I, the lord of ghost stories

"If we don't, we'll have to stay here, or we can take a detour, but time is tight."

In the remote alley, several low-key and luxurious limousines exude an atmosphere that is completely incompatible with the surrounding buildings and streets.

Although it is not the most high-end type, but in the eyes of ordinary people, this is also a very luxurious type.

The movement inside the car window was blocked by the inseparable foggy windows, and it was impossible to see clearly from the outside.

The elderly onmyoji looked outside through the one-way glass.

This is a neighborhood in the outer reaches of the Tokyo metropolitan area, a very insignificant place like the tiny blood vessels of the city.

Among the high-rise buildings are slightly old streets and alleys.

Surrounded by shrines, crowds of people slowly passed by, and the singing and dancing team moved forward slowly.

The aged Onmyoji was in a very bad mood.

The originally planned route was blocked by unexpected factors here.

That's all, but didn't the arrangement over there be exposed in the end?

Finally, he got through the phone.

"Your Majesty, something unexpected happened, our convoy was stopped."

"What's going on? Can't you force a breakthrough?"

"Erqiao Xinmei, she suddenly held a shrine pilgrimage, and now the flow of people here is very large, and there are already thousands of people following, and there will be more behind."

"Erqiao Xinmei... I remember, it was the god who suppressed disasters, right? She succeeded?"

"Yes, she completed her final awakening, and is now a human god walking in this world."

Rubbing between his brows, He Gong Qingzi's voice was a bit muffled.

"It's this one..."

This was originally the God of Misfortune.

It is said that a certain disaster was successfully suppressed a hundred years ago, so it has contributed to both the present world and the eternal world.

However, for some reason, she seems to have mastered the power of a certain disaster now.

"Don't conflict with her, if she is in a bad mood, she may deliberately reveal a little disaster.

No matter how small it is, it is a disaster enough to overthrow mortals. "

"Yes!"

Holding the mobile phone, the old man bowed slightly, and then asked respectfully.

"So what should we do next?"

"Since your identity has been found out... then you should take part in the tour!"

"I'll think of another way here..."

"Don't make her angry, repeat again, this is also for your own consideration!"

"Although she is not a famous god, she still has the right to be willful. Don't give her a chance to get angry!"

He let out a sigh of relief, hung up the phone, and lay in the car with Gong Qingzi, only feeling a deep depression in his chest that was hard to get rid of.

It's been a rough day these days.

"The Imperial Palace is like a sieve, full of loopholes everywhere!"

Obviously such a itinerary should be confidential information, but it was obviously leaked.

"There is no way to do this, Your Highness the Inner Prince."

Tomoko Matsushima, the driver and part-time bodyguard in the front seat, suddenly smiled and answered:

"It is impossible to hide the big and small matters of the imperial palace from the shogunate."

"Even if the imperial palace has kept it as secret as possible, it may not be the case with the shogunate!"

This is the tragedy of the royal family.

The shogunate is always on guard against the royal family, and she has always known it.

Even though the shogunate has entered modern times and implemented decoction, it still controls more than [-]% of the army, and its guard against the royal family has never been relaxed.

To be honest, the emperor's will was finally approved by the general before it was passed...

But I know that I know that it is still irritating to meet him personally and be dragged back.

Taking a deep breath, her chest rose and fell slightly. At this moment, she felt tired.

I'm tired... From the preparation to the present, all kinds of etiquette are very tiring, not to mention the consideration of various tedious details.

There is a feeling that I want to give up now... Maybe it is really a waste of work.

Shaking his head, he couldn't shake the thought.

She lowered the window a bit, and fresh air entered the car.

Outside the car window, on the sidewalk, groups of primary school students wearing yellow hats, led by senior students, crossed the traffic lights one by one.

For some reason, she suddenly remembered her previous experience in primary school.

At that time, he went to school not as Prince Hegong Qingzi, but with the name Hegong Qingzi.

Because she didn't fit in well, she was isolated in elementary school, so she was bullied... Her drawer was poured with sewage, and her pencil case was filled with bugs.

At that time, she was in a bad mood, which seemed somewhat similar to today.

Feeling bullied...or so it feels.

It is naturally a serious incident for the dignified prince to encounter campus bullying... Although the royal family is down and out, they still have some rights after all, so the principal of the primary school bowed down and stepped down.

Just, what about today?

