My name is Lu Mingfei, not Lu Mingfei!.

It is a distant and vague memory, and it is also a secret that few people know. If in ancient times, the priests of the family would write the story of Yuan Zhisheng killing his younger brother as a romantic ghost-killing legend, describing how the hero Yuan Zhisheng used resourcefulness and cleverness Victory over evil spirits who suck human blood.

But to Yuan Zhisheng, it was always his younger brother. If his younger brother was an ordinary person, he would not have made those mistakes. What really went wrong in the final analysis was his bloodline, which was the poison bestowed on mankind by God many years ago.

Immediately, Mr. Masamune will say that idea. Yuan Zhisheng will be the first firm supporter. Only by cutting off everything the evil spirits desire can we completely eliminate more nightmares caused by blood in the future. Finish.

"It can't go on like this." Masamune Tachibana sighed with hazy eyes, "As long as we are still alive, there will always be children who have fallen because of their desire for that power. Saying it is a fatal temptation, saying some ugly words, if I have been placed in that position since birth, it is hard to say whether I will also be moved. So... it is time to cut off this fate."

Tachibana Masamune's last words suddenly became dull. As an oath to declare war, this should have been a raging flame like the eruption of Mount Fuji, but he said it so calmly, like a battle-tested samurai lightly holding his hand. With a saber, the murderous aura is restrained and only needs to be triggered at the touch of a button.

Minamoto raised his head and looked directly into Tachibana Masamune's eyes.

"Mr. Masamune is going to start a war against the ghosts?" Sakurai Patriarch said, "Let's not talk about whether the family can secure the victory. They were all our friends and relatives, and many people would not bear to wave a knife at them, after all, they were all blood-related compatriots!"

"The ghosts are indeed related to us by blood, but can they really be called our compatriots? They chose the path of the dragon. In their eyes, the dragon is a perfect creature and the master of the world. They just want to be like that. Existence, let human beings crawl under their feet." Tachibana Masamune said, "Assuming that the ghosts have dug up the burial place of the gods and obtained the secret of bloodline evolution, who would think that they can finally get a stable bloodline? Are you willing to come back to our arms and continue to make up for your past identities and mistakes? Absolutely not! Once they taste the taste of bloodlines, they will only intensify. If we are kind, we are doomed to sit and wait to die. Only by eradicating the organization of the ghosts will there be peace and tranquility!"

The head of the Sakurai family has a calm face. She is the second female head of the family besides Uesugi. She is much older than Erika Uesugi and is over 30 years old. Most women who are still in positions of power at this age are people's imagination Although the kind of strong woman like her can speak on behalf of everyone for a while, she will make a correct decision soon after hearing Masamune Tachibana's analysis of her interests.

"This is no easy task, blood will flow like rivers, and the whole Tokyo will be shaken by it." Fumo Kotaro said in a deep voice.

"From ancient times to the present, all revolutions will succeed without bloodshed. This is destined to be a difficult and dangerous road of thorns, so I beg you to help me today!" Tachibana Masamune knelt down and knelt down, "Blow up the burial of the gods!" So, together with the bones of the gods, completely destroy the hopes of the ghosts, and then completely cleanse the forces of the ghosts, people attached to them, gangs attached to them, companies attached to them, not one will be spared!"

This was Masamune Tachibana's second big gift today, and everyone kneeled down and paid respects in reverence, with expressions as dignified as a mountain.This kind of thing is indeed not something that can be done by a single hero raising his arms and shouting. The entire Snaki Eight Family and even the Japanese branch must work together to join this war. Only by working together can it be possible to accomplish this. The grand feat swept away the haze that had lingered in the hearts of Japanese mixed races for many years.

"There is always blood that has to be shed in this world," Tachibana Masamune said, "but as the head of the family, I cannot push everyone to the bloody battlefield on my own. The road ahead is difficult. Some people will feel timid, while others will After a lot of thinking, I leave the power of choice to everyone here. If you agree with me, please make a bold decision. For those who vote against, I promise that I will neither force participation nor pursue accountability afterwards. "

He clapped his hands, and the small door on the left opened, and the priests came in carrying two screens, erected on the left and right sides of Tachibana Masamune, on the left side was the word 'war' dripping with ink, and on the right side was the graceful word 'forbearance' Character.

