Yokohama Survival Guide

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"No one knows the true identity of Talbo, the gold carver, and no one knows what he did. From the existing information, we can only be sure that he forged the inheritance for the first generation of Vengley family Vongola’s ring—on the surface, this set of rings is a souvenir inherited from the Vongola family, but in fact, it should be a special creation called [the third power of seven].” The woman’s tone was gentle, and she looked directly at Looking at you, he said slowly, "There is a widely circulated poem in Sicily, the main idea is that the sea is vast and boundless, and the rainbow appears and disappears but is ethereal and impermanent, and its posture is inherited from generation to generation. It is Mare's ring that symbolizes the horizontal space axis, Vongola's ring that symbolizes the vertical time axis, and the rainbow pacifier that symbolizes random points."

The lengthy opening introduction makes you irritated: "This has nothing to do with China! Your family history doesn't need to tell an outsider like me! Let me go!"

Saying this, you plan to rush to the battlefield.

However, Vongola's silver-haired deputy quickly stopped you.Without the support of firearms for survival, your rough fighting skills are no match for the opponent at all.After a few rounds, you will be pinned to the ground by the wolf.

"Unfortunately, I can't let you go. In any case, the BOSS has already promised the Gravitator to protect you."

Prison Temple frowned, he said simply.

"Please calm down...Although you are not completely unrelated, let me make a long story short, Mr. Darmstadt. You can treat these three as a device that some god put out of boredom. Its The function is to choose a satisfactory sacrifice." After thinking for a while, Aliya said figuratively, "There are often such stories in ancient times, right? If you don't offer a human sacrifice, the gods will punish you. The third power of seven, This is a device for asking for sacrifices." The tone was very calm, and the woman didn't seem to think that this kind of sacrifice was very cruel, "The inheritance of items depends on special bloodlines, and these families often have more or less intersections with indescribable knowledge... In short, since the nineteenth century, the Vengley family has been a victim of the timeline; the Chiglioneiro family has been in charge of the Mare Ring for generations, but the difference is that since my mother, we have been chosen by the pacifier to be in charge at the same time. Different."

"What about human sacrifice? Didn't you choose to inherit this evil power yourself?!"

Carter, who was watching, spoke sharply, and she sarcastically said,

"You don't have to say it so miserable. If you give up this evil sacrifice, you will naturally be able to..."

"Do you think we are voluntary? Miss Carter," Mrs. Alia smiled good-naturedly, and she pointed to herself, "The one who inherits the pacifier is doomed to have a short life. I will not live past 30 years old, even my daughter, No...until the pacifier gets tired of this bloodline and picks it up on someone else, the descendants of my bloodline will not end well."

"...Then why?"

In an understatement, the dark green-haired woman brought a sad family history. The answer she gave made Carter and you dumbfounded: "It's very simple. If you give up the inheritance, the gods will punish you."

The young scholar wavered, but quickly questioned: "Which one is it? Is there no other way..."

"The master who manipulates the mysteries of time and space, isn't the answer ready to come?" Bai Lan smiled and raised a finger, "He is the Most Ancient and Prolonged of Life, an existence you can't resist. Even the sacrifice itself is a god to kill boredom." A joke of time... no, to be precise, it's just a bad joke of the reprojection of its avatar."

"... Tavel Yat Umr?" Louis' face was pale, and she was shaking, "This is impossible, maybe it is a misinformation. That one will not be interested in humans..."

"The ninth generation of Vongola who grew up in a peaceful age probably has quite a common language with you, miss." The owner of Mare's ring who is about to take office shook his head, and he slowly revealed the truth that Vengola had hidden for nearly 20 years, "From him From the time I took back that Xanxus with a soft heart, every night, he was troubled by nightmares, and Peng Lie of Nuoda couldn't stand a lunatic leader. This old guy was secretly imprisoned by his closest companions for decades.【 It was something floating on the base, a human-like silhouette, covered in light gray]. Don’t you think this description is familiar? The well-informed Louis-chan~”

Hearing Bai Lan's seemingly ordinary description, the woman shivered and stopped talking.

