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Teriya sighed deeply, until now, the whole neon and even the whole world knows the secrets and opening methods of the breath of the sun and the stripes, and he is probably the only one left.

He opened the drawer of a small wooden cabinet next to him and took out one of the dark photos. There, there was a scar on his left forehead, a kind and gentle red-haired boy.

"Tanjiro-san... Is our battle now completely meaningless?"

Teriya murmured, his right fists gathered together.

The 'Crow's Eye' has not been used for decades and has long since degenerated, but the curse that remained in the depths of the bloodline was awakened a few years ago.

Teriya still remembers that night, when he woke up from his sleep and looked at the dark sky in horror, he had already sensed the imminent presence.

In the past, the source of the cannibals who humiliated and feared the entire Maiyashiki family and disturbed the entire neon... is back again.

Teriya didn't understand how Wumai came back, because he saw Wumai turn to ashes under the sunlight, and all the "ghosts" related to him died after that.

The tragic death of the true ancestor will drag all the ghosts related to his blood into hell, but the latter happens, the former is subverted.

No miserable is still alive, Teriya can be sure of that. The bloodline of the Sanyashiki family allowed him to clearly perceive the existence of the source of the curse.

In the past 100 years, Teriya, who has been able to live a long life, has successfully transformed the industry of the Chanyashiki family into a pharmaceutical company and carried it forward. Today, the Chanyashiki family is the man behind the Shinomiya family, one of the four neon chaebols. Family has a pivotal energy in Neon.

Among the "mixed-race" Sheqi Bajia that have risen in the past forty years, Chanyashiki has also been involved in it. Today's Neon and Chanyashiki have achieved a true black and white take-all.

Therefore, after learning that Wu Mian woke up, Teriya immediately contacted Tachibana Masamune, the head of the Eight Clan of Sheqi, and confessed the matter, and used the power of black and white to defend Wu Mian.

But until today, there is no trace of Wu Mian's activity. In other words, he has been living secretly and secretly.

He may have left the country, or he may be lurking in the dark, but what Teriya can be sure of is that the life of this cold-blooded and cruel cannibal king is the greatest scourge to the world!

"Father, Shanzhao and Dengzi have already sent more people to protect them, but do you really need to bring them to Kyoto?"

The white door was pushed open, and a very old-looking man in a black kimono that was equally solemn and solemn, with a white beard and shawl silver hair, sat on his knees and said

"Thank you for your hard work, Changji. But it's not necessary. Tokyo is very safe, at least much safer than Kyoto."

Teriya looked at his son, the real master of the maternity house now, and the 95-year-old Nakashiki Changji said softly.

"I didn't say that you don't have to kneel and sit when you see me. You are also getting old, and majesty is very important."

"No matter how old I am, I should be polite in front of my father."

Chang Ji said with a straight face, then paused and said softly.

"Father, about what I said before, the inheritance of stripes and breathing..."

"Shut up! I don't want to repeat this kind of question!" Teriya interrupted his son's words and refuted it sternly.

"Things like stripes... are inhuman things that shouldn't exist in this peaceful world! It can be said to be a kind of 'infectious disease' of a different nature. That kind of thing is power in exchange for human life, and shouldn't be preserved. in the world!"

"Father, please calm down and take care of your body! My son won't mention it again in the future!"

Seeing his father's rage, Changji immediately lowered his head, and Teriya looked at his son, silent for a moment, and said softly.

"Chang Ji, I know you're in a hurry and you're scared... But birth, old age, sickness and death are human nature. There are no flowers that won't wither in this world, and there shouldn't be eternal life."

"Natural death is a gift given to mankind by the world, look at it a little, Changji, look at it a little..."

Chang Ji didn't answer, just took two steps back silently and closed the door.

He stood up, and the tall and thin old man exuded an air of indifference like a tyrant, and he didn't see the low stance that he had just prostrate on the ground.

"Take care of your father. The family will not be very quiet during this time. I'm going to Tokyo. When I'm not there, the family can't be in chaos."

He walked through the corridor lightly and gave orders to the clan officials who were standing in the dark. His black sleeves cut through the darkness, like a black snake sneaking into the shadows.

Chang Ji came to a room in the deepest part of the mansion. He was sitting on a tatami mat, picked up a long samurai sword enshrined in front of him, and pulled it out gently.

The blade of this knife has wonderful and gorgeous lines, and it looks like the cold-grained steel made with the lost Damascus scimitar technology. Even in a dark room, it seems to emit a warm light.

The material of this knife is made of a special ore called orangutan iron. The knife made of this kind of ore that can absorb sunlight is called the sun wheel knife.

Nearly a hundred years ago, the sun-knife made with this technique was specially used to kill ghosts. And now, the whole Neon can't seem to find a second knife maker who can make this kind of sun wheel knife.

