Curse: Red Blood Son

A sorcerer from the Zenin family accidentally discovered the Yumonjiang while performing a mission.

The sorcerer did not choose to embezzle it, but honestly handed it over to the head of the Zenin family.

The current head of the Zenin family, Zenin Naohito, knew that Kamoshu seemed to have been looking for Yumonjiang, so he sent someone to contact him.

"The meeting place is at the Zenin family. Are you afraid that I will rob it?" Kamoshu smiled and thought to himself.

Kamoshu is determined to get the Yumonjiang.

This powerful killing weapon must not fall into the hands of others even if he does not use it.

If the Zenin family is willing to negotiate, Kamoshu does not mind giving them some benefits.

If they do not know the current situation, Kamoshu can only take tough measures.

"Maybe meeting in their own home can make them feel more at ease, but this so-called sense of security will collapse at the touch of a button."

Kamoshu arrived at the Zenin family as scheduled on the agreed date.

The Zenin family's architectural style is simple and solemn. The tall walls are built of thick bluestone, and the years have ruthlessly left mottled traces on them.

The gate is vermilion, inlaid with golden rivets, exuding an awe-inspiring majesty.

Walking into the courtyard, there are neatly arranged stone slabs under your feet, and on both sides are planted exquisitely trimmed pines and cypresses, which stand upright like loyal guards.

In the corner of the courtyard, there are several ancient stone sculptures, with different expressions, as if silently telling the long history of the Zenin family.

The main building is a magnificent pavilion with high eaves, staggered brackets, and beautiful carved beams and painted buildings.

The tiles on the roof sparkled with a charming blue-gray light under the sunlight, and the auspicious beasts on the roof were vivid and mysterious.

The windows of the pavilion were all carved with wood, with exquisite craftsmanship, showing the family's dignity and luxury.

The environment of the entire Zenyuan family was quiet and peaceful, but it also faintly revealed a solemn and sacred feeling that could not be violated.

Under the respectful guidance of the Zenyuan family servants, Kamoshu slowly walked into a spacious and magnificent banquet hall.

In the hall, a huge sandalwood round table stood steadily in the center, like a mysterious island made of food.

The table was filled with delicacies, and the exquisite blue and white porcelain plates, the colorful delicacies exuded a mouth-watering fragrance.

When Kamoshu and Zenyuan Naohito officially took their seats, the banquet officially kicked off.

Zenin Naohito is in his prime. He is tall and straight, with a resolute face, strong and distinct lines, and an unquestionable majesty.

He is wearing a traditional black Japanese kimono, embroidered with the unique family emblem of the Zenin family. The golden silk thread is particularly eye-catching on the black fabric, highlighting his noble status.

A wide white belt is tied around his waist, tied neatly and neatly.

He is wearing a pair of black clogs, and every step he takes makes a steady and powerful sound.

Of course, the most eye-catching thing is the huge wine gourd at his hand. Even in occasions like today, he never leaves the wine in his hand.

Zenin Naohito is a relatively open-minded head of the family, and Kamo Tree has a good impression of him.

Also participating in the banquet are Zenin Naohito's younger brother Zenin Sen and his son Zenin Naoya.

Kamoshu had no good impression of these two people.

At this time, a group of dancers in gorgeous silk costumes walked into the hall as light as butterflies. Accompanied by the melodious music like the gurgling water, the dancers danced gracefully, their sleeves fluttering.

Zenin Naohito said enthusiastically:

"Kamo-kun, it is a great honor for the Zenin family to come here in person today."

"Please enjoy this sumptuous lunch."

Kamoshu looked calm and nodded slightly, and responded: "The Zenin master is polite. Such a warm hospitality is really well-intentioned."

At this time, a waiter next to him poured a glass of mellow and intoxicating wine for Kamoshu. The wine rippled gently in the glass, exuding a charming fragrance.

Kamoshu enjoyed the singing and dancing while elegantly tasting the food. The atmosphere in the banquet hall seemed harmonious and harmonious, but there was a hint of indescribable subtlety.

After Zenin Naohito and Kamoshu had a good meal and enjoyed the singing and dancing, they finally got down to business.

Zenin Naohito crossed his hands and said solemnly:

"Kamo-kun, regarding this special cursed item, Jigokumonkan, I wonder what conditions you plan to use to exchange it?"

Kamo-kun's eyes were as deep as the sea, and before he could answer, Zenin Naohito's son Zenin Naoya suddenly stepped forward and said:

"Kamo-kun, I am Zenin Naoya. ”

Zenin Naohito was interrupted, but he did not get angry, but let Zenin Naoya continue to speak.

"Although I am about the same age as you, I am only at the second level at present, which is really shameful."

"I have always regarded the special-grade sorcerer as my goal, so I hope to take this rare opportunity today to ask you for some advice and let me see how big the gap is between you and me."

"You also know that you are only at the second level, and being handsome is not your capital for arrogance." Kamo Tree secretly complained in his heart.

To be fair, Zenin Naoya's ability to reach the second level at this age is already considered to be a good talent.

However, compared with Kamo Tree, the gap is too big.

Kamo Tree looked at Zenin Naoya with a determined look of "I will surpass you sooner or later", and felt that he needed to make him recognize the cruelty of reality.

"Since you want to test my strength, then let's do as you wish."

Kamoshu smiled slightly and said, "In that case, let's go to the yard."

Zenyuan Naoya saw that Kamoshu agreed, and immediately stood up without hesitation and walked quickly to the yard.

But Kamoshu still did not move.

Just as the people present showed doubts, Kamoshu raised his hand and waved it gently, and a drop of red blood flew out from his fingertips.

This drop of blood kept wriggling and changing, and when it fell in the yard, it had transformed into the appearance of Kamoshu.

"What do you mean by this?" Zenyuan Naoya frowned, glared at Kamoshu, and pointed at the clone created by Kamoshu.

"I just ate and I really don't want to move. My clone is enough to guide you in your practice." Kamoshu said in a flat tone and looked lazy.

Kamoshu's meaning couldn't be more obvious. If you want to fight with him, you have to defeat the clone first.

Seeing that his protest was ineffective, Zenin Naoya stopped nagging.

"You want to get rid of me with just one clone, I'll beat up your clone."

Zenin Naoya was secretly angry in his heart.

Zenin Naoya took the lead in launching a fierce attack on the clone.

"Projection spell."