Dragon Clan: Thought So Far.

Chapter 339 330. Saeki Ryuji
The mountains in winter are so lonely that everything seems to have died, leaving only the rustling sound of ice shards falling from the sky and falling on the tops of old trees with ice edges.

The man wearing a black patterned haori walked silently through the torii gate and stone Jizo, walked along the long cobblestone road, and arrived in front of the main shrine of the shrine.

Snow piled on Yuan Zhisheng's head and shoulders. His clothes were thin and his figure was thin. He walked through the mighty mountain wind and wave-like ice and snow, holding a pair of knives tied with a string and a transparent bottle in each hand. Stirring spirits.

The ice and snow fell on him, and some of it melted quickly. The melted ice water soaked the uppers of his shoes, and his whole body was soaked, with white steam rising up.

If Caesar were here, with the super hearing brought by Kama Itachi, he could even hear the roaring sound of hot blood flowing in the veins of this thin man's body.

The tall, slender girl followed silently behind Yuan Zhisheng. Her long hair was tied into a high ponytail. There was a faint crimson at the corner of her eyes. Her plain white skin was almost the same as the sudden heavy snow. color.

Sakura was always one step behind Yuan Zhisheng. She followed every step, but she didn't carry a weapon in her hand. Instead, she held a folded black umbrella. Her coat was mostly wet from the snow, but Yuan Zhisheng could always smell the fermenting and warm fragrance.

When passing by the ancient wooden Buddha in front of the main hall, Yuan Zhisheng stopped under the eaves. The howling wind blew behind him, causing the man's hair to fly wildly. Ying couldn't see the young master's eyes, but saw him take out a cigarette from the cigarette case that slipped out of his sleeve, put it in his mouth, but didn't light it, just holding the cigarette in his mouth and looking up at the mottled Buddha face.

The priests in black stood side by side in front of the main gate of the temple. The wind and snow also made small hills on their shoulders. A priest trotted to Yuan Zhisheng's side with his head lowered and his eyebrows lowered. Lighting a cigarette for him, "Many of the wooden Buddha statues from the Kamakura period were devout Buddhists." The old man with downturned eyebrows said gently.

The wind swirled with snowflakes and ice crystals flying between the Buddha's brows and eyes. Yuan Zhisheng suddenly turned his head to look at the path that had been completely covered by the wind and snow, and his eyes seemed to be filled with deep clouds.

Sakura nodded and sat down next to Yuan Zhisheng, quietly staring at the small jar containing the crow's ashes.

The white paper on the jar was the talisman left by the god. A piece of paper that looked a bit random and even crooked was pasted on the side of the jar facing them, with the words "Saeki Ryuji" written on it.

The light beam with tiny dust flying in it fell on the windbreaker little by little as the screen was opened. Yuan Zhisheng waved his hand, and the priest retreated.

She, Crow, and Yasha are all the young master's retainers. Although they can be considered friends, Sakura has always had a cold temper and has not hung out with those two guys.

The pain of cutting her throat made her cough violently, so Yuan Zhisheng held her shoulders and gently stroked the girl's slender back with his other hand to help her breathe.

She knew that the crow liked her, but she didn't like the crow. There was no reason why. If she didn't love him, she just didn't love him.

Yuan Zhisheng handed over the bottle, and Sakura took a swig of strong drink against the whistling wind.

He stepped aside a little to make way for Sakura. The girl who had been expressionless all the way seemed to suddenly become in a trance.

The priest who held the sword led Yuan Zhisheng and Sakura through the main hall and into the backyard where no one usually visited. White gauze hung on the ceiling partition of the corridor. When the wind blew, the gauze would sway. , accompanied by the dense sound of wind chimes that sounded from nowhere.

She fell down little by little, until she finally supported her tired body by leaning against the door frame of the Japanese room. Sakura felt that it was really cold this winter.

At the end of the corridor was a Japanese-style room blocked by a plain screen. The priest opened the screen, and the dim room was empty except for the blood-stained long trench coat neatly folded on the tatami, and the long trench coat covered with white paper. Wrapped jar.

He took a deep breath and blew out a puff of smoke. The hand holding the knife reached out to the priest. The priest immediately understood, bowed and held Spider Kiri and Doji Kiri Anzuna in his hands, and backed away slowly while holding them.

He didn't want to ask for anything, and the blessing was meaningless.

