From Hokage to Visionary

It can even be said that the Snake Eight Families rule the dark side of Japan, and even people from the Kassel Academy headquarters may not be looked up to.

You don't know until you see it, and once you see it, you will be shocked.

Those headquarters commissioners who were sent to Japan all suffered unknown abuse without exception, and even after returning, they had become accustomed to bowing to everyone they met.

But the result seemed somewhat unexpected. The "welcome ceremony" prepared by the eight Sheqi families was not a Hongmen Banquet at all. Instead, it was extremely luxurious.

The top nightclubs are filled with top Japanese chefs who slice up all kinds of freshly caught seafood and serve them on the table, while young girls with smooth skin and very little clothing dance to the music, which is overwhelming.

"Well, Caesar, your wish is granted."

Adam sat on the tatami, looking at the scene, and said calmly: "The Japanese style is indeed well-deserved."

Chu Zihang on the side was not very interested in the luxurious place. He sat in the corner with a cold expression, holding his ancient alchemical sword in his arms, his eyes blank as if he was thinking about something.

Caesar, on the other hand, looked like a complete playboy, chatting and laughing with the girl who was kneeling next to him.

The atmosphere of the banquet reached its climax. Everyone seemed to have forgotten that they had just been attacked by the ghosts. In the end, both the host and the guests had a great time.

The hotel that Yuan Zhisheng arranged for them to stay in was the famous Peninsula Hotel, one of the most luxurious hotels in Tokyo. They even booked a presidential suite on the top floor, and the furnishings in each room were even rearranged specifically according to their respective personalities.

Even the service staff were all beauties picked from thousands, with the temperament of Japanese Yamato Nadeshiko. They wore the same high-slit tight cheongsams and twisted their slender waists. I helped them put their luggage in place, prepared bath water, brewed special brown rice tea, and before leaving, I deliberately cast a wink and left a meaningful message, "If you need anything, you can find them."

But unfortunately, the beauties' seductive glances were directed at the wrong people.

Caesar just found the girl who was worth his lifelong love, the kind he fell in love with at first sight.

Chu Zihang was born with a paralyzed face, as cold as an iceberg. It was hard to imagine what kind of girl a guy like him would end up falling in love with.

As for the last Adam, it is even less likely that he would be interested in "beauties".

After a tiring day, everyone should have gone to rest, but the three of them seemed to have some kind of tacit understanding. No one planned to rest, but instead sat in a triangle on the sofa.

Caesar glanced at the silent Chu Zihang, knowing that with this guy's personality, he probably wouldn't take the initiative to speak, so he shifted his gaze to the other side and said, "Let's talk about it. Adam, do you have anything to say about what happened today?"

"You mean the demons?"

Adam tilted his head and shrugged to show that he was also confused. He said, "In fact, I am just like you. I don't know why they came to me specifically."

"Is it possible that you forgot something?"

Chu Zihang thought for a moment and said, "For example, you came to Japan a long time ago, or had some contact with them?"

Adam thought carefully for a moment, and then confirmed again: "No, I have absolutely no contact with the Ghost Clan in any form. I don't even know them."

"I was curious before, why did the principal send you to Japan." Caesar half-squinted his eyes, as if he had thought of something: "Now it seems that maybe the principal already knew that you have a relationship with the Japanese ghosts, so he sent you here on purpose?"

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At this time, Chu Zihang tapped the table lightly and gave him a look.

What he meant was that there was a bug in the room, so one needed to be a little careful when chatting.

"It doesn't matter. They're not the only ones who want to figure this out. We are the same way." Caesar nodded slightly, but he didn't really care. He crossed his legs and shouted, "Hey, I know you guys are listening. If you don't mind, you can come over and join us."

At this time, in the room downstairs, Yuan Zhisheng and three others were sitting in front of the monitor.

After hearing Caesar's voice coming from the monitor, Yuan Zhisheng chuckled, took off his headphones, and said calmly: "Since everyone knows it, there is no need to monitor it anymore."

