People are dying on the pillar, and there is no misery at the beginning

Chapter 257 Final Chapter - "Hey, this is Kamizumi's house"

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The next day.

The third new Tokyo City.

Somewhere in a building.

The four-story one-family building looks quite large, and the green vegetation extends from the balcony on the second floor, which seems to be planted on the balcony.

The interior is spacious and bright.

On the walls of the first floor, there are some small objects that look old and are sealed in photo frames.

The one that occupies the largest area is still a painting with a bunch of people's names signed at the end, with blurred names like "Jiguo Yuanyi" written on it.

On the cabinet at the entrance of the house, there is also a white sword with a whole body.

Overall it looks very stylish.

……

third floor.

in the living room.

"Hum hum hum~"

A pink-haired figure, with his back to the sofa, was picking up some bagged snacks from a side cabinet. :
"Potato Chips～Cherry Blossom Flavored Potato Chips～"

She hummed happily, turned around, and walked towards the sofa with a relaxed pace.

pat.

"what…"

Putting down the unpacked puffed food, the pink-haired figure sat comfortably on the sofa.

He reached out and picked up the TV remote control beside him.

Press the switch towards the TV mounted on the wall in front of you.

pat.

The screen lights up.

With the other hand, Ganlusi Sakura Cake casually picked up a few pieces of puffed food, threw it into her mouth, and reclined comfortably on the sofa:
"Crack, creak..." Potato chips kept being chewed.

At this time, a piece of news suddenly popped in on the TV screen.

The sound of chaotic electricity came from the TV along with the sound of noisy conversation.

TV set:
In the picture, there appeared an arm holding a microphone, and a man hiding behind a wooden door with gloomy eyes.

"Mr. Yamamoto! We just want to interview you!"

"Excuse me! How do you create those wonderful paintings!"

On the TV screen, the reporter holding the microphone tried his best to line up the crowd of onlookers and shouted loudly.

"This is..." Ganluji Sakuramochi sat in front of the TV, and she was full of movements to take potato chips.

She looked at the familiar figure hidden behind the door in the picture, and took a closer look:
"Yushiro?"

"Are you live?"

At this time.

In the picture, the person hiding behind the door looks at the shadow extending from the eaves outside the door, and slightly protrudes some body. His expression is very cold:
"As I said, I don't accept interviews."

"You go back."

Once this sentence is finished.

Clap!

A flash of light flashed across, instantly illuminating some of Yushiro's protruding bodies.

Yushiro subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, and after reacting, his pupils gradually turned red.

The voice also seemed a little sullen:
"I said, get out of here!"

The reporter glanced back at the person taking the photo, and he quickly stretched out the microphone, facing Yushiro who rarely showed half of his body in front of him:

"Mr. Yamamoto, calm down."

"We want to know, why do you always describe that woman named 'Zhu Shi'?"

The reporter's question was very pointed:

"Does she have a special meaning to you?"

Yushiro listened to the nagging words in his ear, his eyes slowly became sharp.

boom!
He slammed the door shut.

Seeing this, the reporter was taken aback for a moment, and hurried forward:

"Mr. Yamamoto! Mr. Yamamoto?"

After asking loudly twice, the reporter sighed, and he took two steps back.

"Ugh…"

But still seemed a little unwilling to give up, the reporter turned around and continued to shout:

"But we didn't find a woman named Zhu Shi related to you. Does this mean that Zhu Shi actually existed in your fantasy..."

boom!
The wooden door was suddenly kicked open violently!

Yushiro's face was full of ferocious veins, he stepped out suddenly, and stood under the shadow of the eaves.

Swish!
Facing the reporter, he raised his shotgun!

He yelled angrily:

"Get out of here!"

Pulled the trigger hard!

boom! !

The flames flashed, and scattered bullets were ejected from the muzzle of the shotgun in an instant, hitting the ground in front of the reporter!
wow——

Immediately, the people who surrounded Yushiro's house immediately retreated a lot, and they frequently turned their heads to look at Yushiro who was holding a gun.

"Wow!" The reporter's face turned pale in fright, his legs softened, and he staggered backwards:
"Ah!" The reporter screamed in shock.

