Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before Dragon Slaying

Chapter 190 I Lost Lu Mingfei (Two in One, Please Subscribe!!)

"Impossible!" Patriarch Sakurai turned pale, "'God' is dead, and dead things can't come back to this world again!"

"Yes, gods can't come to this world, so they have to pass, they have to inherit the power of gods, and even replace the old gods and become new 'gods'!"

"We have found out that in recent years, several research institutes in Japan have suddenly poured in a large amount of funds for the research and development of deep submersibles that can reach the Japanese Trench. We also found out that the source of funds is the ghosts. They Their intentions are already obvious, and the sacred burial place is their target!" Mr. Masamune said.

"Don't they want to dig the 'God' out of the grave?" Patriarch Fengmo said in amazement, "How is that possible? That's where Amaterasu and Tsukiyomi sealed it! It's like casting an indestructible door, and the 'God' comes out If you don't come, we can't get in!"

"There is no door in this world that can never be opened. A door can lock people, but it cannot lock desires. People's ambitions will seep through the cracks in the door."

"Greed and ambition are like poisonous aqua regia. No matter how thick and strong the door panel is, it will be corroded one day. At that time, what we will face is the extreme lust. The 'God' has accumulated thousands of Years of resentment and ambition are enough to swallow the world!" Mr. Masamune's voice was like a low Buddha's chant.

"Sounds like a curse to destroy the world!" Patriarch Sakurai 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 you want to destroy a person, you have to eradicate him from his beliefs, so I Decided to take advantage of this opportunity of dispatching commissioners from the headquarters to cut off the path to the underworld of the ghosts, blow up the burial place of the gods, and erase the bones of the 'gods' from the world forever!"

"After pulling out their obsession with 'God', all that remains is to completely wipe out their power. The people, forces and institutions attached to them under the command of the ghosts will all be cleaned up. We must clean up this power from the root. Start eradicating everything until the last 'ghost' disappears in this world!"

Mr. Masamune has always been calm, even when facing his subordinates who have made huge mistakes, he can correct them with tenderness and without changing his face.No one had ever seen such a tough side of him, his tone was so hard that it seemed to be able to penetrate steel, and everyone was deeply shocked by the crazy words he spit out.

"Many people will die." Patriarch Inuyama said.

"If you continue to let it go, the war will never stop, and people will die if there is a war. The history that has lasted for thousands of years is there." Mr. Masamune said solemnly, "Mr. Inuyama, you and I are already very old. It is not an exaggeration to be 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 young people. If I die, the war can end here, then I I would rather die and sign ten thousand times, and only hope that the blood of youth will not flow."

Patriarch Inuyama remained silent, not saying yes or no.

The whole hall was silent, everyone's eyes were on the patriarch and Patriarch Inuyama, and the two old men faced each other silently.The wind outside the window whistled like a ghost, and the heavy rain accompanied by cherry blossoms splashed wantonly, as if the world had turned upside down.

After a long silence, the silver-white-haired old man on the main seat said softly and seriously: "Of course, although I am the head of the family, I can't force anyone in the family to bet their lives to obey my will. Snake The Qiba family is not a one-word statement, and whether there is war or not is definitely not a one-word statement. The fate should be held in one's 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 convened today Your purpose."

The old man clapped his hands lightly, the side door opened, and the strong wind poured in through the door opening, making everyone's clothes rattle.The priests walked in from outside the door in dazzling white robes, looking like Bai Wuchang who was looking for his life. They carried two huge plain white screens and erected them on both sides of the old man on the main seat. Two sets of pens and inks It is rested lightly in front of two screens.

The old man got up, gently rubbed the tip of the pen in the dark thick ink, then held his sleeve with his left hand, and swiped a pen on the two huge screens with his right hand, writing two large characters.

On the left is the murderous "Zhan", and on the right is the beautiful "Forbearance".Every time the old man falls down, he is under the watchful eyes of hundreds of pairs of eyes. When he writes the word "war", he swipes the pen as if he is slashing the enemy with a knife. The sharp pen outlines a thousand-foot sharp edge; "Hold your breath and concentrate on writing, the end of the word is hidden, without showing the slightest sharpness.

