That is a distant and vague memory, and it is also a secret that few people know. If in ancient times, the family priests would have written the story of Yuan Zhisheng's murder of his younger brother into a romantic ghost-killing legend, describing how the hero Yuan Zhisheng used his resourcefulness to Better than evil spirits that suck human blood.
But to Yuan Zhisheng, he was always his younger brother. If his younger brother were an ordinary person, he would not have made those mistakes. What was really wrong in the final analysis was his bloodline, which was the poison given to mankind by God many years ago.
Mr. Masamune will soon express that idea. Minamoto will be the first staunch supporter. Only by cutting off everything the evil spirits crave can more nightmares caused by blood in the future be completely eliminated. Finish.
"This can't go on like this." Tachibana Masamune said with emotion, his eyes dim and distant, "As long as we are alive, there will always be children who fall because of their thirst for power. Every word from the fierce ghosts will affect the inherently unstable bloodline. It's a fatal temptation for everyone, to say some ugly words. If I were placed in that position from birth, it's hard to say whether I would be tempted. So... it's time to cut off this fate."
Tachibana Masamune's last words suddenly became calm. As a declaration of war, it should have been a raging fire like the eruption of Mount Fuji, but he said it so calmly, like a battle-hardened samurai gently holding his hand. Wearing a sword, the murderous intent is restrained and can be unleashed at the touch of a button.
Yuan Zhisheng raised his head and looked directly into Tachibana Masamune's eyes.
"Is Mr. Masamune going to launch a war against the Fierce Demons?" said the head of the Sakurai family. "Let's not talk about whether the family can definitely win. I believe many people will regard this as fratricide. Many of the Fierce Demons will They were all our friends and relatives, and many people would not be able to bear it if we swung a knife at them, after all, they were all blood-related compatriots!"
"The Fierce Ghosts are indeed related to us by blood, but can they really be said to be our compatriots? They chose the path of dragons. In their eyes, dragons are perfect creatures and the rulers of the world. That's what they want to be. The existence makes human beings crawl under their feet." Tachibana Masamune said, "Assuming that the fierce ghosts have dug up the divine burial place and obtained the secret of bloodline evolution, who here would think that they can finally obtain a stable bloodline? Are you willing to return to our arms and continue to make up for your past identities and mistakes? Absolutely not! Once they taste the taste of blood, they will only get worse. If we are kind-hearted, we are destined to sit back and wait for death. The only way to completely Only when all the fierce ghost organizations are wiped out will there be peace and tranquility!"
The head of the Sakurai family has a calm face. She is the second female head of the family besides Uesugi. She is much older than Eri Uesugi. She is already over thirty years old. Most women who still sit in positions of power at this age are in people's hearts. The kind of strong woman I imagined would be able to speak on behalf of everyone for a while, but after hearing Tachibana Masamune's pros and cons analysis, she would quickly make the right decision.
"This is by no means an easy task. Blood will flow like a river, and the whole of Tokyo will be shaken by this." Fuma Kotaro said in a deep voice.
"From ancient times to the present, all revolutions will be successful without bloodshed. This is destined to be a difficult and thorny road, so I am asking you to help me today!" Masamune Tachibana knelt down and worshiped, "Blow up the sacred burial ground." Therefore, together with the bones of the gods, we will completely destroy the hopes of the fierce ghosts, and then completely cleanse the power of the fierce ghosts, including the people who are attached to them, their gangs, and their companies, and no one will be spared!"
This was Tachibana Masamune's second big gift today. Everyone knelt down in fear and bowed in return, their expressions as solemn as mountains. This kind of thing is indeed not something that a hero can do by raising his arms and shouting. The entire Sheqi Eight Families and even the Japanese branch must work together to join this war. Only by working together can each department be able to accomplish this. The magnificent achievement swept away the haze that had lingered in the hearts of Japanese mixed-race people for many years.
"There will always be blood that has to be shed in this world," Tachibana Masamune said, "but as the patriarch of the family, I cannot push everyone into a bloody battlefield on my own. The road ahead is difficult, and some people will be timid, and some will After thinking a lot, I give the power of choice to everyone here. Please feel free to make a bold decision whether you agree with me or not. For those who vote against, I promise that I will neither force them to participate nor hold them accountable afterwards. "
He clapped his hands, and the small door on the left opened. The priests came in carrying two screens, which were set up on the left and right sides of Tachibana Masamune. On the left side was the word "war" dripping with ink, and on the right side was the graceful word "forbearance". Character.