Humans forget technology and possessions very quickly, but in less than a hundred years, many of the precious things have been lost.

So is the sun blade, so is the breath of the sun, so is the stripe.

Changji closed his eyes, and the index finger, **** and thumb of his left hand gently held the blade of the Japanese round sword that he made by himself.

Father was right, the stripes and the breath of the sun are inhuman things in themselves. Jiguoyuanyi, who had been striped from birth, brought this infectious power into the event, and after that, he brought the power of the sun to breathe.

The breathing methods passed on to future generations are all degraded versions of the breathing that has been inherited from one day after the fate of the country. The same is true of stripes, because ordinary people cannot master this inhuman power, just like ordinary people who get stripes, can't live to old age like him.

"That's not a genius, that's a monster. Compared to an acquired man-eating monster like me, he is more like a natural monster born with a plague."

This is what someone said to Chang Ji not long ago. He feared and hated the swordsman who drove him to a corner, but he also feared such a natural monster.

When his thoughts recovered from the trance state, Chang Ji opened his eyes, let go of his left hand, looked at the three fingers that were almost charred, and sighed deeply.

He still hadn't completely escaped the blood of Onimatsu Tsuji.

Even if he controlled his desires from the moment he was born and did not eat flesh and blood, and used the hybrid method or even the cyan other side flower, he still could not completely escape the control of the ghost king.

The cyan flower can only turn a ghost into a human. The perfect biologicalization that the giant baby idiot thought was an extravagant hope from the beginning - the doctor's purpose was to cure him, so it is normal to change from a human to a ghost and finally to a human. process.

Only by mixing the potions of the precious blood in those hybrids can these ghosts survive safely under the sun. And unlike Wu Mian, the idiot who made a living under Tachibana Masamune, what Chang Ji got was the best mixed-race medicine.

The long silver hair slowly turned pitch-black, and the old face returned to the attitude of a young man like stepping back in time. Chang Ji withdrew the sun blade and let out a long sigh.

Yes, Sanyashiki Changkichi is a ghost.

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Day 129

Ever since I woke up from this modern world, I have suffered either setbacks or humiliation.

Wu miserable thought there was nothing he could do about it. He was like a mouse hiding and living a hard life, but as long as he could survive, he didn't really mind.

Only by infinite approach and death can we know how precious life is, and the obsession with no misery is not cherishing, but madness.

Besides, from the beginning of the Heian period to the present, it’s not that Wumai has never tried to be chased around like a mouse, humiliated or something, and almost disappeared after a hundred years.

But even if it was such a miserable situation, there was also a deed that he felt happy within this hundred years.

He turned the parent of the maternity house into his own ghost.

Regarding the blood of the maternity house, the attitude of no miserable is very complicated. On the one hand, he hates this family that has been chasing and killing him since the Warring States Period. On the other hand, as a former compatriot, Wu Mian also has a special attitude towards this surname.

If possible, he would be happy to turn the entire maternity house into his own ghosts, and to make the same family with the blood of the same people into his own 'family'

It's a pity that this beautiful idea has never been successful. Those **** maternity males would rather live to the age of 30 and die tragically than accept his blood and live forever.

Although in the eyes of most people this is great integrity and perseverance, in the eyes of Wu miserable this is pure stupidity!

The disappearance of the last bit of affection for Zaiyashiki was also when he was almost killed with a bomb by the patriarch of the short-lived ghost of Zaanyashiki.

Wu Mian, who woke up in Hyundai, was happy to wipe out the entire maternity house, but when he found it, he got a surprise.

The current head of the Sanyashiki family, Tsuneyoshi Sanyashiki, has been waiting at home for a tragic arrival.

He entertained Wumai with full interest, because in terms of blood, Kiwu Tsuji Wumai was indeed the ancestor of the Sanyashiki family, and it was not an exaggeration to treat each other with great gifts.

After the big gift, Chang Ji put forward a condition that Wuxian couldn't refuse - to become Wuxian's top string and become a ghost.

To turn the head of the Sanyashiki family into his own ghost is a dream that Wumai wanted but couldn't achieve in a sense, and Wumai will also enjoy things full of irony.

At that time, Wu Mian also needed Chang Ji's strength, so the two hit it off, Wu Mian turned Chang Ji into a ghost, and Chang Ji helped Wu Mian gain a foothold in this world.

But rather than being a subordinate, the relationship between Wu Mian and Chang Ji is more like a collaborator.

This kind of equal feeling is even stronger than the original Wu Mian and Black Death Mou, Wu Mian is happy to become his own ghost with Chang Ji, but he also hates Chang Ji's unruly attitude.

No miserable will be looking forward to what kind of expression the surviving teriyaki will have when he finds out that his son has become the most hated ghost of the maternity house in order to survive.

