokingly: "Of course no problem, I will never treat a meritorious official badly. If you don't believe me, go to the Umbrella Corporation and ask Wesker."

"Don't worry, as long as you still have value, even if you want to die, I won't let you die."

"So, little white mouse, from now on, remember to show your value as much as you can, and absolutely, absolutely don't let me down."

"I'm useful! I'm useful!"

No matter how much of what Meng Yi said was true or false, Muzan Kibutsuji, who was at the end of his rope, could only take Meng Yi's 'guarantee' as the golden rule.

To show his loyalty, the scum Ghost King kowtowed like a garlic-pounding head, kowtowing until his forehead was bloody, bone fragments flew, and the floor cracked.

"My lord, and this lady beside you, please wait for a moment, I will notify Nakime, that lowly seed, to open the Infinity Castle!"

Not daring to vent his anger on Meng Yi and Qi Lin, the scum Ghost King blamed all his grievances, fears, and anger on his subordinates.

……

Not long after, a space crack the size of a finger appeared abruptly in the dim alley, and an eyeball rolled out.

Nakime's vision was transmitted through the eyeball, and when she saw the 'Ghost King' kneeling on the ground like a loyal dog, she was so shocked that the whole ghost was not well.

"Nakime, you lowly seed, did you take my words as a breeze in your ears?"

"Why don't you open the Infinity Castle quickly and teleport my noble master in?!"

Muzan Kibutsuji attacked fiercely, grabbed Nakime's detection eye, and violent flashes flickered in his eyes.

This 'familiar' scum smell...

That's right, the flattering dog-legged subordinate is the Ghost King himself!

[Dang —]

The biwa melody sounded, and the small space crack became large enough for three or five people to pass through.

Meng Yi reached out with interest to touch the edge of the crack, "100% power Life Field" opened, the iridescent crystal wall layer protected his arm, the smooth channel boundary did not hurt him at all, but he could feel the consumption speed of biomass energy increase by a large margin.

'Interesting ability, shallow application, a weakened version of wormhole technology that finds another path?'

Kicking Muzan Kibutsuji, Meng Yi said indifferently: "Little white mouse No. 1, from now on, remember to be polite to little white mouse No. 2, her value in my heart is no less than yours."

"Yes! My lord!"

Muzan Kibutsuji was stunned for a moment, then changed his face like a Sichuan opera, and quickly let go of Nakime's detection eye that he had almost crushed.

"Nakime, I'm sorry. 'Absolutely' don't take what I just said to heart, do you remember?"

One part apology, nine parts threat.

"Ghost of the Castle, Nakime" didn't know whether to agree or refuse, falling into a dilemma.

Meng Yi saw the embarrassment of 'little white mouse No. 2.' He was very tolerant of valuable test subjects and relieved Nakime: "Don't just stand there, go in and talk."

Once the matter was settled, Meng Yi, Qi Lin, and Muzan Kibutsuji passed through the channel opened by Nakime and came to the magnificent Infinity Castle.

……

The Infinity Castle was not built out of thin air; it was an underground city built by the scum Ghost King over nearly a thousand years, employing countless workers.

The ending of those workers who participated in the construction of the Infinity Castle refers to the craftsmen who built the mausoleum for the emperor; death was their inevitable result.

The Infinity Castle is upside down, left and right chaotic, and it is a veritable super underground shelter. Ordinary people can't even find where the Infinity Castle is.

The scum Ghost King, who looked miserable, introduced Meng Yi's identity to Nakime.

Meng Yi gave orders to Nakime: "Nakime, immediately summon the Twelve Kizuki."

"Yes."

Nakime, who was kneeling with her head down and black hair covering her face, plucked the biwa strings and activated her Blood Demon Art.

[Dang —!]

The next moment, the Twelve Kizuki, who were in various parts of Fuso, no matter what they were doing beforehand, appeared abruptly in the Infinity Castle.

Twelve figures appeared neatly on a spacious platform.

The platform was adjacent to a cherry-style reception hall, and the two sides were separated by a sliding door.

"Lower Moon, Enmu" looked closely and saw Muzan Kibutsuji kneeling on the ground with a miserable appearance, and exclaimed in surprise: "Muzan-sama! What happened to you?"

"Lower Moon, Hairo" collapsed on the ground in despair.

"It's over! A monster appeared in the Ghost Killing Squad, and Ghost King-sama was defeated again."

"Without Ghost King-sama, how should we deal with the Ghost Killing Squad's siege?"

The sliding door of the reception hall opened slowly from the inside, and Meng Yi, who walked over with one hand behind his back, smiled faintly.

"How to deal with it? Very simple, I'll just become the Ghost King, right?"

While speaking, Meng Yi's black-and-white eyes turned into red jade pupils, and two ghost horns grew from his forehead.

He took off his non-prescription glasses, his black hair dyed into dead, pale white, and a fierce, domineering, and irresistible majesty condensed between his brows.