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If he could watch the Onmyoji Association collapse with his own eyes, he would have settled his mind. Should he also think about how to live his retirement life?

Hehe, what are you thinking.

Haneda Koichi shook his head with a faint smile, this matter has only just begun, and he has already started to fantasize about his future life. Is it really because of the appearance of those two young people that he has revived his desire for life?

While thinking, Haneda Koichi had already driven to his destination, a two-story wooden house that looked a little old, with a wall less than 1.5 meters outside.

Although the house is a bit old, this is Hengdao after all, where every inch of land is expensive. Most people live in low-rent apartments or even Internet cafes. To own a small second floor is already considered a rich person.

Haneda Koichi parked the car in the parking space outside. After getting off the car, he didn't rush to knock on the door. Instead, he stood there and looked up at the house that was almost integrated with the darkness, as if hesitating.

"It's all here, what's there to be embarrassed about?"

At this time, a leisurely old voice came, and a beam of light was projected from the window on the second floor, and it accurately shone on Haneda Koichi, as if he had already discovered his existence.

When Haneda saw this, he couldn't help laughing:

"You old fellow, you are still so alert after decades."

As he said that, he saw Haneda Koichi stomping lightly on the ground, the whole person jumped up and jumped straight to the roof at the window on the second floor, and the people in the room also opened the windows at this time, letting Haneda Koichi in.

"You guys are not the same. You just don't go through the door for life and death. After so many years, you always go through the window when you come in and out. You are not afraid that your old bones will fall apart one day."

As the other party spoke, he turned on the light in the room, and the room was brightly lit in an instant, and the person who spoke appeared in front of Haneda Koichi's eyes. His hair was half a hundred, combed back meticulously, and he was wearing a black high-necked padded jacket. , holding an unlit cigarette in his hand, his face was full of traces of years of devastation.

This is not a metaphor, but this guy's face was really devastated. Two long scars crossed from the corners of the old man's cheeks and eyes, along the bridge of the nose, and extended to the two cheeks. It's not like being injured by a sharp blade, but more like being cut out by something similar to a blunt weapon.

However, the old man is in good condition, but he is a bit hideous when he smiles.

"Fuck you, I'm pretty strong."

Hikaru Haneda cursed with a smile, looked at the layout of the room, it was very simple, there were a few books on the desk by the window, a blue desk lamp was fixed on the upper right corner of the desk, and in the center of the room was a Kotatsu, with several bottles of sake and some food placed on it.

What attracted the most attention were the two long knives enshrined on the shelf of the altar by the wall of the entrance.

"I haven't seen you for more than thirty years. The furnishings of your room haven't changed at all."

After these words came out, the atmosphere in the room suddenly froze, and the smile on the old man's face became a little stiff. He seemed to have noticed this himself, and he simply restrained his smile:

"As long as you don't touch the furnishings in the room, it will always remain the same. Even if it is placed in the wrong place occasionally, there is a chance to rearrange it. But if some things change, they can never go back."

A flash of memory flashed in Haneda Hikaru's eyes, and the expression on his face became a little sad:

"Yeah, I can't go back... If I hadn't been soft-hearted back then, I wouldn't have made this situation. It's all my fault. I'm sorry for you old brothers."

"Okay, don't mention that matter again, no one will blame you for the decision back then, and you don't need to feel guilty about the deaths of Yoko and Kogoro."

When the old man said this, he unconsciously took a deep breath.

"Yingzhu, you don't need to comfort me. What happened back then is indeed my responsibility. It not only hurt myself, but also everyone who has always supported me. I have been living in self-blame and pain for more than 30 years. "

Haneda Koichi's eyes were red:

"Over the years, I have never given up the idea of ​​avenging them. Now the time is almost here. I plan to send those treacherous guys to hell. Do you want to come with me..."

Before Hikaru Haneda could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by the old man named Yingsuke waving his hand.

"Hehe, Guangyi, I am seventy-two years old this year, and I have two grandsons. My son and daughter-in-law are all ordinary people. There is an insurmountable abyss between me and me. , I can't implicate my family for the old things decades ago, for the dead, do you understand?"

Haneda Koichi was not angry, just nodded:

"I understand what you mean Yingsuke."

In fact, when meeting Ye Chen and the two of them, Haneda Koichi planned to lead a great battle between Onmyoji and its hostile forces with the more than one hundred priests as sacrifices, and did not intend to involve Yingsuke.

But now it seems that I still think too simple. Yingzhu's current life can be said to be happy and happy. It is really inappropriate to disturb him by himself.

"I'm sorry Koichi."

Yingzhu's tone was heavy and authentic.

"It's okay, I was too rude. Now that you have concerns, you really shouldn't try your best. I understand."

Haneda Koichi smiled and walked to the kotatsu, and took out two bottles of wine from his arms:

"Let's not talk about this anymore. Let's try the sake I brewed by myself. We brothers may not have seen each other for a long time. Let's have a good drink tonight."

"You don't know how you did it. You're not very strong, but you're a good brewer."

When Yamada Eisuke heard this, he couldn't help but reveal a wry smile. The two of them sat around in front of the kotatsu and began to exchange cups.

Early the next morning, Yamada Eisuke woke up from his sleep and unconsciously wrapped his clothes tightly.

"That old bastard didn't know how to close the window when he arrived. Is he going to freeze me to death?"

As Yamada Eisuke spoke, he glanced at the empty wine bottles scattered on the table in a daze.

"Father, the meal is ready. Come down and wash up, father?"

Wearing a suit, Yamada Ryuichi knocked on his father's door, but received no response. He couldn't help but feel a little worried, so he gently opened the door of his father's room, and suddenly a cold wind blew in his face.

Yamada Ryuichi couldn't help but frown. When did the window in his father's room open? It was such a cold day. What if his father got cold and sick?