Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

When the tea cakes flew in, Shizuka Fujiwara didn't need to catch them, she just hung in the air and inspected them carefully.

After checking it over and over several times, but found nothing unusual, she raised her hand and swung it again, throwing the tea cake wrapped with purple threads on the table, breaking the tea cake into pieces in an instant.

"What kind of tea is this? Where did it come from? Show me the tea!"

Hearing this order, Fujiwara Morishita's body shook suddenly, and he was silent for a long time, unable to answer.

I saw more and more fine sweat on his forehead, gradually wetting his clothes, silent, hesitating, just not answering.

"Tell me! Morishita!"

Fujiwara Shizuka's eyes turned cold, and she took out a chrysanthemum charm from her arms with her right hand, and pressed it against the purple petals. In an instant, Fujiwara Morishita's eyes were completely dull.

"While making tea, answer me! Where did those tea leaves come from! What kind of tea? Ha!

"Hi!"

Fujiwara Morishita sluggishly responded, driving his stiff arms, and clumsily made tea!

"This tea is raw Pu'er. I... I secretly brought it back on the boat... I thought it tasted good, so I brought it back..."

Hearing his normal words, Fujiwara Shizuka not only didn't relax, but raised her heart, her eyes fixed on his clumsy movements, and her hands clenched tighter and tighter.

normal?

Sometimes normal is the greatest abnormality!

Especially in the magic world, in many cases, the more normal, the more dangerous!

The golden-yellow tea soup shone brightly, which was the light from the sun reflecting on the tea soup, warm and dazzling.

Fujiwara Shizuka didn't notice anything wrong, but she just felt that something was very wrong, and the whole body of her great-grandson was the biggest thing wrong.

"Grandma, soak it!"

Fujiwara Morishita's eyes were still dull, with a warm and warm smile on his face

But Shizuka Fujiwara had no intention of looking at it anymore, she let out a long breath, her eyelids drooped slightly, and her embroidering hand holding the chrysanthemum symbol was folded forcefully.

'Crack! '

The chrysanthemum talisman in his hand shattered into two halves.

As the chrysanthemum talisman was broken, Fujiwara Morishita's eyes gradually lost their light, and his smile gradually remained, but he no longer had the strength to continue smiling.

I saw his whole body slowly limp on the ground, his eyes wide open, he was out of breath.

Fujiwara Morishita...dead!

Chapter 363 Corpse

"Chiyoko!"

"Hi, President!"

With a deep call, Chiyoko, who was originally processing documents in the room, came out.

Glancing at Fujiwara Morishita lying on the ground, he frowned, and without asking any further questions, he just took small steps and approached.

"President, what are your orders!"

Beside the table, Shizuka Fujiwara let out a long sigh, threw the broken flowers and chrysanthemum symbols on the ground casually, leaned back, sat back on the chair, and said in a low tone:

"Let's... tidy up here, take the tea for an inspection to see if there is any special substance, and investigate again, who has Komorishita been in contact with recently, and what is the purpose of the person who contacted him! "

"Hi!"

Chiyoko heard the words and bowed in response, then glanced at Fujiwara Morishita's body again, and asked softly:

"Then... what to do with Master Fujiwara's body?"

Although Shizuka Fujiwara is not a hawk, she is not a dove either. As a first-class leader of Jiuju, her ability may be a bit of a hip, but she is definitely not a good person!

To be able to lead such a huge organization, if he didn't have some wrists, he would have been swallowed by someone!

Shizuka Fujiwara was definitely stained with a lot of blood, and countless people were killed indirectly. Among these people, there are many close relatives of her own blood.

Not to mention the beloved great-grandson, Fujiwara Morishita's father, grandfather, and grandpa, which one didn't die at the hands of Fujiwara Shizuka?

For such a person, apart from Fujiwara Morishita himself, who would really believe in the love that Fujiwara Shizuka said?

She is a pure egoist. The so-called love is more about leaving a handle, a weakness, for the outside world!

With this weakness, when the enemy wants to plot against him, he will always target this weakness first.

In this way, Shizuka Fujiwara has enough time and mental preparation to deal with the enemy!

As Shizuka Fujiwara's assistant, Ms. Chiyoko couldn't understand the heart of the president herself.

Therefore, when she saw the death of Master Fujiwara, who was loved by the president, she couldn't feel any disturbance in her heart.

Hearing Chiyoko's words, Fujiwara Shizuka turned her head to look at Fujiwara Morishita's body pitifully, stared for a long time, and said in a depressed mood:

"My poor Komori...he must be longing for grandma to help him find the real murderer and avenge him! If so..."

Speaking of this, Shizuka Fujiwara's complexion changed, her pure and beautiful face showed endless viciousness, and her eyes shot out cold lights.

"Send Komori to Jiuju Shrine, I want him to have a chance to avenge himself!"

After finishing speaking, Fujiwara Shizuka stood up, waved her hands casually, wrapped her plump and sexy body in a bright red cloak, turned around and left without looking back.

Never looked at that Fujiwara Mori again!

"Hey, this subordinate understands!"

Chiyoko lowered her head, echoed in a deep voice, stood where she was, and watched the president go away.

It wasn't until Shizuka Fujiwara's figure disappeared in the courtyard that she straightened up, breathed a sigh of relief, and started her work.

"Moxi Moxi! This is Jiuju Palace, send someone to receive a corpse right now, handle it carefully!"

Jiuju Shrine is not the name of the shrine here, but the place where Jiuju Yiliu is responsible for storing dead bodies.

It is remote and uninhabited. It is said to be a shrine, but it actually looks like a temple, and it is dedicated to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva!

This temple is not small, but there are not many incense sticks. It can be seen from the surrounding details that this place is not an ancient temple, it should be a product of recent years.