Some people are just so stubborn, and they will never change who they choose for the rest of their lives, even if someone promises them all the wealth and the highest status in the world.

The backyard was also piled with snow. The withered chrysanthemums that Lu Mingfei saw when he came here last time were completely invisible. Even Shijizo was buried under the snow. The candles and offerings in front of Shijizo were also buried. Naturally, the fruit was probably picked up and eaten by wild civet cats in the mountains.

It was as if something heavy suddenly pressed on her shoulders, making her breathless.

He came here today just to pay homage to an old friend.

A long time ago, she was a cheap girl who oiled the weapons in the family warehouse. She didn't know too many rules of the Sheqi Hachi family. Some people bullied her and piled other work on Sakura's head. Sakura would not resist. It was Yuan The child took her out of there and taught her how to be a real girl, and the person who did this was not a crow.

"The only one left in Crow's family is his father." Yuan Zhisheng helped Sakura into the Japanese room and sat cross-legged on the opposite side of the tatami. He took a sip of ice wine and blew his eyelids. "We are worried that he will not be able to accept the death of his son. It was a blow, so I never told him the news.”

"Let's go." Yuan Zhisheng patted Sakura on the shoulder and took the umbrella from the expressionless girl. He didn't stop when he passed the incense burner in front of the ancient Buddha, but took it from the hand of the priest serving on the side. Insert three lit incense sticks.

The biting wind penetrated along Sakura's collar, and she shivered slowly.

Moreover, in Sakura's eyes, Crow has always been a careless guy. People like him have been in the underworld all year round and have a dirty heart. If they like a girl, they will not maintain their passion for that long. Soon, Mr. Saeki Ryuuji will find someone somewhere. He meets his rightful lady in a gang or at a certain event.

But that day they were attacked on the way to Tokyo Tower. The young master's younger brother, Ruri Kazama, whose real name was Minamoto Naomi, slashed the Hummer driven by Sakura from the middle with a crimson sword.

At that time, the only people in the same car were her, Yuan Zhisheng, Crow and Yasha. Yasha had always been a brave leader in the team. When he was angry, he looked like a liger hunting, but he fell down after just one punch. Fly out and lose consciousness. Then Sakura blocked the first knife for the young master. Yuan Zhisheng was severely injured at the beginning of the attack and temporarily lost his combat effectiveness.

Kazama Ruri was probably the most terrifying opponent Sakura had ever faced. He stood there, his silent majesty blowing in his face like the sea rain and the wind, and the red-gold mandala was spinning in his pupils.

But the reason why a retainer is a retainer is to die before his master. She raised a knife and faced Kazama Ruri, but she was almost pierced through the heart with just one blow.

It wasn't that Sakura could block the evil spirit's blade, but because the crow pushed him away at the critical moment.

Kazama Ruri's long and narrow blade was completely immersed in the gloomy-looking man's chest, and large pools of blood were squeezed out like a fountain. Sakura was stunned. She propped her short sword on the ground and reluctantly stood up. The whole body was trembling, and the spirit and Yin current were triggered with unprecedented intensity. Countless metal fragments were like silver butterflies all over the sky, flickering in the sky and spinning around Ruri Kazama, who was wearing a red kimono.

But the reason why Kazama Ruri retreated was not because of Sakura, but because the car of Inuyama Ga, the head of the Inuyama family, was one kilometer behind Minamoto Chisei's motorcade. As the apparently most powerful man in the family, Inuyama Ga is powerful enough to offset Kazama Ruri's majestic power.

"The family's welfare institution will provide protection for Mr. Saeki's future life, and that's all we can do." Yuan Zhisheng took a sip of wine and said softly, "Actually, Crow told me about his father. , he said that his father used to be a little gangster, a bit chauvinistic, and always told him not to let women get hurt, because women are very valuable assets, they can reproduce and are a source of hope. "

He sighed silently, "Maybe that's why he pushed you away." Yuan Zhisheng said.

Sakura tilted her head and stared at the folded long windbreaker. Suddenly she felt like a crow was sitting cross-legged in front of her again, with a silly expression on her face and scratching the back of her head with both hands.

"This world..." she said softly, "what's going on?"

Yuan Zhisheng was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at the haggard but still beautiful side face of the girl next to him. Her black pupils were covered with a thin layer of fog.

