Dragon Clan: My Word Spirit is refreshed every week

Chapter 216 The Curse of the White King

At this moment, there is an unknown floor in the Genji Heavy Industries Building.

The pouring rain continued to hit the matte glass outside the building, weaving into a thick and dense rain curtain.

There is an ancient vermilion shrine in the building. In front of the shrine is a burnt torii gate. A man in a black suit and sunglasses, with a long white sheath sword and a pistol on his waist, stands respectfully on both sides of the passage.

A total of seven people, men, women, old and young, slowly walked past the torii gate holding paper umbrellas.

Their eyes were straight and their steps were extremely steady. The men beside the road bowed deeply and said nothing. The scene was as solemn as a funeral.

The seven of them are all heads of each of the eight Sheqi families, and the leader is Masamune Tachibana, who is wearing a black pattern with a haori.

Masamune Tachibana held a paper umbrella, looked calmly at the gloomy sky outside the window, and whispered softly: "It's really... a storm is coming."

He led the other six family heads into the main hall of the shrine and sat on the tatami.

There are no shrines or Buddha statues enshrined in the shrine. The walls are painted with a circle of exquisite and magnificent ukiyo-e paintings, with bright colors and vertical strokes.

The secretary in black presented the roster to Tachibana Masamune, "Please take a look at it."

Tachibana Masamune glanced at the list, stretched his neck and scanned around the shrine, frowning slightly: "Where is the child? He hasn't arrived yet, what meeting is being held?"

……

Because this meeting has only one purpose, to vote on whether to start a war against the fierce ghosts.

It was a war between gods, ghosts and demons, with flames raging like strong winds, clouds and mist rolling like ocean tides, and the eyes of various ghosts reflecting the dim candlelight, emitting a strange and eerie light.

He was holding a bottle of 18-year-old Yamazaki whiskey in his hand and a Mild Seven Star in his mouth.

Tachibana Masamune has been the head of the Sheqi Eighth Family for ten years. In these ten years, he has never done anything earth-shattering. Instead, he has allowed the fierce ghosts to become stronger and stronger during these ten years. Therefore, many people said in private: " Tachibana Masamune is the softest patriarch in the history of the Sheqi family, he is a spineless guy!"

But Yuan Zhisheng understood that after experiencing World War II, the eight Sheqi families could no longer afford any turmoil and war.

They all know their position in the Sheqiba family, and no one dares to overstep it.

"Everyone, everyone has arrived. The elders Shi Zhouzhai, Zuo Shanbu and Miyamoto of the Strategic Department, the heads of the Liaison Department and their subordinates total 34 people, and the family members of the five surnames total 134 people. There are nineteen people from the Kanto branch of the Searle College Japan branch, and from Kansai... a total of four hundred and forty people are all here."

Crow, who was kneeling in the back row, quickly stood up and trotted up to Tachibana Masamune. He nodded respectfully and bowed: "Young Master has arrived a long time ago. He is leading his men to inspect the surrounding environment to ensure the safety of all participants. It may happen that something has been confiscated." As soon as we get the message, Yasha and I will go find him immediately, please wait a moment!"

The howling cold wind carried scattered raindrops flying into the eaves, and Genji stood in a daze on the balcony on the top floor of Genji Heavy Industries.

The phone kept vibrating in the pocket of his trench coat, but Yuan Zhisheng was too lazy to pay attention.

He knew that there were hundreds of people waiting for him to hold a meeting in the shrine downstairs, but he had no intention of going downstairs.

After all the heads of the eight Sheqi families took their seats, hundreds of men and women dressed in black filed in silently and knelt down precisely on the tatami of the shrine.

He pointed to the only empty seat next to him: "Crow Yaksha, where is the child?"

After Tachibana Masamune came to power, he worked hard to develop various economies and did not dare to start any large-scale wars. In order to allow the eight Sheqi families to recuperate and recover from the shadow of World War II.

Today, the eight Sheqi families have completely recovered and have even reached an unprecedented peak!

The forces were so powerful that they had the confidence to get rid of the control of the Cassel Academy and get rid of the shadow brought by Hilbert Jean Angers. It's time to start a war!

A few days ago, Yuan Zhisheng would have appeared behind his father early and firmly supported him with his actions, but now he was hiding on the balcony smoking and drinking.

The information submitted by Hanyu Junhei not long ago, the child who claimed to have become an adult and wanted Yamazaki whiskey, and what he saw and heard at caring schools in various places flooded into Minamoto's heart like a bursting tide, overwhelming him. Out of breath.

Is this war against the fierce ghosts really meaningful?

Yuan Zhisheng asked himself.

Ultimately, the fierce ghosts are just the dark side of the eight Sheqi families hiding evil and evil.

As long as the Sheqi Eight Families still exist, and as long as there are still hybrids born in Japan, the number of ghosts will continue to increase.

Just like leeks without removing the roots, if you cut one today, a new one will grow in a few days.

The roots of the Menggui Zhong and the Sheqi Eight Families are not in Japan.

But in the hands of the white emperor!

The bloodline gifted by the White King is the source of misery for all Japanese hybrids.

If you really want to uproot the fierce ghosts, you can only start from King Bai.

But facing that great existence that can compete with the Black King Nidhogg, even if he is an extremely powerful super hybrid, what can he do?

Thinking of this, Yuan Zhisheng took a deep breath from the cigarette and exhaled the soft white smoke, which completely blurred his confused expression.

At this time, the iron door of the balcony was pushed open violently.

Crow hurriedly rushed to Yuan Zhisheng and stretched out his hand to help him organize his clothes: "I have found you, young master! Mr. Masamune is so anxious that he is going to curse. If you don't go, he will have to come to you in person!"

"I know, I'll go after I finish this bottle." Yuan Zhisheng shook the Yamazaki whiskey in his hand, "By the way, you and Yasha both came here for a meeting, so who is monitoring the Caesar team?"

"Sakura and that Cowherd brother are watching over there. Young Master, you drank too much! You said before that Yasha and I were unreliable, so you asked them to keep an eye on them." Crow took out the mouthwash and handed it to Yuan Childish.

Yuan Zhisheng drank the whiskey in his hand first, then took the mouthwash and started gargling.

Crow took the empty wine bottle and added: "By the way, I just said you were patrolling around, young master, please don't reveal the secret."

"Okay." Yuan Zhisheng nodded and walked towards the balcony door.

The moment he was about to step out of the balcony, he suddenly seemed to notice something. His tall eyebrows frowned slightly, and he turned to look at the hazy building in the distance like a mirage.

"Young Master, what are you looking at?" Crow asked.

"No." Yuan Zhisheng took a deep breath and walked up the stairs.

For some reason, he just felt a sense of danger, as if someone was pointing a gun at him.

As the saying goes, when you stand on the balcony and look at the scenery, the people watching the scenery are looking at you with a sniper scope.

(End of this chapter)