Chang Ji will not regret or be ashamed for his choice.

He gently stroked the blade of the sun blade, feeling the scorching sensation of the burning skin. It was a very fulfilling, 'alive' feeling.

Changji just wants to live. He is afraid of death, refuses death, and hates death.

He felt incomparably terrified of the unknown after death. Perhaps it was the endless darkness that made him madly resist.

What birth, old age, sickness and death are the gifts the world bestows upon mankind—why do short-lived mortals always like to stress that immortality is an evil way? Just like a beggar who has nothing, to pity an emperor who has everything.

What if you deviate from the way of man? He can stand here, breathe fresh air, feel fresh senses, this is the best gift.

People who have not experienced the pain and fear that seem to be racing against time, life is coming to an end, organs are failing, and the body is on the verge of the limit, how can I understand what an expensive and crazy gift to live well is.

The spirit of youth can be said to be courage, it can also be said to be courageous, but I have not experienced it, so I have nothing to fear.

Sanyashiki Changji voluntarily became a ghost, not for some grand-sounding goal, but simply, wanting to live.

But after surviving and freeing himself from aging, the first thing he thought about was to be against the guest, and he would never accept the fact of becoming a slave.

The existence of no miserable is passed down to Tachibana Masamune by his father Teriya through himself. No miserable is controlled by Tachibana Masamune, and Changji is behind it.

After all, as long as Tachibana Masamune is not stupid, they all know who is more suitable to be an ally between a true ancestor of a giant baby who is still capable of fighting but a fool and a patriarch who is backed by a big family of chaebols.

Changji put the Japanese round knife back into the scabbard, and the body changed back to its original appearance, and took out three photos from his chest pocket.

These three pictures are all the same face, or in other words, three different stages of a person.

From an inconspicuous girl with braids, to a young and beautiful girl, to a plump royal sister.

The three photos are like the three stages of a person, and they all refer to the same person - Yoshida Saki.

The information about this girl has been turned upside down. Although the age and figure are not right, the highly similar face shape is enough for her to be included in the key observation sequence.

However, there are still many women who were included in the survey at the same time. The neon is so big, with a population of more than 100 million, and there are not many people with highly similar stature and appearance.

But Chang Ji can be sure that this girl is his 'similar'.

Unlike others, Chang Ji has first-hand information channels—the little girl from the Si Gong family who has been eager to get rid of the control of her father and brother, and the kid from my wife's family, who are all first-hand witnesses.

More importantly, Wu Miserable has been in constant contact with him. Even now, through blood, that man is still trying to control himself.

"Can you walk freely in the sun without being tortured by bloodthirsty desires?"

Chang Ji pinned the sun blade to his waist and said softly to himself.

If this girl is really artificially transformed into that look, then the same transformation method may also be applicable to Chang Ji.

If so, then the value of this girl is not small. In other words, the Chinese boy named Mu Feng who is suspected of presiding over the transformation ceremony is definitely worth a lot.

But it is obviously not advisable to attack him rudely. If Wu Miserable hadn't lied to himself, then such a ruthless man who could take out a miniature nuclear weapon to plot against others might have even more terrifying cards in his hand.

rub!

The bright silver sun blade was unsheathed in an instant, and the shining sword light was fleeting, leaving a deep burnt black knife mark on the wall in front.

Xue Zhen, Na Dao, Chang Ji Xingyun Liushui completed the whole action, the old man's weakened body, exuding a majestic momentum like a sword saint.

But in any case, Chang Ji must let him turn himself into the appearance that is not afraid of the sun.

Although the current self and Tachibana Masamune are in an alliance, it is impossible to be restrained from the beginning to the end. Ghost's immortality is too flawed, and Chang Ji must make himself even less vulnerable.

He is not holding the unrealistic idea of ​​becoming an 'ultimate creature' like Wu Mian, but as a maternity family, who will rule the entire family today or even for a long time in the future, seeing the light of death Such weaknesses must not remain.

Moreover, he must rush to achieve this in front of Wu Miserable. If necessary, stop him from becoming more perfect.

Chang Ji put down the scabbard and whispered to the empty shadow behind him.

"Inform Mr. Tachibana, leave this matter to me, please don't take action. As for the misfortune, I will solve it."

There was no reaction, but Changji knew that something in the darkness had left here.

Chang Ji pursed his lips slightly, he can't find Wu Miserable now, that old coward will definitely hide himself well after being plotted against, but this guy is definitely still in Tokyo, so it seems... need to use something else way.

He clapped his hands, and the two retainers who were standing behind the door pushed open the door and knelt on the ground. Chang Ji pondered for a moment, then said solemnly.

"Go buy a few magazines or websites that are geared towards the teenage crowd and publish news that uses the same image."

"Do things beautifully, don't leave your hands behind."

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