"Young Master, then we..." The ferocious-looking man next to him hesitated and asked, "Should we go up?"

"Are you really stupid or just pretending to be stupid?" Another man cursed, "Crow, if you don't need your brain, you can just throw it away. They clearly did it on purpose, how can we really have the nerve to go up to them?"

"What? Yasha, are you going to donate your brain to me?" The crow retorted in dissatisfaction facing the vicious one.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Yuan Zhisheng dropped his headphones, interrupted the two, picked up his ancient alchemy sword, and said calmly: "In the next few days, Ying, you and the three specialists from the headquarters will have a good time in Tokyo."

"Yes, my lord."

The girl nodded slightly.

"What about us?"

Yasha and Crow pointed at their noses and asked, "How about the two of us stay here to prevent those three guys from causing any trouble."

Yuan Zhisheng glanced at them and said, "I'm afraid the biggest trouble will be caused by you two. Don't strip the people from our headquarters and hang them on the beams."

"How can it be!"

The crow was still quibbling, but the Yaksha was reflecting on himself.

"Okay, come back with me."

Yuan Zhisheng exhaled, his eyes slightly solemn: "Dad is gathering representatives from the eight Sheqi families, we have to go back."

"Is it related to the 'Ghost Crow'?" asked the Crow.

"The rat who always hides in the gutter suddenly risks being discovered and wants to snatch Adam from the headquarters."

Yuan Zhisheng frowned, feeling uneasy in his heart: "This matter is not that simple, let's go back first and see what Dad and the others are going to do."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 287 Black Swan Dream

The drizzle falls in the mountains, and the pine wind is like the sea tide.

There was a blazing fire in the hut, and the sound of hammer hitting steel was clear and long.

Yuan Zhisheng came to the door, listened to the iron-forging sounds in the house for a while, then sorted out his messy thoughts, and after he calmed down, he pushed open the door and walked in.

An old man in white linen clothes was forging a red-hot knife blank by the fire.

The silver-haired old man was not very sturdy, but he was as muscular as a Greek sculpture, with evenly distributed muscles, perfect lines, and full of the beauty of strength. His arm full of blue veins, holding the hammer, splashed dazzling sparks every time he struck down, and the impurities in the knife blank were removed together with them.

Every time the hammer strikes, the iron blank undergoes deformation that is visible to the naked eye.

Yuan Zhisheng stood silently by the stove, without saying a word to disturb the old man. He drank wine and stared at the fire in a trance.

"Your heart is messed up."

The old man stopped forging the knife and turned to look at Yuan Zhisheng who was in a trance: "Is it because you saw a ghost who should have died?"

After hesitating for half a second, Yuan Zhisheng exhaled a breath of turbid air, nodded with a dazed look in his eyes, and said bitterly: "Yes, Dad, I saw the girl tonight, but he was different, as if he had become another person, very strange."

Only in front of this old man can he put down his burden and feel a moment of relief.

"The source girl is dead. You killed her with your own hands." The old man lowered his eyelids and said calmly, "As for the man who appeared tonight, he was just a ghost who took over the body of the source girl."

"I understand, Dad." Yuan Zhisheng took a big gulp of wine, stared at the fire, and said woodenly: "Don't worry, I won't hesitate next time we meet."

"How's the investigation into the ghost group going?" the old man asked, putting down the hammer.

"Based on the samples from the Rock Flow Research Institute and the evidence from tonight, it has been basically confirmed."

Back to business, Yuan Zhisheng showed his competence and maturity: "The genetic drug called Molotov cocktail, although it has obvious side effects, can indeed activate dragon blood and then purify the proportion in the body. If we continue to develop in this way, sooner or later there will be a real bloodline purification drug with no side effects."

There was a hint of worry in his tone. After all, if this potion really appeared, how many hybrids would be able to resist the temptation it brought?

“We can’t let them continue.”

The old man spoke in a low voice, his eyes gleaming with brilliance: "The forbidden door cannot be opened. What is hidden behind it is not heaven but hell. If you pursue the power of the dragon, you will be devoured by the dragon!"

