Even if the king is a demon, my friend is a god.

Chapter 97 Even if the king is a demon, my friend is a god.

In the deserted Shikatri Shrine of the town of Shikatri, Genji is choosing clothes.

Over the years, with fewer and fewer tourists, Shikatori Shrine gradually declined, so Genji simply closed the shrine and stopped providing services to the public.

The old priest was very old and had suffered a serious illness that almost killed him. It was only thanks to the money of the best doctor in Tokyo that he was able to recover.

However, his physical condition was still not suitable for strenuous work. Fortunately, the shrine had been closed, and he only needed to guard the shrine every day, waiting for Genjiro to return from Tokyo.

Genji became the Dragon King of the Demon Clan. The King would often make him do this or that, but whenever he had free time, he would still return to the town and the shrine.

Even though the town is declining and there are hardly any people left, people always have a place they yearn for, and as long as they stay there, they will feel at peace.

He was in a good mood today because he had finally found an opportunity to kill the monster that tried to control him, the man who called himself King.

When he returned to the shrine covered in blood in his red Ferrari, the old priest said nothing. He simply prepared hot water for him and laid out his favorite clothes, allowing him to wash and choose what he wanted.

Warm water flowed over his head and face. In the mirror, which was damp with water vapor, Yuan Zhinü watched her makeup being washed away little by little, until only her pale, slightly thin face remained.

Without makeup, he is not stunning, and even somewhat ordinary.

But he really liked the ordinary boy in the mirror, because that was him, his true self.

On the advice of the old chief priest, he put on the most ordinary shirt and trousers. They were not made of luxurious materials, but they were comfortable.

The simple color scheme makes the person wearing the clothes seem simpler, as simple as sunshine.

In this way, he would be an ordinary mountain boy named Genji, instead of Kazama Ruri with blood on his hands.

"These clothes suit you better. Although you look stunning in costume, you're still just a boy. A boy should live in the sunshine."

The old priest spoke softly, his eyes filled with heartache as he looked at the man before him.

Yuan Zhinu smiled at him. At that moment, a cool breeze blew in through the open window. He subconsciously looked over and saw that it had started raining outside.

The once clear sky suddenly darkened, with dark clouds looming over the world. Wind and rain fell together, carrying the unique coolness and scent of grass and trees from the mountains.

Seeing this, the old priest limped toward closing the window, but Genji waved his hand, indicating that he was too physically challenged to bother and walked over himself.

Just as he was about to close the window, he suddenly stopped.

Because he saw an old man in a black kimono sitting in his red Ferrari, wearing a Noh mask with a smiling court noble painted on it.

As if sensing his gaze, the old man turned his head slightly and waved to him.

A blinding white lightning bolt ripped through the sky, and Yuan Zhinv felt as if the bolt of lightning had split her head open as well, leaving her mind blank.

A bone-chilling fear spread through his heart, stiffening his limbs and bones. He stood there, frozen in place.

How is this possible?!

Just a few hours ago, he personally plunged the knife into the king's heart. Fearing that the monster couldn't be killed, he even chopped off its head and cut its body into several pieces.

He still remembers the feeling of the long knife cutting through flesh clearly. No matter how powerful the self-healing ability is, there should always be a limit. No matter how strong the cell activity is, it can't turn a person into an earthworm.

Moreover, even an earthworm should have died long ago after being cut into so many pieces, but now, this man who should have died like an earthworm has come to him and is sitting in his car.

The old priest sensed something was wrong and slowly walked to Genji's side. He also saw the devil in the red Ferrari, and a hint of fear appeared on his aged face.

But he quickly suppressed his fear and gently placed his hand on Yuan Zhinü's thin shoulder. Yuan Zhinü turned to look at him, but the old man simply nodded at him reassuringly.

"Don't be afraid," the old man said. "You are under the protection of the gods in the shrine."

"Even if there really is an unkillable demon, it can't do anything to you, so don't be afraid."

An old man who has been a charlatan his whole life can only offer charlatan-like words to comfort people.

Yet it was these pale words that gradually warmed Yuan Zhinv's frozen body and calmed his heart, which had been pounding with fear at that moment.

He gave the old priest a smile, a genuine, understated smile.

"You're right," he said softly, as if speaking to the old priest, or perhaps to himself.

He slammed the window shut, turned and walked towards the door, stepping into the heavy rain.

As the king watched him approach, the eerie smile on his face deepened. He beckoned to Genjiro like a demon crawling out of hell, inviting him to join him.

The rain soaked Yuan Zhinü's clothes, but he didn't react at all, and just walked step by step to the man who looked like a demon.

"My dear girl, it's time to come back to Tokyo with me," the king said with a smile.

The voice was full of doting affection, like an elder talking to a mischievous younger family member.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Zhinü did not get into the car, but instead gave him a slow smile.

A sinister smile, no less manic than Wang Jiangzhi's, appeared on his face as he looked at the demon and asked, enunciating each word clearly, "Who gave you permission to ride in my car?"

Wang opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but before he could speak, a dark pistol was pointed at his heart.

Without any hesitation or giving the other party any chance to react, Genji pulled the trigger directly.

Three shots, arranged in a triangular pattern, struck the old man in the chest, instantly destroying his heart. But he did not stop; he fired shot after shot until all the bullets in the gun were emptied.

Finally, he threw away the pistol, pulled out a long red knife, and chopped off the old man's head.

Her white cotton shirt was stained red with blood once more. Genji slowly turned around, looking somewhat apologetically at the old priest standing at the door, and said, "I'll have to trouble you to clean this up. I really like this car; could you please clean it?"

The old priest opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything. In the end, he just nodded.

Genji gave him an apologetic smile, while silently telling herself...

What if the demons return from hell? What if they are unkillable monsters?

His friend—but God.

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