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Lancelot enrolled before Chu Zihang, Nono and Susie. In that class, he and Caesar were regarded as equally matched opponents. The two entered the Student Union and the Lion Heart Club respectively, and in a very short time Rising within, they respectively controlled the core power of the two largest fraternities in the academy. So Lancelot didn't have much problem calling Nono his junior sister.

Nuonuo raised her eyebrows, and her sharp eyebrows curved into a beautiful arc.

At this time, Xia Mi, who had been burying his head in dealing with his two sterile eggs, raised his right hand, and there was a look of expectation on the girl's face that still had some baby fat.

"Well, now that we have arranged the details of the mission and confirmed that no one here has any intention of quitting, can we get started?" Xia Mi sniffed, and his eyes seemed to be flashing with the golden color when the food was uncovered. Guanghui, she touched her flat belly and lowered the corners of her mouth, feeling a little aggrieved.

The old bastard principal invited her to visit the ice cellar and didn't let her have lunch at school. She was so hungry that Xia Mi's stomach growled.

Nuonuo was stunned for a moment, then smiled, her wine-red pupils seeming to reflect the glimmer of autumn.

"Let's get going," she said.

Xia Mi let out a cheer, then skillfully cooked a piece of meat for himself, covered it with egg liquid, swallowed it in one gulp, drank a full glass of sake, and exhaled into the air with satisfaction.

"So satisfying..."

"Well, junior sister..." Nono lowered her head and came to Xia Mi's side. Her eyebrows were a little shy, and her earlobes were slightly red.

"I want to discuss that matter with you before setting off."

Chapter 204: Bones in the Well

The sky and earth were dark blue and it was raining heavily.

Minamoto had already figured out what was going on with the sudden rain. Eriki's dragon blood boiled when she was angry. The elemental turbulence she caused caused a sharp alternation of hot and cold air in Tokyo Bay, and the rain that had dissipated The clouds gathered again.

I think the researchers at the Tokyo Meteorological Bureau must be very busy at this time. Tokyo, which was gradually being transported into late autumn by the cold current from the four northern islands, suddenly became restless at this moment. The hot air seemed to have hit the mountains reaching into the sky in the southernmost part of Shikoku Island, and returned to the city again. Then the moisture gathers into rain clouds. Temperatures are rising, which has led to drastic changes in climate conditions within Tokyo, with rainfall almost three times more than at the same time in previous years.

These changes are terrifying.

Japan is originally an extremely unstable island country with a loose geological structure and is always at risk of capsizing in ocean trenches. Tokyo is a city located on an active volcano.

Mount Fuji is one of the largest active volcanoes in the world. The Tokyo Meteorological Director monitors this sacred mountain in the hearts of Japanese people all the time. If there is any abnormality, he will immediately issue a warning to the Tokyo Metropolitan Government. At o'clock yesterday night, the Tokyo Metropolitan Government had received the first warning in ten years.

The black Hummer stood still in the rain like a crawling beast. Yuan Zhisheng lit a soft seven-star and slowly exhaled green smoke. Sakura in the driver's seat immediately handed Yuan Zhisheng a glass of strong wine.

Mr. Masamune and the head of the Inuyama family have already left Japan and arrived in Chicago. Facing the harsh criticism of the secret party, it seems that the family has to pay a huge price to appease the anger of the big shots in the mixed-race world. The head of the Fuma family, Wakatou, still stayed in Osaka, commanding the ninjas of the Fuma family to annihilate and eradicate the fierce ghost strongholds in the mountains.

With the current situation of the family, as the young master of the Amaterasu and Jakiki eight families, it is certainly impossible for Minamoto Chisheng to stay in the White Feather Dog Shrine all the time. He needs to be in charge of Genji Heavy Industry. At the same time, there are too many things going on tonight, whether it is the suspected brother on the street. Silla's roar or the gunshots in the heart of Shinjuku are both important factors that can cause panic. The governor of Tokyo is urging the Snakekihachi family to give a reasonable explanation.

People in politics are very difficult to deal with. Minamoto has no talent in this area. He can only wait for Mr. Masamune to return from Chicago or the Fuma family to return to Tokyo from Osaka.