"If you think that the family should fight to the death with the fierce ghosts, please put your name under the word "War". If you think that the status quo should remain unchanged, please write under the word "Tolerance". Please give me your judgment and dispel my evil thoughts of killing or Help me fight!"
Tachibana Masamune took out a black cloth belt from his arms and covered his eyes. He turned around and faced the wall with his back to everyone. In this way, he showed his attitude that no one who voted would see him.
The main hall was as quiet as a curtain, and the sound of rain was extremely clear. The fallen cherry blossoms in the garden occasionally floated into the main hall. The once gorgeous colors are now just a piece that can be picked up by bending down. It makes people feel that life is impermanent and like flowers. It fell so quietly and easily, no one wanted to get up, and everyone was thinking that many people would die in the war that started, maybe even themselves here.
Yuan Zhisheng suddenly stood up and walked through the crowd. The spider was hanging by his side. The blade without a scabbard was flowing with a cyan cold light. It seemed that even when it sliced through the air, it could make people feel a soul-stirring chill.
Without any hesitation, he went straight to the word "War" on the left, picked up his pen and wrote the first stroke of the day. Tachibana Masamune only mentioned this matter to him in advance, but did not directly ask him to make a decision. Even in the eyes of Mr. Masamune, he is a person who can make choices freely.
But is it necessary to think about this choice? Many of the people here have not even participated in the actions of the Executive Directorate. They do not know how those vicious ghosts with depraved blood are wreaking havoc on the world in the shadows. Over the years, Yuan Zhisheng has been on the front line as a ghost slayer. The spiders have cut off dozens or hundreds of dead souls. When he inserted the blade into his younger brother's chest, Yuan Zhisheng already knew that his future would be a sure one. The final chapter comes in a deadly battle with evil spirits.
Yuan Zhisheng put down his pen and stood next to the screen on the left. He tore off a strip of feather fabric from his body and covered his eyes. He knew his position in the family very well. The young master chose to do whatever the current head of the family did. Personally write down the truest thoughts in your heart.
Just as he was doing this, Eriyi also stood up and walked to the left. She picked up a pen and added another stroke under the first stroke of Yuan Zhisheng. She didn't care whether the family was fighting or forbearing, she just followed Yuan Zhisheng's brother. choose.
The three major surnames of the eight Sheqi families all chose the war side. Although their number is pitifully small, they only have three votes in this kind of meeting where the final number determines the future of the family, but they have the best blood in the family. They are the most reliable combat force, and their choices will affect those who are indecisive to a certain extent.
The head of the Inuyama family left the table immediately, walked to the right side of the screen and drew a pen, then threw the pen on the pen holder and turned away, heading straight into the wind and rain.
His choice is also the attitude of many people. People always want to maintain peace when peace can be maintained. This is not shameful. A lot of history can prove that doing so is not wrong for people living in the present. After all, the fierce ghosts They are our compatriots. Although they have rebelled against the family, the blood of the Eight Sheqi families still flows.
The heads of the family took the lead to set an example, so more people got up and wrote on the screen. The strokes on both sides grew at almost the same rate. Those who finished writing walked behind the blindfolded Tachibana Masamune, bowed deeply, and then walked out of the main hall.
This spring rain seemed to have no beginning and no end. Many people who had voted came out of the hall one after another and walked on the steps where the rain had fallen. The rain was cold to the touch, and almost no one chose to hold an umbrella. This is fine, perhaps only such coldness can calm the heart, just like those monks who have seen through the world of mortals. Fighting and forbearing are nothing more than a step in life. Since you are born in the underworld, you must abide by the laws of the underworld.
There were only two people left in the main hall of the shrine. When the last person's footsteps left and headed towards the wind and rain, Yuan Zhisheng took off his blindfold and turned to look at the screens on both sides.
With just one glance, he could tell that there were five more paintings on the left side of the screen than on the right side. It was this mere difference of five paintings that made the fate of the entire Japanese underworld take a different path from the original one.
