Byakuya's son

In the night, with a slightly smoky smell of alcohol, a middle-aged man with a flushed complexion walked out of the izakaya surrounded by servants. A carriage had been waiting for a long time, and servants who bowed slightly were distributed around the carriage. And several samurai also stood around the carriage and surveyed the surroundings, looking at everyone passing by with vigilant eyes - obviously the middle-aged man is not an ordinary person.

He paused before getting into the carriage, and nodded with a deep smile towards the izakaya. Many people thought he was smiling at the woman who had been in his arms before, but he knew very well that he Who are you saying hello to?Just as he turned around, he felt a sudden coolness across his cheeks. When he wiped it with his hand, the wet feeling made him understand that it was starting to rain.This cleared his slightly dizzy head, and the hotness in his heart before could not help but eased a lot. Without stopping, he stepped on the back of the squatting servant and got into the carriage.

This is a fairly good izakaya in Jingling Court. The business is booming, and it can be divided into different levels according to different classes and requirements. Not only ordinary Shinigami will come here, but also some nobles will often come here. But this place is good, it's good, it's just good, it doesn't deserve the identity of a middle-aged man, if it's just for fun, he wouldn't choose this kind of place.There is only one reason for him to come here, and that is convenience.

Just convenience.

However, the meaning of the word convenience is a bit complicated. It is necessary to distinguish whether it is quick and convenient, or whether it is to deceive people.As a nobleman, especially a nobleman of the four major families, he has to pay attention to his appearance even when he is eating at home. Naturally, it is not because of the so-called convenience. He just wants to meet someone in a relatively safe environment. That's all.

That person belonged to Xiadalu's family, and seemed to be Yunjing's direct subordinate.Their negotiation tonight was very successful, unlike the meaningless probing they had when they met last time, the other party had obviously lost patience, and the other party had obviously lost patience in the tug-of-war of bargaining. Thinking of this, the middle-aged man's face couldn't help but He showed a slightly excited smile - this means that if the matter is successful, his position in the family meeting can be moved forward by at least two positions.

He won.

The rain quickly became heavier, and a large number of raindrops fell on the carriage, and the sound gradually became louder. This made him suddenly feel abnormally bored in the carriage, and even he himself was a little puzzled. The sound of rain, he gradually calmed down.

The carriage suddenly shook unnaturally, which made him hardly sit still. He instinctively put his hands on the wall of the carriage, and asked in a low voice with a little annoyance, "What's going on?"

No one answered, and the carriage seemed to have stopped. The middle-aged man felt something was wrong. He stretched out his left hand and let the folding fan in his hand part the curtain of the carriage. He was shocked to find that his coachman had lost his head, and there was a lot of blood It was spraying unscrupulously in this uninhabited alley, and the blood fell on the carriage, making a patter sound like raindrops.

The middle-aged man gasped. He was shocked to understand that it wasn't the rain that fell on the carriage. The liquid that fell on the carriage was more blood... and half of the warriors protecting him fell to the ground, and half disappeared. , and the only ones standing in front of his eyes were two people wearing bamboo hats, one of them was wearing a black tights and holding a bloody knife in his hand, while the other was wearing a deadly costume with a saber hanging on his waist, basically he could It was determined to be a god of death, and suddenly the expression of the middle-aged man changed drastically. He knew the knife.

Although he didn't see it many times, he definitely saw it, and he deeply remembered this Zanpakuto. It was the existence and powerful strength of the owner of this Zanpakuto that hindered too many people who should have work more smoothly.Then, holding the blood-stained blade, the person in black tights spoke.

"There is no escape, everything is taken care of, um, I said... killing people is obviously good at Shimizu, she was in the second team before! Why are you looking for me?"

This is a woman's voice, except for the deep dissatisfaction in the tone.

"Because you're not good at assassination, she's not bad." The other person said coldly, and the indifference brought by the message made the middle-aged man feel chills, "She's going to kill four elders today, what do you do? There's too much movement."

