Chapter 47 The Death of Tokugawa and the Spread of Blood
In the courtyard, Tokugawa Sarotaka sprinkled fish food into the pond and watched the fish vying for food. One by one, they came to the surface of the water. The sound of fish tails flapping was endless, and there were layers of ripples on the water.
, swaying green lotus leaves.
Tokugawa Zoro laughed.
"what are you laughing at?"
Zhou Ming walked out of the darkness step by step, carrying a strong bloody aura, and walked to Tokugawa Zoro.
As if sensing the arrival of natural enemies, the fish in the pond dispersed and sank to the bottom of the water. The water rippled on the surface of the pond, gradually becoming clearer and becoming completely silent.
"Look, these fish are so much like the people of the world!"
Tokugawa Zoro sprinkled all the remaining fish food into the water at any time, but this time still no fish dared to float up to grab the food.
"Kindness makes you near, power makes you far away, kindness makes you support, and harshness makes you fearful. Mr. Zhou, do you have any ideas about governing the world?"
"..."
Zhou Ming said nothing and slowly pulled out the long knife from his waist.
"I am not interested in governing the world, but I am very interested in chaos, because... you are fishing in troubled waters."
The knife fell on Tokugawa Zoro's shoulder, Zhou Ming said calmly: "If you have any last words, let's say them now."
Tokugawa Zoro looked at Zhou Ming intently, and suddenly seemed to understand something, and sighed: "So you are not a samurai."
Zhou Ming sneered: "I never said I was a warrior."
"It seems that there is nothing more to say." Tokugawa Zoro sighed, took the initiative to move towards the blade, and cut his own throat open with a gentle stroke.
Blood spurts out.
Plop!
Tokugawa Zoro's body fell limply to the ground, his eyes fixed on Zhou Ming, and he refused to close his eyes until he died.
"I think it's clear." Zhou Ming had no expression on his face, kicked Tokugawa Zoro's body into the pool, turned around and left.
The blood spilled out in strands and pieces, dyeing the water red. The fish resurfaced and slurped up the blood. They gathered around the floating body of Tokugawa Zoro and gnawed hard...
"Come on, everything is coming to an end soon."
Zhou Ming raised his head and saw the setting sun gradually becoming dusk, the sky filled with red clouds, and his figure like a ghost, flickering and disappearing.
…
"Is Mr. Zhou back?"
Oda Heizang was pacing anxiously in the courtyard, restless, and from time to time he would ask Matsui Kyonobu next to him. After not getting the answer he wanted, he continued to walk around restlessly.
"Why hasn't Mr. Zhou come back yet?"
"If the person who comes is not kind, I will know that the person who comes is not kind!"
"That's Tokugawa Yamato! Although Zhou Jun is powerful, he is too young after all. Compared with Tokugawa Yamato..."
"If I had known, I would have stopped Zhou Jun from going to the appointment!"
"Zhou Jun is too impulsive, too impulsive! If something happens to him when he goes there, I will be in trouble!"
"Oh, why didn't you remind me?"
Oda Heizou rambled on, sometimes blaming Zhou Ming, sometimes feeling sorry for himself, and sometimes blaming Matsui Kyonobu next to him.
Matsui, who was shot innocently, felt very helpless, but he also knew that they were now in a very dangerous moment.
Tokugawa Zoro is not easy to deal with. Once something happens to Zhou Ming, they lose their bargaining chip and face the powerful Tokugawa Zoro...
I'm afraid I won't even have the chance to return to Koriyama Castle and become a daimyo again!
"Report!"
At this time, a samurai broke in and knelt in front of Oda Heizang with an anxious face.
"How's it going? How's Zhou Jun doing?"
At this time, Oda Heizo had completely lost his previous reserve, rushed up and grabbed the samurai and asked.
"Zhou, Master Zhou Ming..." The warrior stumbled, he couldn't believe the news he had received, and was speechless for a moment.
"How is he? Tell me! Tell me quickly!" Oda Heizo was so anxious that he grabbed the samurai and shook him.
Even Matsui Xiexin no longer adhered to the etiquette of being a subordinate, and wanted to know Zhou Ming's situation.
"Lord Zhou Ming...he has killed Tokugawa Yamato!" the samurai shouted with all his strength.
"You win?" Oda Heizo was overjoyed, "Where is Zhou Jun now? Has he returned?"
"Sir, sir." The samurai swallowed and said cautiously: "Tokugawa Zoro ambushed a hundred soldiers. After Lord Zhou Ming's victory, he rushed into the Tokugawa Gym to kill Lord Zhou Ming..."
"One hundred and ten people!" Matsui Xiexin next to him took a breath, "If there is such a big commotion, no one in Kyoto will take care of it?"
"This..." The warrior didn't know whether he should answer this.
"Tokugawa Zoro, you bastard! Scumbag! Bastard!" Oda Heizo was furious, jumping to his feet and yelling without any regard for image.
Matsui Xiexin looked sad and asked sadly: "Well, then Mr. Zhou has..."
"Lord Zhou Ming, Lord Zhou Ming..."
When the warrior said this, his eyes suddenly gleamed, and he shouted with infinite reverence: "Master Zhou Ming, he killed hundreds of people, killed dozens of people, and completely defeated the enemy! Then..."
"Then what, has Tokugawa Zoro learned about this? Although this thing sounds so untrue, even I can't believe it! But Tokugawa Zoro must have been crazy when he heard this! He must be!
"
Oda Heizo felt that his spirit was greatly stimulated, and he had some doubts about the authenticity of this world.
Is it possible for humans to fight one against a hundred?
Am I dreaming?
The samurai swallowed again, and his eyes shone with even stronger reverence than before: "Tokugawa Zoro is dead! Master Zhou Ming came to the door and killed him with a single knife!"
"Oh, he's dead. I thought he was mad and wanted to launch an army to destroy us." Oda Heizo relaxed, laughed, and then——
"Gah! Tokugawa Zoro, he is dead?"
"Killed by Zhou Jun?!"
…
The news of Tokugawa Zoro's death spread rapidly throughout the upper echelons of Kyoto.
The death of Saru Tokugawa, the most powerful daimyo among all the daimyo and considered the most likely to be the next king, gave many people the same idea as Oda Heizo. They once thought that they were living in a dream.
Or listening to fantasy stories.
After repeatedly confirming the authenticity of the news, all the daimyo felt very complicated and did not know how to face the situation.
It stands to reason that since Tokugawa Zoro is dead, they have lost one of their biggest competitors, which should be a happy event worth celebrating. However, none of the daimyo are happy.
Like a dark cloud weighing heavily in their hearts, the daimyo could only feel a storm, a storm of chaos brewing. Tokugawa Zoro's death was a precursor to the chaos that was about to break out.
The big one is coming...
What made the daimyo even more incredible was Nohara Momonosuke's attitude.
After learning that Tokugawa Sataka was dead, Nohara Momonosuke actually didn't say anything. Instead, he sent people to tell the daimyo not to miss the dinner.
Tonight's dinner will still be held as usual.
The sky gradually dimmed until the last shadow of the sun fell below the horizon. The waning moon rose in the east. Under the night, thousands of lights lit up Kyoto. Because of the monarch's amnesty order, the whole Kyoto was very lively tonight.
However, beneath the bustle, there was a blood color that no one noticed, which was slowly spreading and gradually covering the entire Kyoto...