"This is impossible!" The head of the Sakurai family lost his countenance, "'God' is already dead, and it is impossible for dead things to return to the living world!"
"Yes, gods cannot come to the world, so they have to pass by. They have to inherit the power of gods, and even replace the old gods and become new 'gods'!"
"We have investigated that in recent years, several research institutes in Japan have suddenly received a large influx of funds, which are used to develop deep submersibles that can reach the Japanese Trench. We also investigated that the source of the funds is the Menggui Zhong. They
Their intentions are already obvious, and the Divine Burial Hall is their target!" Mr. Masamune said.
"Could it be that they want to dig the 'god' out of the grave?" Feng Mo's head asked in surprise, "How is that possible? That's where Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi sealed the place! It's like an indestructible door was built, and the 'god' came out.
If you don’t come, we won’t be able to get in!”
"There is no door in this world that can never be opened. The door can lock people, but it cannot lock their desires. People's ambitions will seep through the cracks in the door."
"Greed and ambition are like highly poisonous aqua regia. No matter how thick or solid the door panel is, it will eventually be corroded. At that time, what we will face is lust that has expanded to the extreme. The 'god' has accumulated thousands of
Years of resentment and ambition are enough to swallow up the world!" Mr. Masamune's voice was like a deep Buddha's name.
"Sounds like a world-destroying curse!" The head of the Sakurai family sighed deeply.
"It's a curse, a curse that lasts for thousands of years!" Mr. Masamune said, "What we have to do is to stop this catastrophe before the curse comes. If we want to destroy a person, we must eradicate his belief, so I
We decided to take this opportunity of dispatching a commissioner from our headquarters to cut off the hellish path of the fierce ghosts, blow up the burial place of the gods, and wipe the bones of the 'gods' from the world forever!"
"After getting rid of their obsession with 'gods', all that's left is to completely eliminate their power. All the people, power and institutions attached to them will be purged. We must remove this power from its roots."
Begin to eradicate everything until the last 'ghost' disappears from this world!"
Mr. Masamune has always been calm. Even when facing subordinates who have made huge mistakes, he can be as gentle as water and correct them without changing his expression. No one has ever seen such a tough side of him. His tone is so hard that it can penetrate steel. Everyone is impressed.
The crazy words he spat out were deeply shocking.
"A lot of people will die," the head of the Inuyama family said.
"If we continue to let it go, the war will never stop. If there is a war, people will die. The history that has lasted for thousands of years is there." Mr. Masamune said solemnly, "Inuyama-kun, you and I are already very old. It is said that we are too old.
It is not an exaggeration to say that he is about to die. If the war really starts and someone is really going to die, I also hope that old people like you and me can die before the young people. If I die, the war will end here, then I
I would rather die thousands of times than have my young blood flow no more."
The head of the Inuyama family remained silent and did not comment.
The whole hall was silent, and everyone's eyes were wandering on the head of the family and the head of the Inuyama family. The two old men were silently confronting each other. The wind outside the window was like the roar of an evil spirit, and the heavy rain was splashing wantonly along with the cherry blossoms, as if the world was turned upside down.
After a long silence, the silver-haired old man on the throne said softly and seriously: "Of course, although I am the head of the family, I cannot force anyone in the family to risk their lives to obey my will. Snake
The Qihachi family is not one word, and whether there is a war or not is not a word. Your destiny is in your own hands. I am not sure how many people are willing to follow me, or how many people are against me... This is what I am calling everyone today.
Your purpose."
The old man clapped his hands gently, opened the side door, and the strong wind poured in from the door hole, blowing everyone's clothes. The priest walked in from the door wearing a dazzling white robe, looking like Bai Wuchang who was seeking life, they
Two huge screens with plain white sides were carried and erected on both sides of the old man's seat. Two sets of pens and ink were gently placed in front of the two screens.
The old man stood up, gently rubbed the pen tip in the dark thick ink, then held his sleeve with his left hand, and wrote two large characters on the two huge screens with his right hand.
On the left is the murderous "Zhan", and on the right is the beady "Forbearance". Every time the old man dropped a word, he was writing the word "War" under the gaze of hundreds of pairs of eyes.
The pen is like wielding a knife to cut down the enemy, the sharp edge of the pen outlines a thousand-foot sharp blade; when writing the word "forbearance", I hold my breath and concentrate, and the end of the word is hidden, not showing any edge.