On the road outside the stone steps of the shrine, one black car after another speeds away through the rain. This is a suburb of Tokyo, where few people come. The only people who park here are gangsters, but a taxi is going against the flow of traffic. The car owner drove over in the direction he came from. The car owner looked curiously from the cab at the traffic flowing end to end in the rain. Although he didn't know where it was, he could roughly tell that it must be a gathering of a group of elites. When he looked up, he could see the tall people. The vaguely visible Torii Shrine.
This is an ordinary taxi driver who has just taken a long order and sent a group of foreigners who like rain to the suburbs. In this damn weather, they actually want to go to the mountains to play. Really I don’t know whether to say that I am in high spirits or that my brain is filled with water. But this had nothing to do with the driver. After delivering the big order, he continued to drive along the highway. The navigation showed that there was a highway restaurant ahead, and he planned to have a meal there before returning to Tokyo.
However, his plan seemed to be disrupted. Standing on the roadside was a red-haired girl without an umbrella, her hair hanging down from her shoulders as wet as noodles in clear soup, waving to him.
The driver turned around and leaned next to her in the aisle. This was the daily life of a taxi driver. When he had money to make, he couldn't even eat. What's more, going to Tokyo from here is also a big deal. As Tokyo is world-famous for its expensive taxis, taking a taxi here is not calculated based on 0.5 or 1 kilometer. Instead, it is weird that after the starting price, it costs 70 yen for 233 meters. to calculate the additional price. The driver did some calculations and found that the fare would cost at least tens of thousands of yen.
Eriyi got on the back seat. The driver turned around and asked the guest where he was going. Eriyi lowered his head and wrote in a small book and handed it to the front seat for the driver to read.
"Go to Tokyo, anywhere."
Anywhere? The driver thought to himself, what kind of strange request was this? He had never seen such a customer in all his years in the industry. He didn’t say anything when he got in the car, he used a notebook to communicate, and he said he could go anywhere?
This made the driver have to take a second look at Eri. Judging from her dress and appearance, she should have come out of the shrine just now. The people in the commercial vehicles were all dressed in this way. The young girl did not pick up anyone else. Instead of choosing a taxi, he chose to take a taxi himself. Maybe he was a person who didn't care about money, but just didn't want to be with other men. After all, there didn't seem to be many women in that place just now.
It only took a moment for the driver to finish thinking and turn around to start the taxi.
"Then go to a fun place! How about Akihabara? Young people like Akihabara, and there are many hotels!" The driver gave an enthusiastic suggestion.
"Okay. I don't have any change. Do you accept a check?"
Pay... a check? The new words in the notebook once again impacted the driver's world view, and he couldn't help but look at Eryi with a little more respect. Is this some legendary super-rich lady? You have never used cash in your whole life, and you always sign a checkbook when you go out?
"I really haven't accepted it... But you said you didn't bring any change, so I have no choice but to accept it!" The driver smiled bitterly, thinking that all kinds of monsters and monsters were out on this trip today, and it was raining. Idiot foreign tourists who go to the mountains to play are followed by local wealthy ladies who go out without money. I always feel that if this trend continues, it will not be strange to meet a beautiful female ghost on the way back to Tokyo!
The driver drove with strange thoughts in his mind. Eri lay on the window. From here, he could see the shrine gradually disappearing. The shrine in the rain was like a touch of red quietly dotted in the mountains. I thought that at this time, Brother Minamoto and Masamune The husband was still at the shrine and did not notice that she had disappeared. Eri didn't care and didn't listen to what was discussed in that meeting, but that kind of meeting was bound to be important to both Minamoto and the others, and would share a lot of their energy and time. This was her best chance.
The moment Minamoto Chisei imitated Tachibana Masamune and covered herself with a cloth bag, Eriki knew that her chance had come. After writing that sentence, she hurriedly left outside the main hall of the shrine. The words on the stone steps The men in black did not stop her actions. They were not priests of the shrine, but followers brought by other family heads. Not everyone knew the head of the Uesugi family, Eri, and knew how special she was, so they did not take any action.
But it was not easy to leave the shrine. There were cars with owners all around, and Eriki couldn't drive. Fortunately, luck always favors those who are willing, and a taxi appeared in her sight after waiting for a long time.
"ごめんなさい."
Eriki moved her lips slightly and apologized silently. She couldn't remember how many times she had sneaked out of the house. She hoped that she would go further this time.
