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Simply put, the safety of the royal family is still guaranteed. Regardless of the quality of life, there is no need to worry about life safety.

"Your Excellency Prime Minister, you called me here because you wanted to..."

Taro Aso smiled kindly, as if the rude behavior of the priest, the emperor's sister, at his beck and call just now was just an accident.

"What is the Pomo Demon?"

The wrinkles on the old face were somewhat relaxed. Reminiscent of the protagonist's identity as the shrine's mother-in-law, the priest quickly searched for "knowledge" about monsters and monsters in his mind.

In the past, she simply regarded these things as literary classics, but now?

In my heart, I suddenly had some thoughts...

"Pomo Demon, also known as Fang Pseudo Demon and Fu Pseudo Girl.

At the end of the Edo period, Kosugi Tetsusune of Kii Province recorded in his essay-style book "Ki Zahaha" that there was a kind of monster spread in the mountain villages of Kii Province that would abduct people into the mountains.

It is born from the human heart, has no shadow or form, and is a great demon that cannot be dealt with except by the Great Onmyoji.

Moreover, people's hearts are poisonous and evil. The stronger the resentment, the more ferocious the evil will be.

A priest once sighed..."

The priest hesitated and glanced at Taro Aso, whose face became increasingly ugly.

"Go on!"

Taro Aso really didn't want to hear these ghost stories and thought these historical dregs were ridiculous!

But the protagonists in the video all called the real culprit of this disaster this way, and Aso could only hold his nose and continue listening.

The priest also felt a little uneasy because...

"A priest once sighed -

The disaster of destroying the country started with the great demon..."

In an instant, his pupils shrank suddenly, and a biting chill, a suffocating and exploding cold, quietly flowed into his heart...

Chapter 2 The three views of materialism that are gradually broken

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! This should be just some kind of biological and chemical weapon! It's a conspiracy of a certain country!"

"What kind of demon? It's a big monster, and it's full of myths and ghost stories..."

"It's hard to say, but it's possible that there is a 'truth' hidden in this world that we don't know? Think about how those bullshit politicians have concealed the truth not once or twice."

"Huh? It can't really happen..."

Taro Aso was not the only smart person. Someone soon posted the information about the Pozaimo on the Internet, causing an uproar.

demon?Evil?

But don't tell me, the strange deaths in Tokyo North City are really a bit weird.

However, the strange stories I heard in the past could not kill one or two people, or at most seventeen or eight.

But in Tokyo North City, tens of millions of people died!

Screen flow.

People saw not only these two protagonists, but also many unknown characters.

Either a priest, an onmyoji, a monk, or a miko.

Most of the people were not too young, but the handsome young man seemed to stand out.

Moreover, he is still a lone wolf.

Even Grandma Jingu met several "old acquaintances" by chance.

Even though the old acquaintance is not well-known in the clergy circle.

Among them, a kind old woman greeted Grandma Jingu.

"Long time no see, Jingu-chan, you're still the same. You always have a stinky face. It's good to smile once in a while."

"Huh! Are you still smiling at this time!? I'm not as big-hearted as you!"

"Eh? What's wrong? We haven't seen each other for so many years. It's rare to get together. Unfortunately, I don't know how many old friends will be left this time..."

The tone was quite relaxed, and there was a hint of a certain attitude of generously willing to die, which made this shapeless old lady instantly look taller.

This attitude of disregarding life and death made even Grandma Jingu feel a little silent.

"...As usual, if I die, help me take care of my little Zhiqin. If you die, I will help you raise your grandson."

"Hehe! You still need me to take care of little Zhiqin? He's already in his 30s now, right? Well, it looks like he's not as good as my grandson."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

He glared at his old friend "viciously" and looked dissatisfied at the middle-aged priests who had just arrived behind him. Their attitudes were quite "bad".

"Don't hang around with useless things looking for death! Go home quickly! I'm still a tough old man, I don't need you young people to join in the fun!"

One sentence made several people blush and feel very embarrassed.

However, the kind old lady beside Grandma Jingu did not speak for them, but waved her hand.

"Go back. With this old stubborn here, you have no chance~"

Faced with the two elderly people's persuasion to retreat, several people looked at each other. Some were thankful, while others felt ashamed.

But they all respected the two old men, and even bowed respectfully before leaving.

After they were far away from a few people, the words of the two old people came slowly.