He gulped down a mouthful of saliva, looked up at Yushiro standing in the shadows, with red eyes, holding a gun.

At this moment, the reporter felt a little fear.

He had heard of the painter's violent temper, but never of such a bad temper!

wrong!

The reporter's eyes gradually became frightened.

How can a painter have a gun? !

"Tch... you can't shoot right, this gun."

When Yushiro saw the bullet hit the ground, he clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction, then immediately took out the ammunition from his waist again and loaded the shotgun.

click!

Raise the gun again, aim at the reporter and pull the trigger again.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Seeing this, the reporter hurriedly raised his limp legs, and fled backwards without looking back.

Squeezing through the crowd, the reporter ran away desperately.

Seeing the reporters squeezed into the crowd, Yushiro slowly lowered his hand that raised the shotgun.

He is not a painter.

He was just trying to restore Miss Zhu Shi's appearance in his memory.

After Miss Zhushi went to her own hell in the sun, Yushiro survived alone as a ghost.

He also researched sun-resistant medicine, but the effect was weak, only allowing him to stand in the shadow of the day without being burned.

As for the shotgun... With the secret help of "Ubuyashiki" who has developed to the extreme now, he can have more powerful equipment at any time.

Just take it easy.

Seeing the crowd also slowly dispersed away, he gradually turned around.

Amidst the noisy discussion, Yushiro closed the door again.

click.

It seems to have forgotten something.

click.

Yushiro walked out of the house again, and he looked down at the photographer who fled in a panic just now, the professional video camera that was left behind.

Raise the gun and aim at the camera:
"boom!"

……

Nourishes...

With the sound of electric current.

The TV screen turned into a fluctuating black and white snowflake screen, which meant that the signal with the live broadcast had been interrupted.

The pink figure sitting in front of the TV slowly took a potato chip, put it in his mouth, and said indistinctly:

"Hmm... um... creak, creak... Yushiro, you still haven't done enough..."

As she spoke, she made two empty gestures:
"If I... um! I'll..."

Just when she was about to blurt out the essence of a sentence.

"Jingle Bell!!"

Next to the sofa, the landline placed on the small cabinet suddenly rang.

Sakuramochi was taken aback for a moment, then glanced sideways at the landline.

This landline?

Then he swallowed hard what he was chewing, and reached out to pick up the landline beside him.

Putting it next to her ear, she sat up and said subconsciously:

"Moses, this is Shangquan's house, may I ask...?"

On the other end of the phone, there was a gentle and magnetic voice:

"Ah, is it Lord Ganlu Temple?"

Hearing this, Ganlu Temple Sakura Cake frowned slightly:

"Ah you are?"

Hearing the question of Ganlu Temple Sakura Cake, the other party immediately explained:

"That's right, Lord Ganlusi."

"I am the patriarch of this generation's obstetric family. We have already dealt with the matter of Mr. Kamiizumi recently..."

While eating potato chips, Kanroji Sakuramochi nodded and listened to the message from Ubuyashiki:

"Um, um, oh ~ so, um."

……

"I see. I'll tell him later."

"Okay, Lord Ganlu Temple, thank you very much, then I won't bother you here."

"Mmm, goodbye."

click.

"It's about Nai, um... what's it called?"

Ganluji Sakuramochi hung up the phone, she ate the last potato chip, clapped her hands, stood up from the sofa, and said to herself:

"Tokyo...Sakura...no, the city...it seems to be..."

Turn around and walk towards the bedroom on the other side of the living room.

……

into the bedroom,

"call……"

A figure was curled up in the quilt, soundly asleep.

Seeing this, Ganlu Temple Sakura Cake slowly crossed her hips and stood for a while with lowered eyes:
"Are you still sleeping?"

creak...

The figure on the bed gradually began to twist.

He slowly revealed a pair of sleepy eyes from under the quilt, and looked at Ganlu Temple Sakura Cake.

"...Huh? What's wrong?"

He reached out and rubbed his eyes.

"Hu-ha." He yawned and slowly closed his eyes again.

Ganlusi Sakuramochi narrowed her eyes slightly, she stretched out her hand to grab the quilt, and then slammed it to the side!