"What do you mean, Mr. Masamune?" asked the head of the Feng Mo family.
"Those who are willing to risk their lives and fight evil spirits to the death, please take up a pen and write the word '正' on the left screen. Those who believe that the family should maintain the status quo, please write it on the right screen." Mr. Masamune said, "Everyone has his own ambitions.
The fate of the family should be decided by the members of the family. I swear in the name of the head of the Orange family that I will never coerce anyone here. No matter whether the result tonight is war or tolerance, I am grateful and will never complain!"
"I voluntarily give up my fortune and entrust my life to you." Mr. Masamune tore off Haori's cuffs, covered his eyes with black cotton and linen, knelt in the center of the screen, placed his hands on his knees,
Just like the ancient warriors who waited for others to execute their lives and deaths.
"Is it a bloody catastrophe or an unknown peace?" Tachibana Masamune said, "The life and death of the family, survival and death, prosperity and decline are all dependent on your thoughts. Please treat it with caution!"
Quiet, so quiet! It seems that even the sound of wind and rain has faded from their ears. Young people, look at me and I look at you. No one has ever experienced such a scene. In the past, orders were given from the top of the family.
, they only need to be responsible for the execution, or hand it over to their subordinates. In other words, they have always been executors, but today they have become decision-makers. The decisions are still about the rise and fall of the family, the honor and disgrace of life and death, and such huge matters.
Thing...who dares to act rashly?
Dazzling, so dazzling! In their eyes, the two screens were no longer plain white, but dazzling red. One side was soaked with their own blood, and the other side was soaked with the enemy's blood. The slender pen tip seemed to have
It is so heavy that the moment it is lifted and dropped, it can determine the life or death of hundreds of thousands of people.
The silence lasted for a long time. Even the heads of the family hesitated. It seemed that it would take them a lifetime to make this decision. But the blindfolded old man between the screens remained motionless, like a meditating Buddha. It seemed that as long as no one made a decision,
If he is determined, he can really spend his whole life here.
It wasn't until the head of the Inuyama family got up and left the table first that he picked up the pen on the right side without hesitation, drew a picture on the screen with the word "forbearance" written on it, and then walked out into the wind and rain outside the palace with his sword in hand.
He was the first to choose peace. Even if the word "peace" sounds a little ironic, it actually represents the choice of most people. He is an old man who has experienced war. He knows how cruel it is, and he also knows that there is no one in the war.
It doesn't matter whether you are an old man or a child. In a fight between life and death, there will always be only those who kill red-eyed and those who are killed. The loser will eat the dust, and no one's life will be the same.
The people behind the head of the Inuyama family in the main hall stood up one after another. Most of them followed the will of the head of the family and put pen to the right. Then they walked to the old man in charge and bowed deeply without saying a word.
Leave.
There were a lot of characters for "正" under the screen with the word "forbearance", but there were only a few words under the screen with the word "zhan".
Yuan Zhisheng looked at the old man between the screens. In fact, given his personality, he would never write on the screen on the left. He wanted to make a random scratch on the right. It was more likely that he would turn around and leave without doing anything.
At this shrine, he went to France to sell his suntan lotion. He never wanted to be a decision-maker or a person in power. That kind of life was too tiring for him.
But he couldn't walk away, because the old man sitting between the screens was like a teacher and a father to him. The old man's face was covered with ravines, criss-crossing them, and they were the sword marks left by the sword of time on his face.
…
It turns out that he is already so old, a real old man, and he may die soon... The old man's back is straight, standing there, like a unique and lonely famous sword.
Yuan Zhisheng didn't want the famous sword to be covered in dust, and he couldn't let the old man die alone...
"I'm so naive...I'm sorry." The old man suddenly said softly.
"Dad, you don't need to apologize. I know you have worked very hard." Yuan Zhisheng responded softly, "Man and ghost have different paths. This is fate."
Selling sunscreen and spending a leisurely life may be Minamoto's fate...but it shouldn't be Amaterasu's fate after all.
Behind Yuan Zhisheng, the cell phone in Crow's pocket suddenly trembled. He lowered his head and glanced at the screen quietly, his eyes widened instantly, and then he quickly moved to Yuan Zhisheng's ear and whispered a few words secretly.
"What did you say?" Yuan Zhisheng was stunned, "That's Ying. How could there be someone she couldn't stand? Who did she lose?"
