In the ancestral hall of the Sheqi Hachi family, the senior officials and elites gathered together were watching the live game broadcast of the head of the Uesugi family.
"Unscrupulous" is not a very appropriate word to describe her actions. A more appropriate word is "unobtrusive".
The head of the Uesugi family is a very young girl.
Although she covered her face with black gauze and wore a men's black patterned haori, the wide kimono could not hide her body curves.
Exquisite and graceful, she obviously has the figure of a young girl.
At first she was honest, sitting there not like a dignified head of the family, but like a female student waiting for the teacher to come to class.
Due to the absence of the head of the Minamoto family, the meeting was postponed. She took out the game controller from her kimono at lightning speed, then started the projection equipment in the main hall, and the head of the Uesugi family quickly entered the game to select a character.
In a mere ten seconds, before several other family heads and hundreds of people below understood what was going on, the sound of "fight" sounded throughout the hall, and the battle began.
Perhaps in her opinion, since she has to wait, she should seize the time to play a few games. As for the occasion or ancestors, it is not a problem at all.
If she could, she might play a solo game with the ancestor enshrined on the tablet.
The scene is a bit embarrassing.
This is an important gathering of the mafia clan. The heads of the three major and five minor surnames are present, and it is held in a shrine enshrining the ancestors' souls. The atmosphere is extremely solemn and solemn.
Everyone tried their best to show a sense of ceremony appropriate to the occasion, sitting on their knees with their knees bent, their hands on their knees, and their waists straight.
However, the other party is also the head of the family. The head of the family is sitting in the head seat, so it is difficult to stop the other party.
Yuan Zhisheng had a headache and frowned.
"Eriyi, please stop for a moment."
The tone in which he spoke to the head of the Sugi family was not harsh, but instead seemed to be coaxing a child, just like an eldest brother speaking to his younger sister, with a slightly harsh tone.
"I will play with you when I have time."
Minamoto Chisei is probably the only one in the entire Sheqiba family who can make the head of the Uesugi family obey.
She nodded obediently, hid the handle in her wide furisode, sat down obediently, and returned to her original schoolgirl appearance.
The embarrassing scene in this palace is finally over.
Yuan Zhisheng stood in his seat and bowed, his kimono and etiquette were meticulous: "I'm sorry for being late. I have already checked the front and back of the shrine and confirmed safety matters."
After a few seconds of silence, Mr. Masamune was the first to applaud, followed by everyone else.
"Just come. Sit down quickly. It's really hard on you to have to check the safety matters in person on such a windy and rainy day." Mr. Masamune said.
Yuan Zhisheng said that this was what he should do, and then sat back down.
The whole main hall suddenly became extremely quiet. It started to rain at some point outside, and the sound of rain could be heard through the roof of the shrine.
Mr. Masamune, who was sitting on the main seat, adjusted his kimono. His eyes were as turbid as a deep pool, and the blade of the knife was hidden in it.
"You must have heard about what happened last night."
"I have been your patriarch for ten years. During these ten years, I have been fortunate to know you all, to be recognized by you, and to share this history with you. I have lived these years without any regrets."
"Many of you here know that I was not born in Japan. It is an unexpected honor for me to be elected as the head of the family by everyone."
"So I have worked hard over the past ten years. Although I have occasionally neglected my duties and lost a lot of territory, I have finally upheld the ancestral precepts of the Sheqi Eight Family."
"We have never forgotten our creed. The eight Sheqi families have existed since ancient times to guard the gate of dragons and never allow the dragon clan to be resurrected in the world!"
When he said this, the people around him became excited, and some young people were so excited that they wanted to throw their heads and blood on the spot to sacrifice their lives for the Sheqiba family.
Only a few mature guys were silent. Based on what Mr. Masamune said at the beginning, they obviously thought of something.
Mr. Masamune's eyes shot out two rays of light, as well as a sharpness that was completely opposite to the old man: "But, just last night, our executive director Yuan Zhisheng witnessed with his own eyes when he was carrying out the task of cleaning up the fierce ghosts. The awakening of an ancient dragon!"
There was a commotion in the main hall, and everyone looked panicked and seemed a little at a loss.
Although the Sheqi Eight Family has always been responsible for slaying dragons, there are no dragons resurrected in the small island country of Japan. Therefore, what these so-called elites usually do most is to encircle and suppress fierce ghosts and manage gangs. Business.
This kind of life has numbed their fighting spirit. Although the dragon's blood in their bodies reminds them of the dragon's existence all the time, more of them regard the dragon's blood as a symbol of nobility.
