In the night, the car drove into an old manor in a remote part of Tokyo.

Jingu and Sougai got out of the car one after another, and the servant who had been waiting for a long time quickly moved forward to guide them.

Even though it has been in decline for many years, the Suga family still has some heritage. The entire manor is thousands of square meters in size, but the entire manor cannot hide its decadence and there are few people.

Su Gaai held Jingu's arm, her expression did not change much. For her, this was just a strange place.

In the main hall, the lights were not turned on. Instead, flickering candlelight flickered in front of everyone's table. The person in the main seat used a screen to cover his figure, and he could only see through the shadow that he was an old man.
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Sitting around were relatives whom Su Wo Ai could not name or recognize at all. Some had straight faces, while others smiled at her.

The position far away from the main seat seemed to be a place prepared for Jingu and Su Gaai. Jingu sat down with Su Gaai and looked at the figure on the main table with interest.

The first person to speak was not the old man in the chief position, but a middle-aged man in the auxiliary position. He cleared his throat and showed a kind smile.

"Xiao Ai, do you still remember me? I am your uncle, the uncle you had when you were a child."

"Don't remember."

Su Wo Ai shook his head. The man's face froze slightly, then turned into a warm smile and continued.

"It doesn't matter if you don't remember. You were still young at that time and couldn't remember things. But my uncle has always remembered you. The family has declined so much over the years that he has never been able to take care of you, which has caused you so many years of suffering."

"Not bad."

Su Gaai's bland reply made the other party seem a little confused about how to continue speaking, so he shifted his target to Jingu and said respectfully.

"Yu Ming is the god that my niece serves, Lord Jingu, right?"

"Well, if you have something to say, just say it. Stop talking nonsense. It's a waste of time."

Shengong plucked his ears, he was not a very calm person.

This indifferent behavior suddenly made some people couldn't help but jump out and make a bad face.

"You little mountain god, you are so rude."

As a result, before he finished speaking, he was slapped hard by an invisible strong wind and flew away.

In an instant, everyone stood up in surprise, with angry expressions on their faces, as if they were about to retaliate, but were stopped by the middle-aged man's gesture.

"I'm sorry, Lord Jingu. There are some juniors in the clan who don't know the power of the gods. Please don't take it to heart if they just say nonsense."

"Heh."

The man who was slapped flying out was picked up by several servants and taken out of the main hall. The shrine just chuckled twice.

The shrine doesn't find it strange. Yingzhou is animistic, and 99% of the so-called eight million are made up, just like monsters. A nameless god like him is basically equal to the little god of the mountains.

Although most of these big families seem to be mortals and only have a few Onmyoji inheritance, they each have their own big family shrine, such as the Kasuga Taisha Shrine mentioned by Masato Takaji.

Of course, if we go into more details, we will have to discuss the types of beliefs in Yingzhou, so let’s not mention them for now.

All in all, the attitudes of both Ying Sicheng and the Suwa family are normal.

The nameless little fox demon and the evil reputation of Tamamo-mae cannot be generalized. Naturally, in their eyes, the nameless little mountain god cannot be compared with the well-known life-controlling gods.

In Yingzhou, there is not much difference between being a god and being a demon. If Tamamo-mae is willing to hide himself and occupy a shrine, he can directly say that he is the xx god of life.

In the final analysis, you still have to show your strength to be respected.

The middle-aged man thought for a while and said: "Since Lord Jingu doesn't like nonsense, let's get straight to the point."

"Although the family did not provide any help to Su Wo Ai in the past, it would be different if it were you."

Jingu glanced at Soga Ai. His little miko remained silent, just lowered her eyes and looked at her hands, then raised her head and looked at Jingu.

"Talk about benefits?" Shen Gong laughed.

"Yes." The middle-aged man talked eloquently.

"As long as Lord Jingu guarantees that Soga Ai will be your officiating shrine maiden, and that the successor will be Soga Ai's descendant, then the next head of the Soga family will definitely be Soga Ai."

"The Soga clan will enshrine your shrine as a family shrine. Although it has been in decline for thousands of years, the Soga clan still has a lot of heritage and I believe it can meet your needs."

"Money, land, personnel, faith, these are not problems. The operation of a shrine often requires continuous investment. It will be different if there is the full support of the Soga family."

"And this is not an exchange of interests, but a normal win-win situation. Su Gaai has the power to inherit the family and is also your first miko. This is how it should be, isn't it?"

In Yingzhou, it is difficult for shrines to make money on their own, especially for small shrines that are not well-known. Most shrine maidens and priests run the shrine part-time.

Major shrines basically have family or official backgrounds, such as the Fujiwara family's Kasuga Taisha Shrine, the Genji family's Hachimangu Shrine, the Taira family's Itsukushima Shrine, etc.

The most famous one is naturally the Ise Jingu Shrine, which is dominated by the imperial family of Yingzhou. For example, Inari Shrine is one of the very few that can be spread all over Yingzhou and still have a steady stream of worshipers.

"What do you think of Lord Jingu?" The man sat down and asked Jingu.

It sounds sincere, but...

"That's good, but why do you think I need these things?"

Shengong's gaze swept around, the vertical pupils in his eyes bloomed, and everyone who was swept by his gaze had a chill running down their spines.

"Faith?"

The air in the room was slowly drawn out, and a substantial sense of heaviness pressed on everyone.

"People? Land?"

Under this physical oppression, some people were already lying on the desk, unable to get up, and their faces turned red.

"Money? Ha!"

The shrine sneered and exhaled like a long dragon, shaking like thunder. The man was directly embedded in the wall panel with this breath.

"What makes you think I really need this? Putting aside the wealth of the world, if I really want it."

Shengong slowly raised his hand, and everyone felt that their lungs were being pulled up by invisible hands, rising to their throats, almost suffocating.

"How difficult is it?"

If you do it, nothing is impossible.

"But didn't you agree to the Yingji family's request for one billion to resolve the war?"

The old man behind the screen finally spoke out, his voice hoarse as if two leather belts were pulling each other.

Reaching out to open the screen, an old man who was so old that it was hard to believe he was still alive was sitting in the main seat. The exposed skin on his body had aging spots, as well as shocking scars and sutures.

It's like everything is pieced together. Every breath is as breathy as a gossamer, and there is no sense of the steps of inhalation and exhalation.

"You are finally willing to speak." Shen Gong put down his hand, and immediately everyone resumed breathing, panting heavily, and their flushed faces began to return to normal.

"Just kidding, I'm just a damned person named Su Wo Rulu. I didn't want to show up."

The old man spit out a name that was hard to ignore, and even Sogai raised his head in surprise.
Chapter completed!