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: The Cruelest Curse in the World

“We are helpless now.”

A cold conclusion was left in the silent room.

“Helpless?”

Kong Wu, a powerful middle-aged man, clenched his fists: “You translate for me, what does it mean to be helpless!”

He patted the table and became furious: “Thirteen special police officers are inside. I ask you to provide me with a solution, not these four-word nonsense!”

However, the analysis officer who faced the high-level of the Metropolitan Police Department just repeated it expressionlessly.

“I regret that.”

“But we really don’t have a better way to deal with this red mist.”

“What can be done now is not how to rescue the trapped people, but how to prevent the disaster from spreading.”

boom! The angry middle-aged police officer kicked over the stool and rushed forward almost unable to contain his anger.

But he was stopped by an old man next to him. The old man was wearing a plain kimono and had gray hair, but he didn’t look old.

Just raising his hand blocked Kong Wu’s powerful middle-aged man: “Officer Fujii… Please calm down.”

“How can you tell me to calm down!”

“Young man… Don’t forget, some people from the Yin Yang dormitory are also inside.” The old man said in a low tone.

Fujii clenched his fist, then let it go, and took a deep look at the powerful old man: “I overstepped, Your Excellency Tsuchimikado.”

“It doesn’t matter, the old man also finds it strange.” The old man said, “It’s just that this red mist is so strange that even the formation of Yinyang Liao can’t stop it. It is quickly eroded, and it may be extremely pure filthy blood.”

“That’s why we need to save people quickly!” Fujii said hastily. A dozen or so special police officers were dispatched as the backbone force. Such a plain loss is really heart-wrenching. The death is unclear and there is no way to explain it.

“What do you mean by the shogunate?” Tsuchimikado looked at the analyst: “You still ask us to stand still?”

The analyst responded: “All the backup plans submitted have failed to take effect. The level of this disaster is higher than expected, so…”

“Even if the old man is willing to fight himself?”

“I believe in Master Tsuchimikado’s ability, but your body is precious, and no one knows whether the other party’s attack will stop here.” The analysis officer shook his head and said, “The control of disasters is the top priority, and then rescue is considered. With the current Looking at the situation, I think…”

“Should you say give up the rescue and try?” Fujii gritted his teeth.

“I just don’t want to further consume the vitality. The high concentration of filthy blood will corrode all life. Even if the witch is purified for three consecutive days, it may not be able to reduce its concentration to a safe threshold.” The analyst is like a microphone, sentence by sentence Retelling: “Unless the two of you can provide a set of effective solutions, otherwise, as the spokesperson of the power of the shogunate, I need to implement the ‘stop loss’ strategy.”

The calm analyst expounded his reasoning without any sensibility at all, only rationality.

It’s like when a doctor sees a necrotic lesion, excision is the only option, even if it requires more bleeding.

As for who is bleeding, he doesn’t care, and neither does the shogunate.

There is no reason to fight against the followers of evil gods without shedding blood.

The only thing they can do is to wait and present a white funeral flower at the funeral for this group of people who are about to die.

I’m tired of even this kind of thing.

The analyst stared at the person in charge of the Yinyang Office and the Metropolitan Police Department with a blank expression on his face.

There is nothing to be questioned about the simple decision to stop the loss. Those who cannot accept this loss areThe Metropolitan Police Department is the Yin Yang Office.

Yinyangliao has been a guest of the wealthy Chinese family for a long time. It follows a strict family inheritance system and almost evolved a caste system. Many talented children are selected and sent to the Yinyang family for training from the age of five. Changed his name to Yi and his surname to become an adopted son, so that he is qualified to become an Onmyoji.

In essence, Yin Yang has become a monopoly of family studies.

The twelve clans headed by Tu Yumen hold the right to speak in Yinyangliao, and through marriages from generation to generation, the interests are firmly bound together, and they have become a fixed and special class, which has lasted for hundreds of years.