This is a dark coast, obviously far away from the harbor area that ordinary people can access. There are no commercial buildings around. Looking around, you can only see those monster-like signal towers and huge metal towers standing in the hazy rain. The skeleton reflects the cold skylight.

In addition, there are only endless rocky beaches and black undulating sea. One by one, gray and white cement pillars extend towards the depths of the sea. It is an unfinished trestle used for unloading cargo.

A long time ago, this place was planned to be a new international shipping port. However, due to various reasons, the plan was shelved. The family rented this place and built an artificial offshore platform called Xumizuo here.

Usually, only the family's industries are loaded and unloaded here, and the customs will specifically release the Sheqiba family's prohibited goods, such as addictive drugs and weapons purchased from the United States and Europe.

Yuan Zhisheng's right hand was stroking the wallet, and the photo in the mezzanine had begun to curl up and turn yellow.

Looking around, this dilapidated dock is surrounded by rusty containers. The air is filled with a slight smell of engine oil and rust. Several large apricot-red cranes stand quietly under the rain, like dead giants. of skeletons.

As an important asset of the family, Xumiza has been docked in Tokyo Bay for a long time. Xumizuo played an important role in the Jiyuan Plan originally formulated by the academy. Not only did it need to provide logistical support to the Chu Zihang team performing the dive mission, it also needed to ensure that if the Jiyuan operation failed, the ancient dragon embryos would hatch in advance and escape. God will not wander to Tokyo.

After many years of keeping a low profile, the Fierce Ghosts already have the power to compete head-on with the eight Sheqi families in local wars. Since they can dispatch a group of dead servants to attack the headquarters commissioners, they can also use their elites to launch a fierce attack on Genji Heavy Industries and destroy the rock. Liu Institute, then it is difficult to guarantee that the evil spirits will not attack Xumizuo.

Even though the elite members of the family and the executive bureau gathered in Xumizuo, Yuan Zhisheng was not completely reassured, so he asked Sakura to drive to the port held by this family. The speedboat is docked at the pier, and it only takes 20 minutes to get to the sea area where Xumizuo is located. Once the fierce ghosts really launch an attack from the sea, Yuan Zhisheng will rush to support immediately.

The torrential rain was as fast as a curtain of water, but after all, it was just the gathering of rain clouds caused by the elemental turbulence caused by Eriyi's anger. With such a huge amount of rain falling, the black clouds that originally stretched across the sky like mountains have now become... Got to be thin. The hazy skylight shines through the gaps between clouds, reflecting the raindrops like silver cow hair.

Yuan Zhisheng hid in the shadows, and Sakura could only see the flickering light of the cigarette in the rearview mirror.

Sakura had always known that this man was a taciturn person, but today Minamoto was in a particularly troubled mood. He was thinking about many things, probably all related to the child named Minamoto.

At this time, Yuan Zhisheng seemed to have suddenly made up his mind. He took a long drag on the cigarette, and the light suddenly became brighter. Then the car window was opened a crack, and the man's well-jointed fingers flicked softly. Qixing's cigarette butt then spun and fell into the rain curtain, was beaten hard by the water droplets falling from the sky, and fell into the muddy water.

He picked up the liquor that Sakura had just handed him and drank it in one gulp. The cell phone that was lying upside down on his knee had already silently dialed the number of an old man who was currently traveling to Chicago to endure humiliation on behalf of his family.

At this moment, Masamune Tachibana, who was 14 time differences away in Chicago, had already arrived at the hotel arranged for them by the college. When he was still in Japan, Tachibana Masamune traveled back and forth between Tokyo and Osaka. After the Tokyo Street Deadpool incident, he took a private plane to Chicago non-stop. The fatigue of traveling and traveling all the way made this old man who was over fifty years old exhausted. His eyes were bloodshot, and his complexion looked sickly pale.

The envoy from the college was on his way to this hotel. Tachibana Masamune and Inuyama Ga had just bathed and changed clothes and were preparing to take a short rest.

Yuan Zhisheng called at this moment.

Tachibana Masamune's expression changed. He turned around and went to the balcony to stop and look at the sparkling Chicago River in the distance and the cruise ship carrying many girls in white skirts. The girls' singing was long and clear, accompanied by the wind coming from the south bank. .

No one spoke after the phone was picked up. Masamune Tachibana could only hear the man's deep breathing. He took a long breath and the wrinkles on his face relaxed.