However, you who do not have relevant knowledge still have doubts:

"This doesn't make sense. If Renzhu ended up in such a miserable situation, it's impossible for the outside world to not have sporadic rumors! Besides, since the ten generations of Pengo Lie's inheritance, only the ninth generation who violated the contract has been retaliated against? This seems to be worse than Ai. The price for Madam Liya's family is too easy!"

"Hahahahahaha, good question, Daust-chan!"

Prynne laughed, pointing at the stiff Sawada Tsunayoshi and Alia, repeating what he said before,

"Did I say it, it's because some idiots have fed up the appetite of the gods! Using the excuse of breaking the contract, of course you can expand the claim!"

He didn't bother to hide his gloating, and explained the price paid by the Pengo Lie family bluntly.

"The former eighth life only needed to pay the illusory soul after death, but starting from the ninth generation who violated the contract, the price became even weirder—first, all the bloodline candidates who continued from the second generation died mysteriously, and then, Other related people also began to die one after another... It is precisely because the blood of the second king died that only Xanxus was left, so Asian outsiders like Tsuna Yoshi-chan were reluctantly accepted!"

Recalling the gossip on the dark web, you muttered to yourself: "...Didn't you say that Xanxus maliciously assassinated other candidates?"

"Xanxus has no ability to make all the dead people have eyes. It is said that the forensic doctors who were in charge of the autopsy were insane. Tsunayoshi-chan also has a deep understanding of this. If you didn't wear that ring, that tyrant It shouldn't last too long?" Bai Lan ignored Sawada Tsunayoshi's extremely pale face, and said maliciously, "But...I'm afraid that from that day on, you have been regretting it every day and night, regretting why you regretted it because you sympathized with other people. ..."

"Shut up!" The brown-haired young man was shaking, his cry was mixed with crying, "Branjesso! Shut up!"

This sudden emotional outburst frightened you and Louis for a moment, wondering which sentence Bai Lan hit the brown-haired leader's sad story.

However, what is even more frightening is that the silver-haired young man is not afraid at all. He seems to have grasped some clues, and he still has enough room to continue to provoke the first godfather of Sicily who lost his composure: "Oh? Tsunaki-chan's attitude is so rough? Then can I think You're not going to..."

"...No, please, can I ask you to stop talking?"

Closing his eyes suddenly, Tsuna made a pale judgment in an instant, and when he opened his eyes again, he had restrained his emotions.However, from his bleeding fist, it is not difficult to find that all the ups and downs are just well hidden by the man.

"...until the gods are satisfied, the sacrifice cannot be stopped. Even if it means severing the bloodline, the sacrifice must continue."

As if ten years older, Tsuna's eyes were empty, and he recounted what happened to him.

"Back then, I participated in the Vongola inheritance ceremony because I didn't know it. I didn't know everything until I wore the ring. I refused the ring because of excessive fear." Speaking of the dust that even the left and right hands don't know In the past, the brown-haired leader's expression was unexpectedly numb, "Next, I got punished. Thirty-five thousand seven hundred and twenty six times, I experienced thirty-five thousand seven hundred and twenty-six world collapses in an instant. The time is wrong, the space Reversal... A newborn baby turns into an octogenarian in an instant, and a young woman breaks into pieces but still struggles forward. That is the possibility of the end of the world beyond human imagination... In short, I begged, asked the gods to forgive me and give me An opportunity to sacrifice blood."

"..."

You can't speak, this method of almost driving people crazy is really frightening.

Unexpectedly, this is not the climax of the story——

The next moment, the young leader with a miserable smile slowly revealed the last secret: "Then, the gods granted my wish."

It sounds like good news at first glance, but the strong despair surrounding the man tells every audience that things are far more than that simple.

"My blood, no, the blood of Vongola's first generation Mu Dakong was immediately sacrificed."

Recalling the young and innocent self that came home that night, the brown-haired leader said in a daze,

"My mother, leave a sentence, [Well done, Gang. I don't blame you], and then, disappear."