Swish!
Her muffled voice came:

"Get up!"

"Ugh!!"

……

in the living room.

Kanroji Sakuramochi put on a tie for the neatly dressed Shang Quanna.

clap clap!

Then he patted his shoulder hard, his eyes were bright, and he smiled and said:

"Very good! Let's go!"

Shang Quannai seemed a little helpless, he waved his hand:
"So, the address that Ubuyashiki mentioned just now is..."

Ganluji Sakuramochi turned her head to the side, a trace of flustered sweat appeared on her forehead, she scratched her cheek, her eyes dodged:
"Ah, address, what is it? Haha, haha..."

Then, she turned around and took another pack of special cherry blossom-flavored potato chips, and said in a joking tone:

"do not know!"

Snapped.

"No idea."

Seeing this, Shang Quannai stretched out his hand and messed Ganluji Sakuramochi's hair casually. He walked straight past her and sat on the sofa.

"Ah! The hair is all messed up!" Ganluji Sakuramochi covered her head and looked back at Shang Quannai who was sitting on the sofa in dissatisfaction: "Really!"

Shang Quannai was watching TV, picked up the landline and dialed again.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

"Hi, this is Ubuyashiki..."

……

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on the street.

"Tokyo City...Municipal Daiichi Junior High School..."

"High School…"

"Group A for 2 years?"

Shang Quannai recalled the data he heard on the phone just now, he pressed his chin and pondered for a while.

These things are the result of what he once asked the Ubuyashiki clan to do.

As for what's going on...you'll know when it arrives.

Now it seems that after so many years, the ability of the Ubuyashiki clan has become stronger and stronger.

The consortium, the army, and even the entire country of Neon, under the long-term influence, have the feeling of being infiltrated.

Putting aside the distracting thoughts in his heart, Shang Quanna walked straight towards the direction of Tokyo Municipal No. [-] Middle School.

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……

Tokyo Municipal Daiichi Junior High School.

Inside the corridor.

pat, pat.

After changing her shoes, Shang Quannai walked slowly along the corridor to the corner stairs at the end of the third floor.

Loud conversations also filled the hallway.

"Hey, hey, have you heard that Tan Yan's father came back yesterday!"

"Really, but this guy is still late today..."

"It's strange, Tao Jurou is late today too!"

"Shanzhao, you are very proud of not being late today, aren't you?"

"I, I didn't! Don't frame me!"

Faint voices of conversation crisscrossed and overlapped.

Shang Quannai stopped and looked up at the nearby house number.

"Group A of 2 years...here we go."

The corridor windows seeped into the clear sunlight, Shang Quannai reached out to hold the sliding door of the classroom, and he gently pulled it.

creak...

The door was pulled open.

wow——

The noisy conversation suddenly fell silent.

Under the gaze of dozens of people in the classroom, Shang Quannai walked into the classroom slowly.

And put the bag he was carrying on the podium.

Turning around, he glanced at everyone in the classroom.

"Cough cough." Shang Quannai coughed lightly twice, supported the podium with his hands, and scanned the students in the classroom looking at him:
"Students in Group A of Year 2, hello."

"For the next whole year, I will be your head teacher."

Shang Quannai paused for a moment:
"And, Neon Ancient History Teacher."

As he spoke, he turned around and wrote the words "Shang Quannai" on the blackboard:

"My name is Shang Quannai. Remember, it may be a little tricky. You can call me Nai at ordinary times."

Turn around.

Shang Quannai casually took out a booklet from her bag:
"Now, let's roll the roll."

"Cough cough."

"Kaomen Tanyan."

"Ahem, here we are."

Shang Quan Nainian's movements paused slightly, and he raised his eyebrows to look at a certain black-haired boy with an ugly face sitting in the back row.

He continued to read:

"My wife is good at taking photos."

The boy's expression froze, then he squeezed his throat quickly and spoke again:
"To!"

Seeing this, Shang Quannai shook his head with a light smile, and then continued to shout:
"My wife Dengzi."

"arrive."

"Mouth level green leaves."

"arrive."

"Purgatory Momotjuro."

"To!"

"Jiguo..."

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(end of book)

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