"It's Lu Mingfei." Crow whispered, while winking to signal his young master to lower his voice as well.
"Is it him?" Yuan Zhisheng was startled.
He originally thought that the one who was so rebellious would be the confident Caesar or the maverick Chu Zihang, but he never expected that it would be Lu Mingfei, the most inconspicuous among the three.
"To be able to slip away from Sakura's nose, you really underestimate him." Yuan Zhisheng frowned, "What does this guy want to do?"
"Who knows, Ying doesn't dare to run around now. She is very concerned about Caesar and Chu Zihang. Fortunately, those two people are relatively peaceful." Crow said, "Why don't Yaksha and I take care of those two first?"
If you arrest him and put him in a dungeon, you might be able to find out something."
"Don't be ridiculous, that Chu Zihang is not simple." Yuan Zhisheng said, "I received him, and he also slipped away from me. It would be more appropriate for me to personally ask about this matter."
After saying this, Minamoto Zhisheng suddenly stood up, picked up a brush dipped in ink and scrawled on the screen on the left, and was about to leave. The head of the Uesugi family also dragged his wide sleeves to follow Minamoto Zhisheng on the left screen.
She simply drew a stroke, pulled Yuan Zhisheng's sleeve and shook it gently, like a clingy girl pestering her brother to play with her.
"I'm sorry Eri, there are some important things that need to be dealt with. I will take extra time to make it up to you when I get back." Yuan Zhisheng touched the girl's head.
"I asked them to contact Norma to find out what kind of organization the Japan branch is... It seems they completely ignored my words."
A second ago, when he was facing Eriki, Minamoto was still a kind brother, but when he turned to face Crow and Yasha, he instantly turned back into the solemn director of the executive bureau.
"Lu Mingfei, right? We're in the 'S' class of our headquarters. It would be too naive to think that this place is the same as a kindergarten like ours. The water here is far deeper and darker than you think." Yuan's eyes were filled with childishness.
With a light as cold as a sword, "I'm waiting to see what kind of waves you can make in the unfathomable deep sea like Japan?"
Although he has not forcibly restricted the movements of the commissioners of the headquarters, the arrangements at the hotel are so thoughtful. It is expected that those people will not completely understand that they are under house arrest. Escape from house arrest can be regarded as a violation of those people's authority over the branch.
provocation.
But those who are not qualified to provoke tigers will have to pay a price. In this land, only the strong can control the freedom and voice at their disposal.
The head of the Yuan family left. Before leaving, two of the three heads of the family expressed their support for the Tachibana family. The Sheqiba family was almost pushed to a bloody battle at a fork in the road of fate.
The head of the Uesugi family stared blankly at the rain curtain in the distance, where Minamoto Chisheng disappeared. Before leaving, he repeatedly mentioned a name, which seemed to be Lu Mingfei... The girl secretly remembered it in her heart.
…
In the deep mountains outside Osaka.
The taxi was speeding along the winding mountain road. The white light on the front of the car pierced the thick night. The shadows of the trees were swaying in the strong wind and heavy rain. There was almost no second car shadow on the long mountain road. There were few people here.
.
"The driving skills are really good." The guest in the rear seat praised.
"Guest, I'm not bragging to you. I've run all over Qiu Ming Mountain, and this winding mountain road is no big deal!" The driver obviously didn't take compliments well. Hearing the praise, he couldn't help but climb along the pole.
This customer stopped a taxi in the bustling urban area of Osaka, opened the door and got into the back seat, but instead of giving his address, he was proactively reminded of which direction to turn at this intersection and which direction to turn at the next intersection before passing an intersection.
It's like a human navigation until you drive deep into the mountains.
Originally, he was still muttering in his heart, wouldn't he be a pervert if he plunged headlong into it in the middle of the stormy night? Was he dumping the body or making a shady deal?
Until he saw the appearance of his guest through the rearview mirror several times. He was a handsome boy who looked like he had not graduated yet. His behavior was extremely normal. He probably had some trouble with his family and went out for a drive. He didn't care where he went.
Bar?
The driver felt a little relieved. As a young man, it's understandable. I also went through this stage when I was in middle school. When I encountered something unsatisfactory, I thought that I might have been abandoned by the world. No one in this world can save me.
, then just avoid it, just avoid this troubled world.
"Have you ever heard that there is something hidden in these mountains?" The guest in the back row said suddenly.