The mother who loves me the most, the gentle and kind mother,

The only mother who never blamed herself for being worthless,

A mother who has never hurt anyone, is always warm and simple...

Because of his cowardice, he disappeared forever.

This is the deepest sin of Pengele's tenth generation, and it is also the only obsession he persists to this day.

This man who had already gone mad and self-harmed, trying to destroy himself and the world, finally said exhaustedly:

"...I can't stop this, it's the last thing she's protecting."

"BOSS!"

The silver-haired deputy is concerned, but he is in chaos. He doesn't care about suppressing you, and rushes towards his leader in a hurry.

This is the trivial story behind the cube of seven,

In the blood-and-tear-soaked sacrifice, those who walked forward could no longer stop.Otherwise, all the previous efforts will be in vain.

No one can bear the consequences of destroying the world more than [-] times in the memory of the brown-haired leader.

"What follows is a series of coincidences... In the early years, Varian's Rainbow Son heard information about the old gods from some cultists; and Mr. Mu accidentally learned that a certain family at the end of the war The research institute successfully captured a certain existence in the dreamland." Tasting the pain of his future colleagues again, the man who was about to embark on the road of sacrifice nodded in satisfaction, and continued the task of explaining, "It's a coincidence, right? We, whose destiny is dictated by the gods, have to rely on the power of the old gods to fight against that indescribable master."

"...But this is not the reason for you to persecute Chuya, isn't there a more gentle way?!"

Biting your lips and standing up, you pointed at the madly roaring and blindly destroying man behind you in pain, and asked through gritted teeth,

"Could this be the old god you are talking about? Just because of a damn human experiment, the Central Plains Chuya, who lost his mind, can't even count as a human?!"

You don't know Chuya Zhongya's past, but after getting along, you can't see that he is not like a human being!In your opinion, the orange-haired youth loves this world far more than some crazy people!

"...You don't know anything yet, Mr. Darmstadt. Besides, we don't have time," Aliya said sadly, recalling her foreknowledge, and said bitterly, "Even if you try harder, seven The third party can only persist until 2021. Among the known prediction methods, starting from a certain day next year, the world will not have a continuous future.”

"Impossible! We didn't get any information!" Carter screamed, she wanted to wake up this nonsense woman, "World destruction? Are you crazy?!"

"...Do you really understand the truth of the world? Miss Louise Carter," Bai Lan played with the dagger, with a sweet tone, "Human history is only less than 4000 years old, which is meaningful. Compared with those indescribable existences, Our history is pitifully short. Most of the time we've been hiding in caves, fearing what we don't understand - and while their numbers seem to be dwindling since the technological revolution, our numbers are growing. But you should I know, this is just an excuse to protect human beings. The unexplainable has not disappeared, and the universe will always show its absurd and unbelievable side. Wilmas Foundation? Ha, do you really have enough authority, Poor and cute Louis sauce?" 【Note [-]】

"I'm sorry to have done cruel things to you and your companions, Mr. Darmstadt. However, in order to let others live in the sun, and to ensure the continuation of the future of mankind, we must rely on the power of the old gods Madam Alia turned her head and looked at the orange-haired young man in the center of the battlefield who had regained his sanity and stood there in a daze and couldn't believe why he didn't lose control to death. She said firmly, "Every old god is an opponent. The necessary strength of the unknowable being, our greatest goodwill, is that no further attempts to contain [SCP-5158] have been made."

"...you are all crazy!"

A huge amount of information comes together and your brain stops functioning.

After a moment of silence, you took two steps back and said firmly,

"You are all crazy!"

After speaking, you turned around decisively and rushed to the center of the stage built by scaffolding——

After destroying the "King in Yellow", Carcosa's weird ballroom once again sneaked into the inner world. On the other hand, the ancient theater of Recco in the real world gradually emerged on the surface of the world; under the spotlight, the unconscious The actors fell to the ground. Judging from their breathing, these guys were far luckier than the unlucky ghosts you met when you passed by... At least, most of them survived; while the orange-haired youth stood alone in the middle of the stage, shadow Being pulled so long, his whole body was covered with a sense of bewilderment.