"What does Mr. Masamune mean?" Patriarch Fengmo asked.

"Those who are willing to risk their lives to fight against evil spirits, please write the word '正' on the left screen, and those who think that the family should maintain the status quo, please write on the right screen." Mr. Masamune said, "Everyone has his own ambition. The fate of the family should be decided by the members of the family, I swear in the name of the Patriarch of the Tachibana family that I will never coerce anyone here, no matter whether the result tonight is for war or forbearance, I will be grateful and have no complaints!"

"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, and knelt in the center of the screen, with his hands on his knees, Just like the warriors who waited for others to execute their own life and death in ancient times.

"Is it a bloody catastrophe or an unknown peace." Tachibana Masamune said, "The life and death, survival and death, prosperity and decline of the family are all related to your thoughts, please be careful!"

Quiet, so quiet!It seemed that even the sound of wind and rain had faded from their ears.Young people, look at me, I look at you, no one has experienced such a scene, in the past, orders were issued from the top of the family, and they only need to be responsible for carrying them out, or hand them over to their own subordinates, in other words , They have always been just executors, but today they have become decision makers, and they still make decisions about such big things as the rise and fall of the family, life and death... Who dares to act rashly?
Dazzling, too dazzling!In their eyes, the two screens are no longer plain white, but dazzling red.One side was soaked in their own blood, and the other side was soaked in the blood of the enemy. The slender pen tip seemed to be extremely heavy at the moment, and the moment it was lifted or dropped, it could determine the life or death of hundreds of thousands of people.

The silence lasted for a long time, and even the Patriarchs hesitated, making this decision seemed to take a lifetime.But the blindfolded old man between the screens stood still, like a meditating Buddha, as if he could really spend his whole life here as long as no one made up his mind.

Until Patriarch Inuyama stood up and left the table first, he picked up the pen on the right without hesitation, and wrote a picture on the screen with the word "forbearance", and then walked towards the wind and rain outside the hall with his knife.

He took the lead in choosing peace. Even though the word "peace" sounds 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 no one cares whether you are an old man or a child during a war. Between life and death, there will always be only those who are jealous and those who are killed.The loser eats the dust, everyone's life is equally despicable.

The people in the main hall behind the Patriarch Inuyama got up one after another, most of them followed the will of the Patriarch, put pen to the right, and then walked to the old man in the main seat and bowed deeply, without saying a word leave.

Until the word "positive" under the screen of the word "forbearance" has accumulated a lot, but there are only a few strokes under the screen of the word "war".

Yuan Zhisheng looked at the old man between the screens. In fact, with his personality, he would never write on the left screen. He would rather draw a mark on the right side at will, and it is more likely to do nothing and turn away. This shrine, went to France to sell his sunscreen, he never wanted to be a decision maker or someone 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 his master and father. The old man's face was covered with ravines, criss-crossing, which were the sword marks left on his face by the sword of time. ...

It turned out that he was already so old, he was a real old man, and he might die in a short time... The old man stood there with his back straight, like a peerless and lonely famous knife.

Yuan Zhisheng didn't want to let the famous sword be covered in dust, and he couldn't let the old man die alone...

"Child... I'm sorry." The old man suddenly said softly.

"Father, you don't need to apologize, I know you have worked very hard." Yuan Zhisheng replied softly, "Human beings and ghosts have different paths, this is fate."

Selling sunscreen and living a leisurely life, that may be Yuan Zhisheng's fate...but it shouldn't be Amaterasu's fate.

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 quickly moved to Yuan Zhisheng's ear and secretly said a few words.

"What did you say?" Yuan Zhisheng was stunned, "That's Sakura, how could there be someone she can't look down on? Who did she lose."

"It's Lu Mingfei." Crow whispered, winking at the same time to signal her young master to keep her voice down.

"It's him?" Yuan Zhisheng was startled.

He had 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 unremarkable of the three.