"Remember that Shikatori Shrine, dad?" Yuan Zhisheng's voice was hoarse and deep, as if suppressing great fatigue and sadness.

Masamune Tachibana rummaged all over his body and found the cigarette case from the layer of his coat. He lit it and held it in his mouth. When the green smoke rose, his long gray eyebrows frowned slightly.

From this point of view, the old man's smoking posture is exactly the same as Yuan Zhisheng's.

"Well, I still have an impression. I went there once the year before last. I originally planned to persuade local entrepreneurs to invest there. But unfortunately, an earthquake many years ago destroyed all the old houses in that town. All the residents have moved to the resettlement housing complex built by the Kobe government." Masamune Tachibana leaned on the railing, looking lonely, "Shikatori Shrine is also abandoned. After Miyaji passed away the second year after you left, there is no one there anymore. Managed.”

When talking about Kadori Shrine, both Minamoto no Chisei and Tachibana Masamune had many feelings.

"For an old man like me, every time I lose something worth remembering, it's one less thing. When I lose everything, it will be time for me to die." Tachibana Masamune sighed slowly.

"Dad, what nonsense are you talking about? The family still needs you. It is really irresponsible to talk about life and death at this time." Yuan Zhisheng scolded in a low voice, "ばか."

Tachibana Masamune was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "I am indeed a stupid child, but you are the most suitable person to be the head of the family."

Yuan Zhisheng fell silent. In fact, all the family heads know this. As long as he grows up, the position of the head of Tachibana Masamune will not be guaranteed, because according to the tradition of the Snake Qihachi family, the person who holds the position of head of the family must be the true emperor. Minamoto is the Amaterasu of this generation, and the throne on top of the mountains in the Shadow Empire was originally prepared for him.

"When you come back, let's go to the town of Kobe together." Gen Zhisheng said slowly. He didn't want to talk too much with Tachibana Masamune about the position of the head of the family.

"You are a nostalgic person, naive." Tachibana Masamune said.

"Because a lot of my things are buried there." Yuan Zhisheng took a deep breath,

"In my memory, the people in this town made a living by selling souvenirs to tourists who came to visit Shikatori Shrine, so all the boys in the mountains went to the shrine to study. At that time, the palace minister was very optimistic about the young girl and said that he could die after his own death. Then I became the next palace minister, which was a very good job.”

Dense raindrops slapped on the roof of the Hummer like countless palms. The sound inside the car was turbulent and manic, but it also made people feel peaceful inexplicably. Yuan Zhisheng leaned on the seat and closed his eyes, and the past flowed out from his suppressed soul with his words.

Masamune Tachibana was also a little sad. He said: "Jinnu is a good child, but fate is like this. There is nothing we can do about it. If you exchange status with him, maybe he will make the same choice."

"Dad, do you remember that at that time I also supported the young girl to become a palace minister? He is actually really smart and can learn everything very quickly. He learned the dance and etiquette in the shrine best." Yuan Zhisheng said softly. explain.

"Of course I will remember it. How could I not remember it? I still remember that you, Zhisheng, liked to drink Coke the most at that time. When I went to see you from the city, I would bring you that sweet water and we would go hiking together. , when I got tired from climbing, I took out the Coke from my bag and gave it to you, but you never drank it, and always took the Coke back to the little girl." Masamune Tachibana was quite sad when he said these words. He is old. After that, I always liked to feel sentimental. He was the man who vowed to forge a famous sword to kill demons, but he could not escape the passage of time.

Yuan Zhisheng and Yuan Zongnu are the last heirs of the Yuan family. Their bodies are filled with the blood of the emperor. They should have become the best swordsmen.

Yuan Zhisheng chuckled, his laughter was distant and deep, as if it was transmitted from hell to the world. The huge sadness was as turbulent as the sea water hidden under the ice, and the violent waves roared out from the man's heart.

"The childish thing is not your fault. People of our generation are born to sacrifice many things for the sake of justice. Evil ghosts cannot live in this world. We have no choice." Tachibana Masamune said with relief, as he thought Yuan Zhisheng probably had some changes in his mentality after experiencing the attack on Genji Heavy Industries by the fierce ghosts. This is normal, as young people's minds are inherently unstable.

