I, the lord of ghost stories

"If you want to listen, there is nothing to say."

He remembered, then spoke.

"When I was in high school, I used to like a girl. I usually talked, chatted, and went to clubs together."

"Later, I thought the relationship was very close, so I went to confess my love."

"As a result, she rejected me."

"It's fine to refuse, I also bumped into her hanging out with my best buddy at that time."

"I drank and didn't care about my studies, so I didn't get into college."

"Afterwards, I did a lot of odd jobs in a daze, lived an empty life, and joined the bosozoku."

"Let yourself go, listening to the roaring sound of locomotives, I thought that was the romance of life—and then I entered the Inoue Group like this."

Harada Yangsheng's tone was flat, as if he was telling someone else's story.

"I have always felt that it was Team Leader Inoue who changed me."

"Yes, we are the extremes, but we are also a group of social losers."

"I don't know about others, but for me, this place allows me to find a sense of existence."

"The losers report to the group to keep warm, struggling in this cruel society, it sounds a bit tragic."

Chapter 39 Mist

"I know, you must look down on Yakuza in your heart.

I don't want to refute anything, let alone feel that I am a good person. "

"I am indeed a Yakuza, and I will only be a Yakuza for the rest of my life."

The car came to a slow stop, Harada Yoshio got out of the car, and opened the door for Yuu Sifeng.

"Yakuza" refers to the three worst cards in Japan's flower cards. If you copy them in your hand, you can basically admit defeat in the game. After a long time, it has become a word in slang, which refers to useless things, harmful things. Things, later extended to people who are useless, shabby, and hated by others.

Later, with the rise of the Japanese gangsters, Yakuza became synonymous with the Japanese gangsters, with a strong taste of derogation.

Even one of the gangsters looked down on the other, and would call that guy a Yakuza", which means useless trash who can't get on the stage.

Usually they claim to be extreme.

Harada Yangsheng's words were full of self-deprecation.

Yuu Sifengin got out of the car and calmly responded:

"The road is chosen by oneself."

"Yeah, if I studied hard at that time and prepared for the exam with all my strength, judging from my deviation at the time, I would have a good chance of getting into the medical university I was optimistic about before."

"In that case, maybe I am an honorable doctor now, sitting in a hospital, or opening my own clinic."

In Japan, doctors, lawyers and scholars have relatively high status, are respected, and are high-class occupations.

Harada's fate changed because of a lovelorn.

Among the extremes, there must be many such people.

It's just the same sentence... the road is chosen by oneself.

Choose the wrong way, maybe there is a chance to save.

If you choose the extreme road, you really can only go to the dark one way.

Apart from sighing, Sifeng Yuanyu had no other thoughts.

"I heard that Shiki Inoue is 42 years old this year."

On the way, Sifeng Yuanyou had already checked some information through his mobile phone.

Sifengin Shrine has been rooted in the locality for a hundred years, and it also has retainers and industries. It is impossible not to collect information on its neighbors.

At this time, Sifeng Yuanyu seemed to mention it casually.

Hearing him call his master's real name directly, Harada Yangsheng was furious instinctively, and then suppressed it forcefully, his tone was a little blunt.

"Sifeng Yuanxiang, isn't it too rude to call her real name directly?"

"Sorry, I'll pay attention."

Yuu Sifengin slightly apologized.

Harada Yangsheng's attitude became a little cold, but he still didn't want to make too much trouble.

"Yes, it is no secret that my lord is indeed at this age."

"Oh? Then 26 years ago, when the Inoue Group was founded, wasn't it only 16 years old?"

Sifeng Yuanyu seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

"Under the age of 16, being able to lead the Inoue group composed of a group of bosozokus to compete with other yakuza for territory is truly remarkable."

"I'm ashamed of myself!"

Sifengyuan shook his head and sighed.

"In the first battle, 36 people were defeated, so-called bloody ghosts."

"Although this ability is not particularly outstanding in the Warring States Period, he was actually less than 16 years old at that time, right?"

"Growing up in a peaceful age, it's very rare... Where did he acquire this skill?"

"Actual swordsmanship cannot be mastered casually. It has to be established from an early age, but where is his school? Where did he learn from? Where did the funds for sword training come from?"