"It's really underestimating him to be able to slip away from under Sakura's nose." Yuan Zhisheng frowned, "What does this guy want?"

"Who knows, Sakura doesn't dare to run around now, and she looks down on Caesar and Chu Zihang, but fortunately, those two people are relatively peaceful." Crow said, "Why don't Yasha and I take care of those two first?" People are arrested and locked in a dungeon, and maybe they can ask something."

"Don't mess around, that Chu Zihang is not simple." Yuan Zhisheng said, "I received him, and he slipped away from me. It is more appropriate for me to ask about this matter myself."

After saying that, Yuan Zhisheng stood up suddenly, picked up a brush dipped in ink and scribbled on the left screen, about to leave.Patriarch Uesugi also dragged his wide sleeves to catch up with Yuan Zhisheng's screen on the left side and simply drew a stroke, pulling Yuan Zhisheng's sleeves and shaking them gently, like a clingy girl pestering her elder brother to accompany her Play.

"I'm sorry Erika, there are some important matters that need to be dealt with, and I will spend more time to make up for you when I come back." Yuan Zhisheng patted the girl's head.

"I asked them to contact Norma to find out what kind of organization the Japanese branch is... It seems that they completely ignored my words."

Minamoto was still a kind brother when he faced Erika a second ago, but when he turned to face Crow and Yasha, he instantly turned back to the chilling director of the executive bureau.

"Lu Mingfei? It's an 'S' class in the headquarters. If you think it's the same as a kindergarten like the headquarters, you'd be naive. The water here is much deeper and darker than you imagined." Yuan Zhisheng's eyes glowed. With a cold light like a sword, "I'll wait and see, what kind of waves can you create in Japan's bottomless deep sea?"

Although he has not forcibly restricted the actions of the commissioners of the headquarters, the hotel has arranged so thoughtfully that those people will not completely understand that they are under house arrest. provocation.

However, those who are not qualified to provoke the tiger need to pay a price. In this land, only the strong can control the freedom and the right to speak.

The head of the Yuan family left, and before leaving, two of the heads of the three major surnames expressed their support for the Tachibana family. At the fork in the road of fate, the Snake Qi family was almost pushed to the road of bloody battle.

Patriarch Uesugi stared blankly at the rain curtain in the distance, where Yuan Zhisheng disappeared. Before leaving, he repeatedly mentioned a name, which seemed to be Lu Mingfei... The girl secretly remembered it in her heart.

……

Deep in the mountains on the outskirts of Osaka.

The taxi is speeding on the winding mountain road, the white light on the front of the car pierces the dense night, the shadows of the trees are swaying in the strong wind and rainstorm, and there are almost no second car shadows on the long mountain road, and there are few people here. .

"The driving skills are really good." The guest in the rear seat praised.

"Guest, it's not me bragging with you. I've been to Qiu Mingshan, and this winding mountain road is nothing to worry about!" The driver is obviously not boastful, and he can't help but climb along the road when he hears the words of praise.

This customer stopped a taxi in the bustling urban area of ​​Osaka, opened the door and sat in the back row, but instead of reporting the address, every time he passed an intersection, he would take the initiative to remind him which direction to turn at this intersection and which direction to turn at the next intersection. It's like navigating with human flesh until you drive deep into the mountains.

Originally, he was still muttering in his heart, wouldn't it be a pervert to jump headlong into it in the middle of the night when the wind and rain were precarious?Throwing the body or doing some shady deal?

Until he saw the appearance of the guest through the rearview mirror many times, a handsome boy, who seemed to have not yet graduated, and his behavior was too normal, probably because he had an awkward fight with his family and came out for a drive, wherever he went Bar?

Only then did the driver feel relieved. Young people, it’s understandable. I also went through this stage when I was in middle school. When I encountered something unsatisfactory, I thought that I was probably abandoned by the world. No one in this world can save me. , then avoid it, just avoid this troubled world.

"Have you ever heard of something hidden in this deep mountain?" The guest in the back row asked abruptly.

(End of this chapter)