"God is the source of all tragedies." Yuan Zhisheng said, "Now everyone knows that we are the descendants of the White King. The fierce ghosts and the family are full of careerists who want to get their hands on the throne. The so-called war is actually nothing. It's just a continuation of politics. The careerists of the fierce ghosts and the family have been promoting the outbreak of this war behind the scenes. By the time we found out, everything was overturned. "

"I don't believe in God. If there is a God in the world, why doesn't he rule everything by himself?"

"I don't believe it either. I told Masamune Tachibana before that God is actually a ghost hidden in our blood. Killing that ghost can remove the curse that has been with the family for thousands of years." Yuan Zhisheng took another sip of wine. ,
"We may be close to finding the White King's holy remains. As long as we kill it and end this nightmare with me, the war will end."

He also stared at the folded long trench coat.

"But before that, the war will continue. God must not fall into the hands of the fierce ghosts, let alone allow the academy to obtain the holy remains."

There may have always been a shadow in Yuan Zhisheng's heart. He never thought that the blood of the White King was a precious gift, but rather like a ladder for ancient evil spirits to return to the world.

If the fierce ghosts really awakened the White King who ruled half of the world in the Gods, what would happen to those ethnic groups with the White King's blood flowing in their bodies?
They must have been eaten as food. Their blood vessels contain the genes of the ancient White King. The new White King must hunt them if he wants to complete himself.

At this time, the priest who had just exited entered the Japanese room again. He lowered his head and knelt down beside Yuan Zhisheng, and whispered in Yuan Zhisheng's ear.

Yuan Zhisheng's face turned livid and heavier, until finally only the overwhelming anger remained.

"What happened?" Sakura's slender eyebrows frowned and she asked in a low voice. Yuan Zhisheng put the Spider Kiri and Doji Kiri Anzuna on his waist, and he looked at Sakura.

"It's Mr. Saeki. The family's medical institution said that he is now in the early stages of Parkinson's syndrome, so Crow previously found a nurse for him and a team of experts from the medical institution for regular consultations." Yuan Zhisheng said, "So we Mr. Saeki's ancestry has never been checked."

Sakura's eyes widened.

"Yes, just this morning, about two hours ago, the nurse opened the door of Mr. Saeki's room and saw only the smashed tatami and the long and narrow empty slot under the tatami. The air was still filled with a strong smell of herbs. In addition, there was a small amount of liquid suspected of being blood at the scene. Our people tested the liquid and confirmed that Mr. Saeki is actually..."

"Not a powerful hybrid."

"Where will he go?" Sakura asked.

"The empty slot under the tatami is just big enough for a long knife. I think he found out about Crow's death and wanted to avenge his son." Yuan Zhisheng had already stood up. He opened the screen and the wind filled the courtyard. Come in, blowing the sound of his kimono.

"Let our people find him and put him in a good place." He said, "Children... will not show mercy."
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The old man wrapped himself in woolen felt and walked through the snow on the mountain. The ravines left by the years on his face were like the marks of a sword.

He was wearing a white raincoat. It was clearly a sub-zero temperature, but there was a strong steam all over his body.

It is unimaginable that an old man of this age can maintain such a high body temperature in the snow.

Not far ahead is an abandoned village. Over the years, the villages in this area have been abandoned, and everyone has moved to live in the city. The old man put both hands in his arms, each holding a long-barreled shotgun and a A long knife that was unsheathed but still sharp.

All the houses in the village were abandoned, so he used a knife to open the rotten wooden door, stepped into the first house he saw, and sat down in the middle of the house.

Then he took out a marching kettle with thermal insulation effect from his arms. After unscrewing it, blood-colored steam came out from inside. It turned out to be a pot of strong medicine.

Without hesitation, he sniffed the scent of the medicine, then tilted his head back and poured it all into his mouth, sitting quietly in the darkness like a stone sculpture.

After a moment, the old man's face showed a look of pain.

He grimaced in pain, and the corners of his eyes and mouth couldn't help but twitch, but at the same time the old man was smiling ferociously.

A few minutes later, his joints exploded one after another starting from his extremities, the sound converged to his shoulders and legs, then his spine also exploded, and the last sound came from the top of his skull.

He was shivering in pain, but suddenly stopped, raised his head and let out a gentle breath.

Kengo Saeki opened his eyes in the darkness, and his old, tired eyes suddenly broke out...

Lava-like fire.

(End of this chapter)