What's more, Yuan Zhisheng is the young man with the best blood among the eight Sheqi families. God's blood flows in his body. The so-called god is just a synonym for dragon, and dragon is usually synonymous with violence and mania.

"I know, dad, you don't need to comfort me, what I want to say is..."

Yuan Zhisheng hesitated at this moment, but still said quietly, "He's back, Zhimu, he's back from hell."

"You...?" Masamune Tachibana's Adam's apple rolled, as if cold ice was piercing every pore of his body from all directions. The old man was wrapped in such intense fear at this moment.

He shuddered slowly and hard.

"How is that possible?!" Tachibana Masamune's pupils shrank to the shape of needles, and his voice was sharp and accompanied by trembling. It was obvious that these words from Yuan Zhisheng had a big impact on the white-haired old man.

"The young girl holds the position of 'Dragon King' among the fierce ghosts, and her status is equivalent to my position in the family." Yuan Zisheng's tone was calm, and his expression did not change much, but a huge wave of waves was in his heart. The sea is rolling.

After listening to Sakura's description and seeing the bloody hunting clothes at the Yamanaka Shrine, Genji was still not sure that the young man who led the attack on Genji Heavy Industries' Rock Flow Research Institute was his brother who had been dead for many years.

Yuan Zhisheng is the best hybrid, and his memory will never be biased. Yuan Zhisheng should be dead. Her heart was cut by a spider and her organs were smashed. With the piece stained with his own blood and the girls The blood turned scarlet and the hunting clothes were sunk together in the old abandoned well. The manhole cover was made of heavy pig iron and had an iron lock strong enough to tie an elephant.

The thing that can come back from death will never be a human being. He is a ghost, a very evil ghost and a very powerful ghost. Even the seals left by the priests in the family shrine cannot trap him.

He came for revenge.

"What do you want to do?" After the initial fear and confusion, Tachibana Masamune quickly calmed down. He is the person who can save the Snake Qihachi family from the brink of collapse and bring it back to its peak. Such a person will eventually become a great figure in any era.

He is so tenacious and his heart is so strong that he will not be defeated by fear, so he soon realized that Yuan Zhisheng probably didn't want to scare him when he called him at this time.

Amaterasu has made his own decision.

"The evil ghost I killed will fight with me again. It doesn't matter. It's just a war." Yuan Zhisheng took the bottle filled with strong liquor from Sakura's side to his side, took a sip and then caressed it slowly. Spider-cut hilt,

"It's time to put the war with the fierce ghosts on the agenda. The goal of the young girl is obviously to prevent us from killing the gods. They don't need to defeat the family, they just need to hold the family back so that we can't help the commissioners of the department to implement the Jiyuan Plan . Time is not on our side, God will always recover, and the whole of Japan will tremble when she returns."

Tachibana Masamune didn't speak for a long time, and the only sound left was the distant sound of wind and rain on the other side of the phone.

Chapter 205: Ms. Eriya, Something is Wrong with You (1)

Staying at the White Feather Dog Shrine was obviously a pretty good experience for Chu Zihang's group, except that Chu Zihang had some insomnia at night. Lu Mingfei could see a pair of yellow-orange vertical pupils staring straight at him as soon as he opened his eyes. Apart from being a little scared, I don't have many shortcomings.

Lu Mingfei got up early the next day because Eliyi knocked on the door outside. According to Chu Zihang who got up and opened the door, he said that Boss Lu, Master Gattuso and Fingel were sleeping and snoring like dead pigs. Shocked, Chu Zihang then woke up Lu Mingfei, forced him to put on his clothes, and kicked the guy out of the door.

Eriyi probably got up early and dressed herself up beautifully, with a natural look and a rosy complexion.

She wore a black half-length pleated skirt with a black ear-trimmed sweatshirt. In addition, she put on flesh-colored stockings on her slender and tight legs, and black high-heeled boots on her feet. The plain white skin shone like pearls in the sunshine after the rain.

When Lu Mingfei yawned and rubbed his eyes before going out, Eryi was standing in the courtyard, looking at herself carefully through the smooth mirror-like water surface of the pool. The wind brought out layers of ripples, and the girl's reflection was like a dream. Illusive.

She quickly noticed that Lu Mingfei had come out, and her eyes immediately became bright, narrowed and bent into the shape of a willow leaf. Eriki thinks the boy with messy hair in front of her is so cute.