Sifenginyou's tone was faint, but Harada Yangsheng's complexion suddenly changed.

"Could it be that he is the reincarnation of a warrior from history?"

Sifeng Yuanyu didn't wait for him, and walked straight forward.

In front of the quiet room, there is a stream and a wooden bridge.

After crossing the wooden bridge, there are large areas of pearl plum and hibiscus.

The color is light and elegant, exuding a faint fragrance.

In the sound of gurgling water, you can occasionally hear a few melodious birdsong.

An unknown bird, with black and white feathers and long black tail feathers, jumps back and forth among the flowers.

A secluded wooden promenade, partly built along the water, is guarded by standing yakuza officers.

They all had weapons around their waists, and some even had guns.

In the spiritual sense, one can easily feel the faint sense of threat.

Of course guns can't hurt the spirit of gods, but the body still hasn't completely escaped the restrictions of mortal things... It's still possible to be hurt.

"This is the leader's distinguished guest."

No trespassing, Harada Yangsheng stepped forward to explain, and finally let him go.

The moment he stepped on the wooden bridge, a faint mirage appeared in front of Yuu Sifengin's eyes.

The entire quiet room, and even the large area around it, were shrouded in darkness.

The gulping darkness, like a whirlpool, is entangled and changing.

The sight only appeared for a brief moment and then disappeared.

Sifeng Yuanyu's footsteps immediately stopped.

"How about Sifeng Courtyard?"

Harada Yangsheng felt strange and turned around.

At this moment, Sifeng Yuanyu's eyes changed again.

Harada Yangsheng's whole body was blood-stained, his face was ferocious, and it was full of mottled cracks, like pieced porcelain.

As he spoke, two lines of blood and tears flowed down from his empty eyes.

All I saw was the mouth opening and closing, and then there was blood stains falling down along with the rotten flesh.

All the sounds are gone, only a slight noise, from far to near seems to be the interference of radio waves.

This illusion also lasted very short, about five or six seconds.

At this moment, Yuu Sifeng had a strong premonition.

Come to my mind like a tide.

"something has happened".

The premonition clearly and unmistakably reminded him.

Sifeng Yuanyou believed in his spiritual perception, and immediately withdrew.

On the wooden bridge a few steps away, mist rolled over at unknown time.

When you look carefully, the stream flowing below has been completely polluted, glowing black and red.

Arms of massive bones and pale faces of people float on the water.

"This is a trap!"

A cold light flashed in Sifeng Yuanyu's eyes, and under the blessing of the mantra, his figure passed the two guards as quickly as lightning.

With a slash of a thin blade in the sleeve, two human heads rolled down, blood splashed everywhere, and they were blocked by invisible light when they approached.

"This, this is!"

Harada Yangsheng suddenly encountered this shocking change, and had no time to react.

A gust of wind blew, and the mist rose and spread, submerging his figure in it.

The mist floated close to the ground, and when it dispersed, only a skeleton in clothes was left on the spot.

Sifeng Yuanyu felt awe in his heart, and he didn't dare to hesitate any longer.

At this moment, the fog rapidly expanded, covering and covering the nearby sky.

This mist seems to lack the magical power that can make Sifeng Yuanyou change color.

"My divine power has been suppressed."

Although the magnitude is very low, there is indeed a feeling of lag after the fog encloses.

"This kind of power makes me have an instinctive disgust."

In the mist, shadowy, there are a large number of figures approaching.

Chapter 40 Mere Aboriginals

A middle-aged woman in a gorgeous kimono and a group of girls bowed down to salute, and said respectfully:

"Dear guest, Yuko is being polite."

"My lord, please go over."

Yuu Sifeng could see their inhuman nature at a glance.

"Is this how your master treats guests?"

Harada Yangsheng's clothes and bones are still lying in front!

At this time, Yuu Sifeng still had time to pay attention to his surroundings.

There is a distinct feeling.

In the spiritual perception, the power in the mist isolated the inside and outside.

A special field is formed.

"It's just that, although it's not obvious, there is too much darkness in this power."

Sifeng Yuanyou ignored these puppets and was about to leave on his own.