I directed the mythical revival in Tokyo

Chapter 101 Ancestral Finger
Kira Yoshimitsu shifted his gaze to a soul placed alone nearby.

This is the virtual soul that showed special performance in the second experiment, in addition to the red soul. Compared with the gluttonous red soul, this one clearly gives people a kind of spirituality.

Kira Yoshimitsu involuntarily walked closer, gently stretched out his fingers and gently touched it.

Suddenly, a vague and intermittent whisper echoed in his mind.

"Growth... Life... Happiness..."

"I'm……"

These sounds are faint.

Kira Yoshimitsu gazed at this soul that was gradually becoming wiser, and his heart was filled with simplicity and simplicity.

According to his research, the memory and consciousness of a virtual soul are separate. The memory can be directly instilled, but the consciousness needs to be quickly cultivated at the soul stage. Although it is a bit troublesome, there is no other way. He does not need an idiot with only memory and instinct.

He continued to pour energy into it, and saw that the soul was like a greedy young beast, madly absorbing every bit of nutrients. Its shape flickered, and it showed amazing vitality between expansion and contraction.

"Grow up quickly."

Kira Yoshimitsu whispered, a satisfied gleam in his eyes.

However, his experiments went far beyond this. In addition to these two special souls, Kira Yoshimitsu also randomly created a group of virtual souls that floated in containers not far away.

After the simplest memory indoctrination about the "information on ancient artifacts", Kira Yoshimitsu issued an extremely simple order.

Kira Yoshimitsu waved his hand lightly, tearing a black hole crack in space, and the other end was randomly connected to the map.

Then, like a shepherd, he pulled a large number of virtual souls into the black hole by an invisible force.

"Go, look for the ancient artifact to possess!"

……

In a quiet corner of the shrine, rows of ancient wooden bookcases stand tall in the study.

On the bookshelf, yellowed ancient books are stacked up layer by layer, and the paper of the ancient books has a light yellow hue. This is because in order to protect books from insects, ancient people often used juice boiled from the bark of the Phellodendron chinense tree to dye the paper.

In addition, as time goes by, the paper of ancient books will be affected by various environmental factors during the preservation process, and the chemicals such as lignin in the paper will undergo oxidation reactions, causing the paper to gradually turn yellow.

After the meeting ended that day, the priest set up home here without even taking a rest.

He sat at his desk, surrounded by piles of books that were one meter high and almost surrounded him.

The priest took a sip of water, trying to dispel the anxiety in his heart, and then plunged into the intense search again.

He stroked the covers of the ancient books with his fingers, even though he had a hunch that it might be difficult to find any trace of the God of Disobedience in these books.

After all, he was quite knowledgeable about ancient books and could get a glimpse of the general idea just by the title.

However, it was the uncertainty that prevented the priest from giving up any glimmer of hope.

Perhaps somewhere in an inconspicuous corner of these ancient books, there is information about the God of Disobedience, perhaps a line of small words, or perhaps a quote.

As he read deeper, the priest felt his head becoming increasingly heavy.

pat.

Next to the pile of ancient books, the priest slowly leaned back in his chair. The solid support of the chair just relieved the fatigue in his waist, and a slight sense of squeezing seemed to take away the hard work of the past few days.

He sighed softly.

"I've finished reading these two piles of books."

The priest muttered to himself, with a barely perceptible hint of fatigue in his voice.

Then, he took a deep breath, adjusted his state, stood up again, and carefully sorted out the ancient books in his hand.

With a slight "swishing" sound, the ancient books returned to their places, and the priest walked to the next bookshelf. The ancient books in front of him were covered with a thin layer of dust, and they lay there quietly.

Just as he was about to pull out one of the books, an unexpected discovery made him frown.

Behind the ancient books, there lay a black box, its surface covered with thick dust.

"Ok?"

The priest couldn't help but let out a slight sound of doubt, his curiosity was instantly ignited.

He gently put down the ancient book in his hand and carefully reached out to touch the black box.

With a flick of the fingertips, the dust scattered, revealing the original appearance of the box.

The priest carefully observed the box and found that it was perfectly fitted without any trace of craftsmanship, and it looked completely natural.

He knocked on the lid of the box gently, and a muffled "dong dong" sound came from inside. It was obvious that the box was hollow.

There were a lot of unknown symbols drawn on the top of the box. The priest tried to shake the box gently, and there was a sound of objects moving inside.

This feels a bit like a long strip?
and many more?

The priest's expression changed as he looked at the box in front of him, and suddenly an idea popped into his mind!
"Could it be that?"

……

In the tense atmosphere of the Extraordinary Countermeasures Bureau, Minister Miki, Ryuji Takasaka, and the priest stood aside, their eyes fixed on the machine inside the bulletproof glass that was about to perform the cutting.

"Do you suspect that the box passed down from generation to generation in your family contains the two-faced Sukuna finger?" Minister Miki looked at the priest with a serious tone.

The priest nodded heavily, his face full of worry. After all, everyone knew how dangerous Ryoumen Sukuna was, and even if one finger was safe according to the intelligence, he didn't dare to be at ease with him.

"Yes, didn't Takasaka Ryuji's dream that day say that after defeating Ryoumen Sukuna, Takeshi Takeo ordered that the corpse be distributed to the top shrines at the time for sealing?"

"Although I may sound a bit modest, our family's shrine has been passed down for quite a long time. After investigation, it was confirmed that our family did exist during the reign of Emperor Jimmu."

"All right!"

"Although I don't think it's such a coincidence. But if you're willing."

Zizi!

As the cutting machine continued to approach the box, everyone thought it would be easy to cut, but suddenly they found that the laser cutting machine began to struggle shortly after it was immersed in the cutting box.

"How is this possible?!" everyone exclaimed, unable to believe what they saw.

You know, even hard synthetic metal is just fragile paper in front of this high-power laser cutting machine.

Are you feeling tired facing this black box which is obviously made of wood?
Is this wood of yours made of gold or silver?
"Quick, enable oxygen-assisted cutting!"

With the injection of oxygen, the cutting machine began to work again, moving forward with difficulty. Every "sizzling" sound was accompanied by the accelerated heartbeat of everyone.

Finally, a corner of the box was slowly opened, revealing its true appearance.

Everyone's eyes were instantly focused, and they saw a dry finger lying quietly in the center of the box, covered with intricate spells.

"It's really..."

Ryuji Takasaka and Minister Miki exchanged a meaningful look, and they both spoke almost at the same time, with complex emotions in their voices that were difficult to conceal.

"Ryomen Sukuna's finger!"

They never expected that it would be such a coincidence.

"This is really easy to get!"

(End of this chapter)