"If you think the family should fight to the death with the ghosts, please put your name under the word Zhan, and if you think the status quo should remain unchanged, please write under the word Ninja, everyone, please give me your judgment, dispel my evil thoughts of killing people or Help me fight!"

Masamune Tachibana took out a black cloth belt from his arms to cover his eyes, and turned to face the wall with his back to the crowd. He expressed his attitude in this way, and he would not see any voters.

The silence in the hall is like a curtain, the sound of the rain is very clear, and the cherry blossoms falling in the garden accidentally float into the hall. This once gorgeous color is now just a piece that can be picked up by bowing your head. It makes people feel that life is impermanent like a flower. Falling quietly and easily, no one is willing to get up, everyone is thinking that many people will die in the war that is set off, maybe even yourself here.

Yuan Zhisheng got up suddenly and walked through the crowd, the spider was hanging beside him, a blue cold light flowed on the blade without the scabbard, it seemed that even when it cut through the air, it could make people feel the chill.

Without any hesitation, he went straight to the word Zhan on the left, and picked up a pen to write the first stroke of the day.Tachibana Masamune just mentioned this matter to him in advance, but did not directly ask him to make a decision. Even in the eyes of Mr. Masamune, he is also a person who can make choices freely.

But is it necessary to think about this choice?Many people here have not even participated in the actions of the executive bureau, and they don't know how those fierce ghosts with corrupt bloodlines are doing harm to the world in the shadows.Yuan Zhisheng has always been on the front line as a ghost slayer all these years, and the number of dead souls cut off by spiders is more than dozens or even hundreds. When he personally inserted the blade into his brother's chest, Yuan Zhisheng already knew his future, and he will surely It is the final chapter in the death battle with the evil spirits.

Yuan Zhisheng put down his pen and stood beside the screen on the left, tore off a feather from his body and covered his eyes, he was very clear about his position in the family, the young master chose to be the same as the current head of the family, regardless of every Personally write down the most honest thoughts in your heart.

While he was doing this, Erika also got up and walked to the left, picking up a pen and adding a stroke under Yuan Zhisheng's first stroke. She didn't care whether the family was fighting or forbearance, she just followed Yuan Zhisheng's elder brother's strokes. choose.

The three major surnames of the Eight Sheqi Clans all chose the Zhanzi side. Although they are pitifully small in number, they only have three votes in this kind of meeting where the final number determines the future of the family, but they have the best blood in the family. Is the most reliable combat force, their choice will affect those who are indecisive to a certain extent.

Patriarch Inuyama immediately left the table, went to the front of the screen on the right side and drew a pen, then threw the pen on the pen holder, turned around and left, heading straight into the wind and rain.

His choice is also the attitude of many people. When peace can be maintained, people always think about maintaining peace. They are our compatriots. Although they rebelled against the family, they still flow the blood of the Bajia of Sheqi.

The owners of the house took the lead to set an example, so more people got up and wrote on the screen. The growth rate of the strokes on both sides was almost the same. Those who finished writing walked behind the blindfolded Tachibana Masamune and bowed deeply, and then walked out of the main hall.

This spring rain seemed to have no beginning and no end. Many people who had voted came out of the hall one after another and walked on the rainy steps. The rain was cold to the touch, and almost no one chose to hold an umbrella.That's fine, maybe only such a cold heart can calm down the heart, just like those monks who see through the world of mortals, fighting and forbearance are nothing more than a step in life, since they were born in the underworld, they must follow the rules of the underworld.

In the end, there were only two people left in the main hall of the shrine. When the last person left and headed towards the wind and rain, Yuan Zhisheng took off his blindfold and turned his head to look at the screens on both sides.

With just one glance, he could see that there were five more paintings on the screen on the left than on the right. It was the difference of five paintings that caused the fate of the entire Japanese underworld to take a different path from the original one.