This feeling of being bullied is both familiar and unfamiliar.

"continue."

At a certain moment, Tomoko Matsushima felt that His Royal Highness Prince Uchiha seemed to have matured a little more.

"That... I'm sorry, Your Highness... the front..."

On the streets shrouded in darkness, dozens of elegant locomotives appeared in front of them.

"This road doesn't work!"

There are also middle-aged men wearing construction site helmets and muddy water, driving muddy water trucks and road rollers, directly blocking the road ahead.

"This road doesn't work!"

Banners hung in front, pulling up flashing colored lights.

The rumbling sound kept coming, and the muck truck was dumping garbage on the road.

"Bosozoku, and dirt trucks, really... don't want me to go there at all!"

Only a few hundred meters away, Sifeng Yuanyu was also stuck in the road.

Back and forth, left and right, entered a routine traffic jam.

"Wrong route ruled out."

After receiving the mail, he opened the map, but he didn't rush it.

The manpower of Asakawa Shrine finally came in handy.

According to prior predictions, they set up roadblocks and cleverly used the local terrain of Tokyo to block the convoy delivering the decree.

Coincidentally, the other party thought so too.

Create each other's traffic jams... each other's traffic jams.

"From the map, the destination is already very clear."

There is only one street between Sifengyuan Yuu and Hegong Qingzi.

Yuu Sifengyuan got out of the open car door and looked at the raindrops falling from above.

The light pollution from the city was reflected into the night sky, and the rain shone with a little silver light.

"It's amazing, I think it's going to go well tonight."

Sifeng Yuanyu murmured softly, not talking to the driver beside him.

Bathed in this drizzle, Yuu Sifeng had a strange premonition.

"You don't have to send me off, I will go alone on the next road."

After giving the order in an unquestionable voice, Yuu Sifengin walked forward.

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Light danced in the air.

As the night passed, muddy water accumulated under the steps of the sidewalk, and leaves with yellowed edges sank in it.

On the stop sign set on the side of the green tree, the black muddy traces seem to be the remnants of the typhoon.

Sifeng Yuanyu was shrouded in light and passed by with steady steps.

The moving light swept across here slowly, and the street trees seemed to have been added with the magic of a catalyst, and they became clean and tidy in an instant, and even pulled out their branches, and the fresh green shoots were full of vitality.

The glittering and translucent brilliance jumps among the leaves, like some kind of handicraft.

The sewage became clear at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the stop sign was restored to a brand new one as if time had flown back.

Wherever it passes, even the air becomes fresh and clean.

The city's air, polluted by car exhaust and dust, is restored to its original state in nature at this time.

Sifeng Yuanyu looked calm, and gradually liberated the side that belonged to God.

The golden color became more and more intense, and gradually even Sifeng Yuanyu's face and clothing could no longer be seen clearly, only a sacred and bright outline could be seen.

"The restrictions of this world have been eased."

Some kind of hidden power is still repelling the overpowering power of Yuu Sifeng.

The confrontation is happening all the time, but compared to the past, it is obviously weakened.

In the convoy in the distance, the accompanying priests suddenly felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

In their vision, they saw a golden light illuminating the street.

A full round of golden sun burst into light, suppressing the surrounding neon lights.

It pierced through the night, reflecting the sky full of golden yellow.

As the "sun" gradually approached, the field of vision was dyed golden yellow.

"Your Highness, please hurry over! We can't delay for too long!"

The priests jumped out of the car nimbly and lined up neatly.

The first few rows carried spiritual implements, and the sharp blades pierced the asphalt road like cutting through tofu.

A faint blue electric light flashed across the shiny metal surface.

"I ask the gods (Amaterasu) (Inari) to build this place quickly and turn it into a barrier!"

The priests recite secret mantras, receive the divine power of their main gods, throw out spells, and construct enchantments with the help of spiritual tools.

On the ground, the electric light flowed, quickly outlining dense spells.

The formation slowly rotated and unfolded, and within ten seconds a layer of faint white light film was formed in the air.

After the priest, He Gong Qingzi widened his beautiful eyes, watching them continuously cite their divine power.

The faint light film that seemed weak at first thickened and thickened rapidly.

The opalescent light was dense, forming a three-foot-thick wall of light.

"Your Highness, hurry up, we can't stop you for long!"

After saying this in a hurry, the priest immediately turned around and focused on reciting the mantra of God.