"Tongming...Master...?" The middle-aged man stammered out the name of one of them. Although the night was dark, he couldn't see the other person's face clearly, but the style of the Zanpakuto guard was exactly like that person's. From his father's tone, the middle-aged man immediately confirmed the identity of the visitor.

He had just met someone from Xia Dalu's family, so he naturally knew why the other party did these things. The more he thought about it, the more frightened he was, he couldn't help trembling and howling: "You! No! You can't do this to me! I'm Deadwood The fourth generation retainer of the Kuchiki family! I am a descendant of the Kuchiki family!"

"Let's take care of it, there are still four convoys." Tong Ming snorted coldly, turned and left.

"...my father is the third elder! You have no right to touch me...uh!"

The slightly shrill voice stopped abruptly, the middle-aged man's eyes widened, his hands covered his throat involuntarily, a large amount of blood flowed out from the wound, and the blade that appeared at his throat was pulled out neatly by someone Come out, bring out a bunch of blood flowers.

"That's a lot to talk about." Qi muttered, waved his sword carelessly, and after spilling blood, he followed Tong Ming's footsteps, and the two disappeared at the murder scene in the blink of an eye.

This is the sixth murder scene tonight.

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At the same time, a group of high-ranking retainers gathered in the Kuchiki family's family conference hall, but not all of them were invited here selectively, and the inviter was Kuchiki Byakuya.

Those who arrived at this hall were all supporters of Bai Zai's faction and neutral people. As for some people whose hands and feet were so dirty that Bai Zai couldn't bear it, and those who clamored for a change of heir candidates, finally plus those who participated in the indirect The person who murdered Kuchiki Canojun was not here.

"Three days ago, I sent you an invitation letter. Except for a few people and those I didn't invite, most of you have come." Bai Zai sat in the first place, looked around indifferently, and didn't say anything. He purposely aimed at a certain person, but everyone's heart tightened suddenly, "That's right, there is finally a rescue, the elders who didn't come here today, won't come here in the future."

"This... Patriarch, what do you mean!?" The expression of an old man with white beard and hair suddenly changed, which made him nervous, because his eldest son was among those who did not come.

Without even looking at the old man, Bai Zai didn't seem interested in answering the old man's question, so he just said lightly: "There is nothing to do today, as long as you stay here until dawn, if anyone wants to get out of this gate, no one will Stop you, but as long as you take half a step out of this room..."

Quite a few lucky people followed Bai Zai's last words, their hearts sank to the bottom of the valley.

"There is no need to come in the future."

"Lord Patriarch, what do you mean by this!" Because of Bai Zai's attitude, the old man felt more and more ominous in his heart, he stood up suddenly, glared at Bai Zai and asked.

Maybe because of the status of an old man, it is not something that juniors should do, so this time Bai Zai spoke up, but he just glanced at the old man, "I'll talk about all business matters tomorrow."

All business, let's talk about it tomorrow?Obviously, Bai Zai is warning the old man, if it is a business matter, we can talk about it tomorrow, if it is a private matter... then there is no need to mention it here.The old man naturally understood what Bai Zai said, but at this time he couldn't care less, he was trembling with anger, "The old man is talking about private matters!"

A chill finally appeared in his eyes, and Bai Zai looked at the old man without saying a word. This old man was of the same generation as his grandfather in terms of seniority, and he and his grandfather were brothers. Even when his father died, Nor did he intend to be the heir.But he didn't want to, but it didn't mean his son didn't mean it.

"Even if it's a branch, he's still your second uncle!"

"Talk about private matters, okay." Hearing these words, Bai Zai stared at the old man, every word, as if a heavy hammer hit the old man's heart, making his eyes darken, "That hundred years ago, did he ever Ever had a brother?"

A question that was not considered sharp, made the old man seem to see the guillotine that had been hanging on his eldest son's neck for a hundred years gradually became clearer, so clear that he felt despair.