On the road outside the stone steps of the shrine, black cars one after another galloped through the rain. This is the outskirts of Tokyo, where few people come. Those who come here to park are gangsters, but a taxi runs against the traffic flow. Driving in the direction they came from, the owner looked curiously at the end-to-end traffic flow in the rain from the cab. Although he didn't know where it was, he could roughly judge that it must be a gathering of a group of elites. Looking up, he could see Gao There is a looming torii shrine.

This is an ordinary uncle taxi driver who just took a long order to send a group of foreigners who like rain to the suburbs. They actually want to go to the mountains to play in this kind of horrible weather. I don't know whether to say that I am excited or my brain is flooded.But this has nothing to do with the driver. After delivering the big order, he continued to drive along the road. The navigation showed that there was a road restaurant ahead, and he planned to have a good meal there before returning to Tokyo.

But his plan seemed to be disrupted. A red-haired girl stood by the side of the road without an umbrella. Her hair was hanging down her shoulders like noodles in clear soup, and she waved at him.

The driver turned around and leaned against her in the aisle. This is the daily life of a taxi driver. When there is money to make, he can't even eat.What's more, going to Tokyo from here is also a big list. As Tokyo, which is famous for its expensive taxis, taxis here are not calculated by 0.5 or 1 kilometer. to calculate the additional price.The driver did a little calculation, and the bill cost at least tens of thousands of yen in fare.

Erika boarded the back seat, the driver turned around and asked the guest where are you going, Erika lowered her head and wrote on the small book, and handed it to the front seat for the driver to read.

"Go to Tokyo, anywhere."

Anywhere?The driver wondered what kind of strange request this was. He had never seen such a guest in the business for so many years. He didn't talk when he got in the car, and he used a notebook to communicate, and he said that he could go anywhere?
This made the driver have to look at Eri Yi twice more. Judging from her clothes and appearance, she should have come out of the shrine just now. The people in the commercial vehicles are all dressed like this, and the young girl didn't pick up anyone else. Instead, he chose to take a taxi by himself. Maybe he is a person who doesn't care about money, but just doesn't want to be with other men. After all, there didn't seem to be many women in that place just now.

It took only a moment for the driver to make up his mind and turn around to start the taxi.

"Then let's go to a fun place! How about Akihabara? Young people like Akihabara, and there are many hotels!" The driver enthusiastically gave a suggestion.

"Okay. I don't have change. Do you take a check?"

A...cheque?The new speech on the small notebook once again impacted the driver's worldview, and he couldn't help looking at Eri Yi with a little more respect.Could this be the legendary super rich lady?You have never used cash since you grew up, and you always sign a checkbook when you go out?

"I really haven't received it...but you said that you didn't bring any change, so I can only accept it!" The driver uncle smiled bitterly, thinking that all kinds of monsters and ghosts have come out this trip today, and there is a rainy day ahead. Idiot foreign tourists who go up to the mountains, and there are rich local ladies who go out without money. I always feel that if this trend continues, it will not be strange to meet a beautiful female ghost on the way back to Tokyo!
The driver drove the car full of strange ideas, and Erika was lying on the window. From here, you can see the shrine that is gradually going away. The shrine in the rain is like a touch of red quietly embellished in the mountains. I want to come to this time. The husband is still in the shrine, and has not noticed that she has disappeared.Erika didn't care about what was discussed in that meeting and didn't listen at all, but that kind of meeting is bound to be very important to Yuan Zhisheng and them, and it will share a lot of their energy and time. This is her best opportunity.

The moment Minamoto followed Tachibana Masamune's example and put on a cloth bag, Erika knew that her chance had come. After writing that, she went straight to the main hall of the shrine and left in a hurry. The men in black did not stop her actions. They were not the priests of the shrine, they were just followers brought by other patriarchs. Not everyone would know Patriarch Uesugi Uesugi Uesugi and knew her specialness, so they did not take any action.

But it's not easy to leave the shrine, there are cars with owners all around, and Erika doesn't know how to drive.Fortunately, luck always favors the caring person, and a taxi appeared in her sight after she waited for a long time.

"ごめんなさい."

Erika's lips moved slightly, and she apologized silently. She couldn't remember how many times she had sneaked out of the house. She hoped that this time, she would go a little further.