"Really, Jingu-chan can't you be more frank? Since you're worried about those young people, why not just tell them honestly~"

"Stop chattering!"

"Hehe~ If we die together this time, it seems like a good idea to go to hell with Jingu-chan~"

"Hmph! Stop talking so frustratingly here!"

"Yeah~~ Look! Jingu-chan! I see Toko-chan!"

The words gradually faded away, and all you could see were those hunched backs walking firmly on the road ahead.

The figure who risked his life, and the mentality of rushing to the danger even though he knew it was dangerous, made many more emotional people start to have red eyes.

Including Miss Kotoko.

Miss Qinzi was a little silent, her barren chest was rising and falling, and her eyes were full of admiration.

It turns out that there are so many masters and so many genuine products hidden in places that I don’t know about...

Old man, you really have a good temper...

However, some kind of worry and self-blame followed.

Qingzhou...

Clenching her pink fist, Miss Kotoko suddenly discovered that she had underestimated the disaster in Tokyo, which put her own husband in danger.

That lone wolf-like figure has no help or so-called old friends...

Looking at the messages on her phone, Miss Qinzi remained silent.

"...Don't worry."

Scratching her hair, Miss Kotoko made up her mind.

As a god, I can't let Qingshu steal the spotlight by himself...

Calling the many little monsters, Miss Qinzi smiled and was lifted high by the wild skeleton, covering her figure.

"set off!"

The picture continues.

Various accidents soon occurred among the seemingly tragic people.

Some people died in a car accident in the middle of the road, some were directly pierced by steel needles from unknown places, some people's planes exploded directly, and some people passed by a telephone pole and were instantly burned to death.

It was as if the God of Death was coming. Various and unexpected accidental deaths made everyone feel chilly.

It was as if something, some existence, was preventing them from rushing to Tokyo North City!

Especially that handsome boy, the subway he was sitting on was so outrageous that he was cut off by a vehicle that hit him from the sky!

But the young man was incredibly agile. With speed and strength far beyond the limits of human beings, he dodged the impact of the vehicle, smashed open the sealed compartment, picked up a motorcycle on the side of the road, and continued on his way.

"What the hell is this!?"

"It's impossible! Half of the old people died before they even got there!"

"A total of 57 people died! What the hell is stopping them!?"

"No, it can't really be..."

The devil!

Kyoto, Fushimi Inari Taisha Shrine, under the recommendation of Hashimoto Kanna, Ms. Ayase also came into contact with the observer video on lMixi.

However, the tragic story of going to Tokyo and the mother-in-law Jingu who sacrificed her life made Miss Ayase heartbroken for a while.

This old lady from the Shrine is a good person, but she has slandered others in her heart just because they taught her a few words.

Miss Ayase fell silent guiltily.

But Hashimoto Kanna was excited.

She looked at the young man in the picture quite excitedly.

very handsome……

Moreover, he seems to be an extraordinary person...

On the other side, Taro Aso's heart was cold. That ridiculous statement actually...

"it is true……"

At this moment, Taro Aso's eyes were red and he was grabbing his hair, feeling that his materialistic concepts over the years were gradually collapsing.

The "truth" hidden in the world was really difficult for him to accept.

If there really are demons and ghosts, if there really are onmyoji priests, there is no way he, the deputy prime minister, a real high-ranking official, would not know about it!

Chapter 2 The secret revealed step by step

Taro Aso's red eyes were fixed on the screen, as if he had thought of something, he turned to look at the expressionless priest.

"...What do you know?"

The hesitant and doubtful tone began to reveal some kind of fear and some sense of importance, which made the silent heart of the priest begin to beat suddenly.

The pair of cloudy eyes were slowly becoming brighter.

An old face began to show a smile that was neither humble nor arrogant.

"You know us, Your Excellency Prime Minister, we are just a group of useless people who do not deserve the name."

Useless?

Taro Aso frowned, and for a moment, a flash of lightning flashed across his mind, and he suddenly looked in the direction of the Imperial Palace.

"The eldest prince, Yoshihide Suga..."

The heartbeat suddenly started to accelerate.

Is it a fallacy?

Do you want to go back?

When I think about the death of tens of millions of people, the entire bureaucracy will definitely need to be buried with them. Even if there is a part left, he, the deputy prime minister, will never be able to escape.

Either way, it's death. In that case, why not take the gamble!

Taro Aso gave the order directly.