That is to say, since Daoist Yimei went east to Japan and disturbed the atmosphere of Japan, the magic world in Japan had to change its focus of practice according to the environment.

Jiuju's first-class method of controlling walking corpses was only researched in recent years!

Even the period when the technique was born is not very long. How could this corpse breeding ground relying on the technique have such a long history?

"Hey! This subordinate understands! By the way, Ms. Chiyoko, the two resentful corpses brought back from Hong Kong Island have been processed. Do you want to start raising the corpses with evil spirit immediately?

As long as there are enough follow-up resources, I believe we will be able to cultivate two powerful zombies! "

Hearing the words on the phone, Chiyoko frowned slightly, pondered for a long time, and stopped softly:

"First... stop the action temporarily, and store it carefully! Before receiving orders from me or the president, no one is allowed to touch these two corpses!"

"But..."

"No but!"

Chiyoko's eyes sharpened, and he shouted in a deep voice:

"Please remember your identity, don't act privately, I don't want my envoy's corpse to look like you one day!"

"...Hi! Wow!

The unwilling voice disappeared into the receiver, and Chiyoko fell silent. To be honest, she didn't know whether her choice was right or wrong for the Japanese magic world.

But what she can be sure of is that her choice must be in the best interest of herself and the president!

It is said that the president is an egoist, so why isn't she?

In other words, in this class of nine chrysanthemums, who is not an egoist?

Those purely moral people have long been dismissed by egoists like them.

Despicability is the passport of the despicable, and nobility is the epitaph of the noble. The ancients are not deceived!

'jingle~'

A crisp sound awakened Chiyoko who was contemplating, the decision had already been made, so don't hesitate anymore.

Chiyoko let out a long sigh, rolled up the hem of the kimono, squatted down, and carefully picked up the debris on the floor.

The chrysanthemum and chrysanthemum charms should be carefully stored, and must be specially destroyed, and they must not be leaked out, otherwise, other people who are first-rate Jiuju may use this chrysanthemum to spy on the president's reality.

The tea was lightly packed in a small cloth bag. The president had specially ordered it to be checked carefully to see if there were any special substances.

The body of Master Morishita needs to be searched carefully to see if there are any unusual clues. The president also ordered her to investigate the people who had been in contact with Master Morishita before to see if anyone was secretly plotting against the president.

Although Chiyoko thinks that this matter is likely to be the revenge of that man named Wang Guanlan, but it cannot be ruled out whether it is the scheme of Jiu Juyi or the Fujiwara family!

After all, whether it's Jiuju first-class or the Fujiwara family, their contempt and dissatisfaction with the president are all palpable!

After all, Japan is a society where male chauvinism is prevalent. For the situation where women go up to men, unless the scene is special, no one will really be convinced!

If the situation had not happened to form a strange balance, the president would not have been able to successfully ascend to the position of Jiuju's first-class leader.

But that's fine, if not, how could she, Chiyoko, be able to ascend to a high position?

There are gains and losses!

"Ding dong~"

Um?what sound!

On the table... well... such a delicate teacup...

Beside the table, Chiyoko looked at the teacup in her hand with blurred eyes, regardless of whether it was Fujiwara Morishita's cup of tea, she drank it non-stop.

One bite at a time, with a greedy and confused look!

Another fallen man...

Chapter 364

"Comrade Lin Fengjiu, we will be there soon!"

On an ocean-going fishing boat, a well-built young man with a simple and honest face looked at the opposite person who was wearing faded trousers and a long shirt and was holding a bag of blue and white check sheets in his arms, with a very respectful expression.

"Huh! It's here..."

Uncle Jiu sat in the low and oppressive cabin, looking at the coastline not far away through the narrow window. After setting foot on this land, everything is up to him!

"That's right, this is Kagoshima. As for the location of Jiuju First Class you asked about, we don't have clear information either!"

The young man also leaned over and explained in a deep voice to Uncle Jiu who was looking at the scenery outside the window.

"Ever since Daoist Yimei came to Japan through our channel, he never contacted us again!

But don't worry, although we can't determine the specific location, but according to the movements of people in the Japanese martial arts circle, it is speculated that the first class Jiuju can't go to the three places of Tokyo, Osaka, and Kyoto! "

Hearing what the simple and honest boy beside him said, Uncle Jiu also nodded slightly, and this conjecture was quite consistent with his opinion.

Tokyo is the most important city in the capital circle of Japan, and the seat of the Emperor and the National Assembly, while Osaka and Kyoto are places with relatively complete preservation of Japanese history and culture.

As far as it seems, there is no more likely place than these three locations!

"Okay, I see, thank you!"

Hearing Uncle Jiu's words, the honest boy waved his hand and smiled indifferently.

"Hey, there's nothing to thank! To be honest, if it weren't for discipline, I would also like to have a good time with you!

What your father did back then really boosted the morale of us Chinese people! "

The simple and honest boy said, with yearning and admiration on his face.

"By the way, you put this away!"

As he said that, the guy took out a stack of newspaper-wrapped documents from his zippered trouser pocket and handed them to Uncle Jiu.

"Here, please keep this certificate. This is a genuine and verifiable certificate. With it, you can travel freely in Japan no matter where you go!"

"Okay! Thank you!"

"Hi! You're being polite! We can only do a little bit of help, and the specific actions are still up to you!"

Hearing this, Uncle Jiu smiled indifferently, tightened the bundle in his hand, and said nothing more.

If this trip never returns, there is no point in saying anything. If this trip is lucky enough to survive, it will not be too late to drink and talk. As for this time, it is better to be silent than to speak!

Thinking about it, Uncle Jiu lowered his head and carefully unfolded the newspaper, and carefully took out the ID from the newspaper.