Just like the nobles of the Edo period.
At this time, he suddenly told them: The time has come to fulfill their mission, and it is time to die for the cause of slaying the dragon.
Most of them would not rush into the battlefield with their swords in hand, but would pack up their things and run away.
The so-called hybrids are sometimes even less energetic than traditional warriors.
Mr. Masamune clapped his hands to calm the commotion and continued: "A dragon, a first-generation species, and even a dragon king are lurking in Tokyo. However, not only did we fail to prevent its resurrection, we also failed to prevent it from harming our ancestors. .”
"The moment it woke up, a hundred miles around turned into a sea of fire, and one-third of Chiyoda District fell. If it weren't for the distance, even His Majesty the Emperor would have died in this disaster."
"This incident was my dereliction of duty."
With that said, Mr. Masamune stood up and bowed deeply.
The prominent elders in other families immediately bowed down, and the younger generations followed suit.
The eight Sheqi families follow a very ancient family system, and the status of the head of the family is unshakable.
Now Mr. Masamune actually salutes them. No matter what the purpose of this ceremony is, it is not something they can afford.
Mr. Masamune straightened up: "Although I have failed in my duties, I still hold the position of the master of the family. This incident is special. Members of the Eight Snake Qi Family must obey orders."
"The emperor and the prime minister have sealed off the territory. We must dig three feet into the ground to find each other and kill them to appease our ancestors and make up for the mistakes we made due to negligence!"
The other family heads all leaned down: "Yes!"
After the meeting, all the five major families dispersed. Only the head of the family, Minamoto Chisei and the head of the Uesugi family were left in the hall.
Eriyi pulled the corner of Yuan Zhisheng's clothes and sat on the edge. Yuan Zhisheng rubbed her head and connected her to the monitor.
The sound of fists hitting flesh could be heard again in the hall.
Yuan Zhisheng sat facing each other and poured a cup of tea for each other.
The Japanese tea ceremony originated from Chaozhou, Guangdong, but it is unique and unique, and Minamoto Chisheng has also been involved in it.
Taking a sip of tea, Tachibana Masamune asked: "How is the child Sakura?"
Yuan Zhisheng ground the tea carefully. This was a process that tested his patience: "I woke up before I came here. The doctor didn't find anything wrong. It was probably just a coma caused by the Dragon King's coercion."
"Dragon King..."
Tachibana Masamune sighed. To be honest, if he hadn't experienced the familiar majesty last night, he would never have believed that the Dragon King would revive in Tokyo.
After all, the dragons that have revived here from ancient times to the present are extremely rare, even in the next generation.
Japan is, after all, a small country.
Tachibana Masamune drank the tea in one gulp, and then praised: "You can still escape from the face of the Dragon King, childish, you have grown up."
There was an unnoticeable pause in Yuan Zhisheng's movements: "It's all because of your good teaching."
He didn't choose to tell what happened to Gu Bei because it sounded too far-fetched.
The revived Dragon King was pressed on the head by a person who didn't know if he was a hybrid for half an hour, and then he was knocked unconscious. Who would believe this kind of thing?
Moreover, the resurrection of the Dragon King is already an unbearable event for the Sheqiba family. If another mysterious character with unknown background but enough to rival the Dragon King appears at this time, the Sheqiba family may explode.
In Yuan Zhisheng's view, Gu Bei and the Dragon King were on opposite sides and posed no threat to the Sheqiba family, but the Sheqiba family would not think so.
In the left's perception, this potential threat is nipped in the bud.
Although Mr. Masamune can be regarded as Minamoto's adoptive father to a certain extent, Minamoto Minamoto did not inherit Mr. Masamune's ideas.
So Yuan Zhisheng chose to conceal Gu Bei's existence and lied that he had escaped from the Dragon King with Ying.
As for the mysterious man who saved him, Yuan Zhisheng would thank him in person if he were destined to meet again.
The two of them sipped the tea in silence until the water bottomed out, then put down the tea cup.
Yuan Zhisheng stood up and waved to Eriki: "Then I'll take my leave first. There is still a lot of work at the Executive Directorate."
Tachibana Masamune nodded and said: "Please spend more time with Eriki. Although...but when we find the Dragon King, we will inevitably let her help."
Yuan Zhisheng tightened the new knife in his hand and nodded: "I know, dad."
Eriki looked at the two of them in confusion, still not understanding why the two mentioned her name.
