"I didn't expect that the noble Yamamoto Kazuki would change his life. It wouldn't be nice to spread the news." Ye Huang looked at Yamamoto Kazuki and said with a sneer, but his heart was already disturbed by the news the other party said.
My mind becomes restless.
In his mind, the voice and smile of the wind chimes were like a slide projector, and pictures flashed by, tangled in Ye Huang's heart.
For a long time, Ye Huang had felt so guilty about Feng Chime's death that even after several years, he still didn't dare to take another look at the photo.
A while ago, his grandfather called him to take out the photo from the study. It was just a vague outline, which made Ye Huang lose his calmness in an instant, which was enough to show the status of the wind chime in his heart.
Originally, Ye Huang thought that the incident with the wind chime was over and his beloved would never appear in front of him again.
But now, Yamamoto Kazuki's words made him see the light again.
Is the wind chime still alive?
After hearing this, Ye Huang felt that his whole head was completely in a vacuum, and his thinking was completely in a state of panic, as if it was difficult to digest such a message.
But soon, Ye Huang got out of this state. He had to confirm whether the news was accurate.
"Haha, whether it sounds good or not is another matter. It's better to die than to live. Don't you Chinese people often say this?" Yamamoto Kazuki smiled faintly, still calm, as if Emperor Ye would definitely let him go.
"Mr. Ye, you have to make a decision quickly. As far as I know, I, Yamamoto Kazuki, was not the one who wanted to stop you today. If others come over, it will be uncomfortable for you and me."
The sirens in the distance were getting closer and closer. Although Yamamoto Kazuki looked calm and composed, he was actually a little anxious inside.
If we were really blocked by people from this beautiful country, no one in front of us would be able to get any benefits.
"You don't need to remind me about this. After I ask some questions, if I think it's worth it, I will naturally let you go."
With a cold face, Ye Huang glanced around, noticed that there was no movement and said calmly.
"Well, I don't know much. If you ask too detailed questions, I'm afraid there's nothing I can do."
After spreading his hands, Yamamoto Kazuki continued.
"I'm afraid you won't tell me if I ask more, but if you want to leave, you must provide equivalent information."
"What? The news that your woman is not dead is not enough?" Yamamoto Kazuki looked stern, and his heart suddenly started to beat.
Could it be that this kid doesn't have much affection for Nangong Fengzhong?
If this was really the case, he would be a little excited today. After glancing at the old man beside Ye Huang and the Western Nianqing man who could transform into a werewolf, Yamamoto Kazuki felt a little unsure in his heart.
"It's just a sentence. Anyone can say it. How do I know the truth of what you say?"
"So you are worried about this. Mr. Ye, there is no need to worry. I, Yamamoto Kazuki, am a respectable person no matter what. How can I be trivial. If Mr. Ye still doesn't believe me, I have a photo here. You can take it and take a look."
With that said, Kazuki Yamamoto took out a photo from his arms and handed it to Emperor Ye.
"Sir, be careful of fraud."
Next to him, Nalan Qianqi reminded him that he still had fresh memories of Yamamoto Kazuki's aggressive style in the Xiaoxing'an Mountains in the northeast, and he was good at using poison, so he was really afraid of Ye Huang's approach.
"fine."
Ye Huang said lightly, walked forward slowly, and took the photo from Yamamoto Kazuki's hand.
It didn't matter what he saw. Ye Huang was once again stunned on the spot just like before, but the right hand holding the photo slowly started to tremble.
The three Dark Shura people who saw this scene took a step forward involuntarily. When they saw the photo, they were completely shocked.
In the photo, there are two people in total. On the left is an old man in black who looks to be in his seventies or eighties. He is dressed in black robes, with only a pair of eyes exposed, giving him a strange feeling.
Almost at a glance, Ye Huang recognized the old man in black as the old man in the photo that Ye Huang saw in his grandfather's study not long ago.
Next to the old man in black is a cold figure, also wearing a black windbreaker, with neat broken hair, looking straight ahead with cold eyes, with a kind of indifference, as if he has no enthusiasm for anything.
Indifferent.
However, it was this face and a pair of eyes that made Ye Huang almost unable to move his eyes anymore.
He knew that his previous guess was correct. The person in the photo that made him fall into painful memories again in his grandfather's study was the person in the photo in front of him.
But Ye Huang still didn't understand why the dead wind chime came back to life.
For a moment, Ye Huang fell into deep thought, and his mind was completely absorbed.
After a long time, after being reminded by Dark Shura, Emperor Ye finally came to his senses.
"Where is she now?"
Just by looking at it, Ye Huang was sure that it was a wind chime, so he asked Yamamoto Kazuki directly without making any further detours.
"I don't know. I got this photo by chance when I went to the headquarters not long ago. I didn't pay attention to it at first, but then I remembered what you asked me about, so I took it over and looked at it to confirm it."
"You both belong to the Dark Holy See, don't you know?"
Ye Huang's eyes turned cold and somewhat sulky.
Now Ye Huang is eager to get the news about Feng Chime. He wants to find her and find his lost lover back.
"Emperor Ye, it's not surprising that he doesn't know. Although the Dark Holy See is known as an organization to the outside world, its internal structure is actually quite complex, and the deacons in each region are different, and there are also hostile relationships with each other."
Next to him, Dark Shura, who knew something about the Dark Holy See, explained.
"I can't tell that this man knows the structure of our Dark Holy See very well. Doesn't he know his name?
"Idiot, you don't even know about the famous Dark Shura. You are really ignorant."
Before Dark Shura could announce himself, Nalan Qianqi next to him began to curse.
In a word, Yamamoto Kazuki's face darkened, and the dark old man's face also darkened.
"No wonder, I, Yamamoto Kazuki, lost well today. With two generations of Shuras together, it's really not that difficult to win." Yamamoto Kazuki sighed somewhat depressedly.
It can be said that today we have lost everything.
"I find that your mouth is getting more and more mean." He glared at the talkative Nalan Qianqi fiercely, and Dark Shura turned his head to look at Yamamoto Kazuki.
"Who is the old man in the photo? Answer this question and we will let you go."
"He is the deacon of the European branch of the Dark Holy See. I don't know his name. I don't have much dealings with him."
Yamamoto Kazuki hesitated for a moment and agreed.
Revealing this secret would put Yamamoto Kazuki under a lot of pressure. All his direct descendants in the Far East had been lost. I am afraid that he would inevitably be punished if he returned to the Holy See.
