Underworld exchange group

Chapter 369 Is it the rhythm to cause trouble?
This time, the Shirochi Ninja Clan suffered heavy losses. 210 three killers and 63 ninjas died, including the Jōnin Shirojiemon. The high-level is still there, as long as the Baidi Ninja Clan is given time, they can still recover slowly.

The Japanese are a nation that adores the strong. The American emperor dropped the atomic bomb in Japan, not only does not hate him, but he is like his own father. The same is true for the senior officials of the White Land Ninja Clan. They were killed by Zhang Fan, but they respected Zhang Fan extremely.

It seems that what the strong in Japan does is right and what they should do.

"Ahead is the Li Bridge!"

On the quaint streets full of Japanese style, Zhang Fan walked on the snow, followed by Baidi Akiko, the new patriarch of the Baidi family, who was nearly thirty years old, but Baidi Akiko had a baby face, a bit like Sasaki from parallel time and space , with big and bright eyes, and skin as white as snowflakes falling from the sky, wearing a kimono and stepping on wooden clogs, followed behind Zhang Fan tremblingly.

Beside them is a poodle dog, walking like a devil.

"Is it right in front?"

According to legend, Seimei Apei, the founder of Tsuchimomon Shinto, was afraid of Shikiki because of his wife, so Apei Seimei placed all Shikiki on a bridge near his house and called them when necessary.

There is also a stone tablet at the entrance of Liqiao, which uses ancient Japanese, it should be said that Chinese characters are more appropriate to make a detailed description.

"Since we're here, let's go in and have a look, what do you think? Strong?"

"Wang"

Baidi Qianzi has always felt that Lord Zhang Jun's VIP Wang is very spiritual and seems to understand people's words. However, in her opinion, it is not a rare thing. Miss Qianzi can accept whatever happens around Zhang Fan. up.

The horror has gone numb.

"Does Liqiao have twelve spirits?"

The so-called twelve-style gods are just ghosts. If they are real gods, his wife can't be afraid.

"Miss Qianzi, just wait outside the bridge."

"Hi!" Baidi Qianzi replied crisply.

Seeing the great Mr. Zhang muttering in his mouth, of course she couldn't see her body traveling in the shadows. For safety's sake, Zhang Fan turned around and applied an invisibility array and an energy hiding array to his body. In his eyes, Zhang Fan just disappeared out of thin air, which caused Miss Qianzi to cover her mouth and exclaim.

This is different from the ninja's invisibility technique, which is just a cover-up, but Zhang Fan's physical body is really hidden.

Stepping on the Li Bridge, the billowing black smoke unfolded in front of Zhang Fan's eyes. The black smoke did not affect his vision at all, and he could see a street from a distance. The houses on both sides were very small, which should be ancient Japanese buildings. , the damage was very serious, unfortunately, not a single ghost was seen.

The street is very short and it ends in a few minutes.

"Judging from the damage of the houses, this street should have been bloodbathed." Zhuang Zhuang was finally able to pretend to be unscrupulous.

Zhang Fan squatted down by a wall. There was a cracked stone on the side of the road. The cuts on it were uniform, and it looked like it was cut by a sharp knife. "It should be, it should have been washed by human blood."

Immediately, Zhang Fan pushed away from room to room.

All empty!

"Just don't know when it happened."

Zhang Fan is still very curious, when and who bloodbathed this place.

Push away the last room.

This room is the largest. Unlike other rooms, there are still many unburned books in it, which have been sealed due to the age.

I picked up a fairly complete copy and read it.

What is written above is what happened in the Heian era of Japan. If it is taken out, it must be of great value for the historical research of Japan, and the person who wrote it is Abe Seimei, the originator of Onmyoji in Japan. Out of the longing for China, it is called the Holy Land, the land of the gods.

"Slapping your face and forcing you to look at this painting."

Hearing this, Zhang Fan looked up and saw a painting hanging on the wall.There is a woman playing the piano in the painting, and sitting opposite her is an onmyoji wearing a white safari suit, a tall hat, and holding a folding fan, which is somewhat similar to the portrait of Ampere Seimei in Japanese folklore. Here is where Ampere is clear, and nine out of ten of the paintings are him.