Seeing this, you propped it up with one hand, jumped onto the stage in a hurry, and pressed the opponent into your arms firmly.

"Sorry, nothing helped."

Your voice was choked with sobs, and you hugged your lost and recovered partner tightly,

"It's all my fault, Chuya!"

"...What nonsense, J." His throat was still hoarse due to excessive roaring, and the man buried in his arms couldn't see his expression clearly, but his tone was as calm as ever, "Did I say that? I will protect you."

"...What a foul, Chuya, you..." You laughed through your tears, and were about to grab your partner and leave, when a ghostly voice came from behind you.

"What a foul."

From the corner of the stage, a familiar voice sounded.You turned your head, only to see that the old Mr. Zane, who had met you several times, was actually sitting on the piano bench behind the piano with a violin in his hand, repeating slightly troubledly,

"What a foul, Mr. Dawster. Your partner should not appear in my repertoire."

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A terrifying truth instantly illuminates your mind, and you exclaim:

"You are a traitor to the Foundation, you are the one who colluded with the illusionist!"

"...Please don't say that. I haven't done anything since I found out that "The Yellow Clothes Manuscript" was offered! Illusionists are naturally not the means of a good citizen like me. Are you right, Mr. Jesso?"

The old gentleman with blue eyes was personable and appeared to be pleading sincerely.He first asked Bairanger for proof, and after the latter nodded with a smile, he turned to you and explained slowly,

"Actually, I specifically asked old Charlie to take me to a hidden sea area and dispose of the photocopies I brought with me. That old thing actually followed my sister to believe in the Dagon religion, what an idiot."

Prynne? !Why is it him again!

Your pupils shrink slightly, and you are even in a trance.

"So I like smart people, sorry, Tsunayoshi-chan, I lied to you~surprise!"

Saying this, the man in a white suit and trousers waved his hands and walked slowly towards the stage.

The people next to him couldn't even stop his actions, and just as the man's voice fell, they fell to the ground with pale faces.

"Because I am a mental worker with no power to restrain the chicken, I made a little preparation in advance."

Stretching out his left hand to draw a small distance, this silver-haired, purple-eyed devil puts his right hand in his pocket, and while pacing, he has the heart to wink at you,

"The latest version of nerve gas is enough for Tsunayoshi-chan to take a good rest~"

"Damn...die..." Prison Temple was unwilling to widen his eyes, but he could only let the traitor walk past him by rubbing his cheeks, and he couldn't even move his fingers.

You stared at the people who fell to the ground, silent.

Man is a sword and I am a fish, but in an instant, the camp is reorganized, and the advantages and disadvantages are reversed.

You don't know what to say.

"Hey, what's going on here? J, to..."

Zhong was also at a loss, he had been in a state of no reason until just now.Therefore, in the face of Bai Lan's betrayal, he couldn't keep up with the plot at all... Well, you guess the expression is the same as his, with a stupid mouth?

"It's just winners and losers, Chuya-chan, Daust-chan. No matter what you think about it, following the great Lord of the Star Sea in deep space is more enjoyable than being a sacrifice of the "Key of the Door"."

As if explaining the information to you, Bai Lan stepped onto the stage and walked towards the busy Mr. Zane.

The latter had already stood up and hastily opened a familiar box.

"I will accompany you, Mr. Zane."

Saluting in a graceful manner, the silver-haired young man sat on the piano bench that Zane moved away from, and just unhurriedly snapped his fingers.

"Is the sheet music you mailed consistent with what you imagined? Inherited from the posthumous work of old Mr. Zane, the dreamy sheet music that my ancestors secretly kept."

Caressing the yellowed kraft paper, the gray-haired old Zane stared fascinatedly:

"That's right! As recorded, this score is full of fascinating charm!"