It wasn’t until this generation of shoguns became high-ranking heroes, intending to break through the monopoly of the Chinese, planning to promote onmyoji private schools and reform onmyoji houses, which touched the basic interests of this group of onmyojis, and the group of onmyojis headed by Tsuchimikado were forced to Standing up, in order to show their sense of existence, they said that Yinyangliao can keep one side safe without reforming the system, and tried every means to promote face-saving projects, gaining reputation and making political achievements.

It’s not a bad thing for the police officer of the Metropolitan Police Department to take good care of his subordinates. It’s a pity that as an ordinary person, he was transferred to this security mission. He must have been a member of a big family. The special police officers who have been fighting against evil god believers on the front line for a long time should have gotten used to it. , Saddened by the loss of manpower, it means that he was not mentally prepared at all, and he only regarded it as a visit to brush up his political achievements.

Compared with these two people, the person in charge of the ‘Shen Gong’ sat quietly without saying a word.

I don’t know how many sword shamans and priests under the name of the shrine died in battle.

It’s really a poor layout.

The analyst concealed his contempt very well, and he said, “Since the two of you have no choice, then…”

“etc.”

The silent person in charge of the shrine suddenly spoke.

Dressed in a pitch-black mourning dress, the woman whose face was covered by a black veil and whose age could not be seen frowned, and stood up in astonishment.

“what is that?”

In the area shrouded in red mist, the light cherry blossom color is gradually reflected.

…

Jinguji Saki had a dream.

It was a long, yet short dream.

She dreamed that she turned into a beautiful and cute little fox, and went on a journey with a scruffy young man.

A warm journey, a difficult journey, a shared journey, an interesting journey, and a desperate journey.

Until the moment when the end came, she never expected such a result.

Before she knew it, she had opened her eyes.

Jinguji Saki knelt on the ground, her eyes turned red, and the pain like suffocation was not as good as the pain in her heart at this moment.

With her face lowered, she looked at her hands. It was so close, but so blurry.

She opened her mouth and breathed with difficulty.

“that’s not me……”

She comforted herself in a low voice, trying to wake up from this dream.

“That’s not what I experienced, it’s just a little bit influenced by the past…”

She said so repeatedly, comforting herself, wiped the corners of her eyes vigorously, and was about to get up, but staggered.

With such a simple movement, she almost fell to the ground. At this moment, a teasing sound came from her ear.

“Clumsy…”

“You…”

“What a stupid fox.”

The familiar voice was close at hand, as if a familiar young man was right in front of her eyes. She even saw the other’s outstretched hand, and subconsciously wanted to hold it.

But nothing was caught.

The palm of my hand is empty.

Her pupils contracted violently. Looking at her empty hands and the figure that no longer existed, her expression became sad and desperate, and her self-comfort and self-suggestion were all washed away in the wave of collapsed emotions.

The needle-like pain pierced through the heart, and the unstoppable pain turned into tears.

Just like the helpless fairy fox back then, she covered her face and wept bitterly.

The weeping girl didn’t notice that the phantom of the fairy fox appeared behind her.

The gorgeous fox clothes and beautiful figure are short-lived, but it is hard to describe their beauty.

The Millennium Fairy Fox is too beautiful to behold.

Maybe he really lived for a thousand years.

But it was also crying, crying sadly, just like when it was young.

Jinguji Saki covered her heart in pain, as if she was about to cough up blood from the needle-like heartache.

She knew that the fairy fox was not her.

She also knew that she was that fox.

That name is a curse, a cruel curse.

No matter how many years it lives in the future, even if it really lives to be a thousand years old, it will never be able to get out of that desert, and it will never be able to get out of that endless journey.

The tears shed by the fairy fox phantom turned into fluttering cherry blossom petals. Its raised figure was like a thousand-year-old cherry blossom tree. The petals were scattered and fell on her shoulders, dyeing the girl’s hair a little cherry-colored.

This beautiful scenery of cherry blossoms is not only beautiful, it even dispels the red filthy blood curtain and purifies every suspended blood droplet.

Mystery will only be offset by equal mystery.

And the mystery that is awakened by reminiscing about the past, this kind of mystery is usually called…

The principle of heroic spirits.