"It's quite beautiful." Lu Mingfei said vaguely. He wiped the corner of his mouth and held a mineral water bottle in his hand. He gargled and spat it out among a bunch of flowers. Then he took it off his shoulder and gave it to them in the shrine. Pour water on the towel you prepared, rub it, and then wipe your face carefully.

Eli Yi stood in front of Lu Mingfei, her upper body slightly leaning forward, her hands behind her back, quietly watching Lu Mingfei rinse his mouth and face, and then continued to tinker with his chicken coop-like hair in the air. The girl covered her mouth and smiled softly. The gentle mountain breeze and the cool fragrance of the girl hit Lu Mingfei's face when he just woke up and was still a little dazed. It was as hard as a sword trying to pierce his heart. Resist.

"Brother said we can go out and play today." Hui Liyi showed Lu Mingfei the note she had written a long time ago. She was like a deer in the forest, and she jumped to Lu Mingfei's side as her skirt rose and fell. He raised his head to look at the man's droopy eyes.

Lu Mingfei scratched his hair and put his hand above his brow bone to block the slightly dazzling sunlight: "Where do you want to play?"

"Let's go shopping." Eriki's eyes were shining, and her face was unabashedly filled with hope.

"It's a bit chaotic outside. Did Yuan Zhisheng really agree?" Lu Mingfei looked at Hui Liyi's eyes with some suspicion, his eyes moved from her smooth forehead to her long and neat eyelashes, where the sunlight fell so that it could be reflected on her cheeks. Thin shadows. Finally, he looked at Eriki's eyes. Her eyes reflected the golden sunshine. Lu Mingfei tilted his head, and Eriki also tilted her head. The hair hanging down by her ears was caught by the wind like a seductive string. After lifting it up, Lu Mingfei stretched out his hand to help her tidy it up.

Such a big thing happened to the Snake Qihachi family yesterday. Genji Heavy Industries was attacked by fierce ghosts, and most of the research materials in the Yanliu Research Institute were damaged and lost. A group of Deadpools suddenly appeared on the streets of Tokyo. Although they were finally solved by Chu Zihang's team, the wreckage and blood stains were also handled by our specialized agency. However, it is conceivable that the smell of blood in that area cannot be completely washed away even after last night's heavy rain. Anyone can You will feel horrified when you get close to it, thinking that some big dog owner from the mountains has actually opened a slaughterhouse in Tokyo.

This time can be regarded as an eventful time. The heads of the Sheqihachi family should be highly concentrated. Their attention to Kaguya, the Kagebi Layer, the Strategy Department and Eri must have reached an unprecedented level. I think the security measures are also It will be increased by two or three times in the near future. Unexpectedly, Minamoto Zhisheng would let Eri hang out with a man like him whom he had only met for a few days.

"Brother, I must tell you that you can protect me." Eryi's eyes were shining brightly. She hugged Lu Mingfei's arm, unaware that her proud breasts were teasing Boss Lu's eager desire through the touch of her skin. .

After all, Eri is actually a simple and a bit silly child. Although she has tried very hard to learn to accept the world, for many years the only way to understand the outside world has been through various animations.

When Yuan Zhisheng said, "Lu Jun can protect you well", to Eri Yi, it sounded like "Lu Jun is a knight who can protect you all your life, my dear Yimo Duo." It seemed like he was trying to kill her. A declaration entrusted to Lu Mingfei's somewhat passionate brother.

Lu Mingfei's heart moved after reading Hui Liyi's note, and he was immediately relieved. He has already shown enough strength in front of Yuan Zhisheng. Thinking about it, even if the Yanliu Research Institute is destroyed, there is still no problem in getting an anatomy table. After such a long time, the Snake Qihachi family probably knows what kind of monsters those snake-like deadpools created by Herzog are. They The steel-like gnawing muscle tissue, their dense bone structure and the kind of hematopoietic stem cells that retain strong activity even after death, every parameter is explaining a shocking fact to the leaders of the Snake Qihachi family, that The fact is that if the demons still have a larger number of snake-like deadpools, Japan's so-called order in the shadows will soon become a joke.

Even Yuan Zhisheng would not be able to fight against such a number of snake-like deadpools at the same time without using the word spirit.