Zhu Yuanlong's ability is called 'Body of Tyrant Dragon'.
This ability gives him extremely strong physical fitness. At the same time, he can absorb the four natural forces of wind, thunder, water and fire to recover from all injuries and be immune to damage from these four forces.
However, this recovery has its limits. Once it exceeds the limit, it will begin to damage lifespan.
Originally, he would not be burned by flames, but after exceeding the limit, his immunity to flames would disappear, which also means that every time he recovers from his injuries, he will start to lose lifespan.
Judging from the carbonization of his skin, he has exceeded his limit.
"Vermilion Boat!!!"
Zhu Yuanlong knew that he could not break free from the control of the ritual, and his hatred could only turn into angry roars.
Suddenly, he heard an evil laugh in his ears: "Hehehehe!"
The strange laughter calmed him down instantly, and he inexplicably remembered a coin his cousin gave him before leaving.
His cousin is named Zhu Jiuyang, who is only six years old this year and always likes to say some weird things. He happened to meet Zhu Jiuyang before he went out, and the other party gave him this coin, saying that it would bring him good luck.
“That coin!”
Zhu Yuanlong gritted his teeth and slowly touched his chest. Sure enough, there was a coin embedded in his chest.
His clothes had long since turned to ashes in the flames. The coin should have been in his pocket, but now it strangely appeared on his chest and was firmly embedded in the flesh. It was obviously not an ordinary coin.
"Is this... a clown coin?"
Zhu Yuanlong's hands no longer had any sense of touch, but by touching the uneven texture on the surface of the coin, he still imagined a strange smiling face in his mind.
He remembered that when Zhu Jiuyang gave him the coin, the surface of the coin had a very ordinary pattern, completely different from the smiling face now.
“Zhu Jiuyang, if I survive… ahhhh!”
Zhu Yuanlong wanted to pick the coin out, but it was firmly embedded in his flesh and there was no way to get it out.
For a moment, the smiling face on the coin exuded an evil aura, and the strange laughter of a clown seemed to be heard in the flames.
…
A base somewhere of the Zhu family.
A boy over one meter tall and thin was sitting on the sofa eating grapes. He was holding a comic book in his hand and reading it with great interest.
In the comic strip, there was a scene of Zhu Yuanlong roaring angrily, and also a scene of Zhu Hongfang looking at the firebird ambitiously.
"Jiuyang, have you accomplished what your uncle asked you to do?" Zhu Zeming came in from outside and asked in a flattering manner.
Zhu Jiuyang closed the comic book, picked up a grape and put it in his mouth, saying lightly: "It's almost time. The one you want to kill... Zhang Pingping will die soon."
"It's Zhang Ping, don't get the target wrong." Zhu Zeming corrected.
Zhu Jiuyang said impatiently, "I know, uncle, you promised me that after killing Zhang Pingping, you would give me a specimen of the marine man. Don't break your promise."
"Of course, I have already got it from the ocean people. I will make it into a specimen and send it to you soon, but the premise is..." Zhu Zeming said with a smile.
Zhu Jiuyang opened the comic book and said proudly, "At 12 o'clock tonight at the latest, Zhang Pingping will be dead!"