But neither the girl nor An Pei Qingming is what attracted Zhang Fan, what attracted him was the piano in the painting... Duyou!
"I didn't expect this violin to have been exiled in Japan."

There is also an inscription on it:

On a clear night, the moon is bright, shining on the towering mountains and the vast sea.

After thinking for a while, a pinch of flame popped up between Zhang Fan's fingers and burned the drawing.

Because he feels that this painting has a strange feeling, and he is afraid that it will become a disaster after a long time.

After all, that violin is on it.

Immediately, Zhang Fan and Zhuang Zhuang went out of the house, and walking forward, they saw a closed gate. Zhang Fan couldn't help laughing when he saw the three big characters on it.

gate of hell!
There is a feeling of coming home.

"Zhuang Zhuang, why is there a gate of hell here?" Zhang Fan asked curiously.

"How does Ben Wang know? Ben Wang doesn't even know how many thousands of years it has been sealed. Before that, the earth was not like this. Anyway, how did it become like this? Ben Wang has no idea." Zhuang Zhuang was very depressed. Alive.

If it weren't for this seal, we would be a living dictionary.

Well, now it has been forcibly turned into a real fossil.

The ghost gate was closed. This was the first time Zhang Fan saw it, so he couldn't help walking over and pushing the door.

The gate of ghosts is extremely thick and does not move at all.

"Forget it, since the ghost gate is closed, it should be relevant..." Zhang Fan was a little worried, and it would be fine if he got into trouble. Generally, Zhuang Zhuang or Xiao Die would do this kind of trouble.

Standing beside him was already waiting for the troublemaker, Zhuang Zhuang looked forward to it.

"what?"

Suddenly there seemed to be a red light coming from behind the gate of ghosts, Zhang Fan and Zhuang Zhuang didn't look at each other, there was someone behind the gate of ghosts.

Zhang Fan couldn't help pushing again.

"what is that?"

Zhang Fan seemed to see a pair of three eyes, which were scarlet red, especially the third vertical eye, which made people feel flustered.

Zhuang Zhuang, who didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, exclaimed excitedly: "Wang, Da Keng forced you to use some strength, so much food for nothing."

"I'll go, why don't you try."

"Just try it..." Zhuang Zhuang was stretching out his little paw to push the door open, and then he smiled: "You think Ben Wang is stupid, making troubles can only be done by Xiaodie, not Ben Wang. "

Sister Xiaodie was despised by Zong Wang.

"Hey!" Zhuang Zhuang was very proud of seeing through Zhang Fan's tricks.

"However, those eyes are a good thing for slapping your face."

"What good stuff?"

"Like the eyes of red fire."

Zhang Fan said: "It sounds amazing, what's the specific use for it?" This is something that even the demons of tens of thousands of years have known, it must be very ancient, and Zhuang Zhuang has already said it, it is a good thing .

"I want to know, don't you know if you push the door open?"

Zhang Fan pondered for a while, weighing in his heart that he still needs to take some risks to get the baby, but he was very upset. Could it be that he was persuaded by a dog?
Zhang Fan shamelessly took out five yuan: "Zhuang Zhuang, I can't push this door open, please help me, this money will be your labor service at that time."

"Five yuan? Isn't it enough to buy a finger cake for Xiaodie?"

Zhang Fan changed and took out ten yuan.

"Too little, too little, at least this number." VIP Wang raised a front paw.

"Forty?"

Zhuang Zhuang was furious, saliva splashed everywhere, and blue veins of anger appeared on his forehead: "Fifty, which eye of yours sees that Ben Wang only has four claws."

"Fifty is fifty..."

Hearing that Zhuangzhuang's anger was suppressed, he began to shake his head. With the shaking of Zhuangzhuang's head, his body grew to five meters at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then he pressed his forelimbs against the ghost gate to close it.

"Wang!"

Zhang Fan's heart immediately became tense, he couldn't really cause trouble.

I saw black mist slowly appearing on the strong forelegs. It was the first time Zhang Fan saw real magic energy. It was pure black, and it was a terrifying power.

"Wang..."

Zhuang Zhuang let out a roar, although it was barking, but the momentum was definitely more terrifying than the lion's roar.

There was a rumbling sound, and the door of the ghost gate was pushed open bit by bit by Zhuang Zhuang.

(End of this chapter)