In the next second, he recalled the experience of missing him, and couldn't help cursing,

"Damn Erica, I am the one who inherited the worship of great gods from my ancestors! She actually let that stupid girl take away the treasure of Zane's family! Hahahahaha, stupid woman, you would never think of it, go around , It returned to my hands! It was given to me by your descendants... Hahahaha I am its owner! I am me, I am me, hahahahahaha!!!!"

After laughing wildly, he carefully looked at the symbols on the parchment:

"'On Golgotha'? Weird title . . . Ah, it's wonderful, no, wait! Why is it incomplete?"

As if struck by lightning, the old man tremblingly held up the music score and moved closer.

But there is a large blank space on the parchment, so he can't help but be lucky!

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!!!! Why it's not done! I want it done, I want it done, I want ink... ink ink ink, where's the ink?!!!"

Pacing back and forth in a frenzy, Zane's blue eyes quickly became bloodshot.

His frenzy and insanity made people feel chills when they saw it. Like a pantomime, in the center of the stage where the spotlights gathered, the old man who had the last laugh roared like a trapped animal.

"Let me get it done, let me get it done, let me get it done!"

Whispering frantically, Zane turned his head and rushed to the piano in two or three steps.

He ignored Bai Lan, who was close at hand, bit his fingers in a frenzy, and tremblingly smeared something on the parchment,

"Not enough ink, not enough ink..."

"I'm here to help you, Mr. Zane~"

It was a whisper so sweet that it was creepy, and the next second, Zane's eyes widened——

An ordinary dagger pierced through his chest, nailing him to the kraft paper.

"...Ink...complete...complete..."

Staring straight at the score that was close at hand and held in his arms, the old man who had been obsessed with it for half his life said in a daze,

"……I want……"

"I've already provided you with enough ink, Mr. Zane~ Look, isn't there enough red blood?"

Said lightly like this, Bai Lan pulled out the short sword and inserted it back into the back waist under the loose suit.

"Unfortunately, my dear great-grandfather? Hahahahaha, this is not the "The Music Of Erich Zann" you have been pursuing for most of your life. Its real name is "ABad Composition". Of course, I prefer the alias given by the East Asian Branch. Unfinished Movement." [Note [-]]

"...This is a fantasy work that will never be completed, so take your wishful thinking and go to hell together, old man."

Leaning closer and whispering so, Bai Lan stood up straight, stretched her waist sweetly, and showed a handsome and evil smile until she was sure that the latter had swallowed her last breath.

His sudden coquettish operation once again silenced the entire theater——

Although you were sure that this guy would not be Chuya's opponent, when he stood up, you subconsciously took half a step back.

This is not the horror brought about by force value, nor is it the indescribable unease.

No one wants to offend this volatile man, after witnessing his series of actions, you can't wait to see him in the sky, and never have any contact with him again!

In silence and depression, the silver-haired young man quickly came to the immobile Alia.

Gamma's eyes were tearing apart, but he could only watch helplessly as the other party knelt down and stretched out his poisonous hand towards the woman he loved little by little——

However, nothing happened.

To be precise, Blanchesso just smiled and took off the Marley Ring from Mrs. Alia's fingertip.According to the original agreement, it should have belonged to Brandeso; it would be better to say that the other two pillars of the third power of seven, I am afraid that this guy Bailan will go back on his word and refuse!

The man gently raised the small thing in his hand, and looked at it with a frown against the faint moonlight.

For a long time, staring at the gem the size of a pigeon egg, he suddenly smiled and put it in his pocket:

"Please give me your advice from today, Tsunakichi-chan, Alia-chan~ In the days to come, we must get along well, colleagues~"

After saying that, Bai Lan left the stunned crowd and walked away...

The author has something to say:

Today's last update, 6000+ is the completion of the arrears addition?In the evening, the normal chapters will be named Bailan Fanwai. If you have any other needs, you can leave a message and let me know~ Hurry up and give me a thumbs up, bookmark me, even if you have already bookmarked Wenwen, you can also bookmark me in the column ~233333

In order to avoid being blocked by the tutoring group, I deliberately combined the two into one.

Today's third question: Guess what is the reason why everyone is rational?

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