"I'll arrange it."

Yuan Zhisheng agreed, paused, and then said, "It seems that the people over at our headquarters are also investigating this matter. Do we need to tell them about this?"

"can."

The old man said calmly: "It's a good opportunity to use this incident to divert their attention."

"God's Burial Place?"

Yuan Zhisheng guessed the old man's intention, but his brows were furrowed and his expression was solemn: "Dad, do you mean that our headquarters has discovered the secret of the God's Burial Place?"

"No, we haven't found it yet." The old man shook his head and said, "We have detected the heartbeat of the 'dragon' in that area, so we sent a specialist to investigate this matter. However, the secret of the God's Burial Place cannot be exposed yet, so I'll have to trouble you for a while."

"I'm afraid it won't be that smooth." Yuan Zhisheng felt a headache when he thought of today's meeting.

He was a little confused by the commissioners sent by the headquarters, especially Caesar Gattuso, who was very sensitive and it was unlikely that they could hide this from him.

"You don't have to hide it for too long."

The old man stared into the fire, his pupils sparkling. "Take advantage of this opportunity to bury the God's Burial Ground forever. It is only the graveyard of the gods. Since they are already dead, they will exist as bones forever. We must not allow them to return to the human world. It is time to end the tragic fate of the Sheqi Eight Clan."

The sound of cranes crying in the wind echoed in the pine woods outside the house, as if evil spirits were howling.

Inside the house, the fire crackled, reflecting the faces of an old man and a young boy. It seemed to contain some inexplicable sadness, and a heavy pressure was brewing in the air.

"Dad, have you really decided to do this?" Yuan Zhisheng was silent for a long time, and finally broke the atmosphere and said, "Once we take this step, we can't turn back."

The old man sitting by the road said something meaningful with deep eyes: "Chisheng, in fact, many times, we don't have the right to choose."

"I will do my best to help you and convince the other family heads."

Yuan Zhisheng held the long sword, stared at the fire, sighed, and said, "From what you said, Dad, if this succeeds, I can go to France."

"Asshole! Are you just being lazy?" The old man was stunned for a moment, then he scolded with a smile: "Well, you are right. If we succeed, we will both be free. You go to France to sell your sunscreen, and I will find a quiet place to wait for death."

"Don't be like that, you can still come with me to sell sunscreen." Yuan Zhisheng's eyes showed hope: "I heard that the Montalive Beach in France is nice. In the summer, you can see hundreds of thousands of naked women. After selling sunscreen, you can also collect unemployment benefits from Paris and drink until you are drunk every day. Life like this is really good."

It is hard to imagine how outsiders would feel if they heard that Yuan Zhisheng, the young master of the Sheqi Eight Families, had the biggest dream of selling sunscreen.

"Haha, that's right, I can also go sell sunscreen with you."

The old man laughed at his amusement and waved his hand, saying, "Go ahead, and remember to go see Eri. She keeps running away from home these days."

"Running away from home again?"

Yuan Zhisheng was not very surprised, after all, this kind of thing had happened many times before.

"This time is different."

The old man shook his head and said, "She ran away from home with a purpose, which has never happened before."

"Okay, I'll go check on her."

Yuan Zhisheng nodded and agreed.

"Go ahead, Zhisheng."

The old man put on a coat, extinguished the burning fire, and sat on the ground. He said in a low voice: "I am a little tired and want to rest."

Yuan Zhisheng said no more and walked out of the room holding his long sword.

The old man sat on the ground, his eyelids slowly closed, and his memory seemed to have gone back to a long, long time ago.

It was late autumn, it seemed to be 1990, or maybe even earlier.

At the end of the world in the far north, stands a lonely fortress.

But even in the frozen land forgotten by God, there is still a little-known underground fortress.

The room was as warm as spring. An old record player was playing Tchaikovsky's "Swan Lake". An old man in a tweed military uniform was shaking a glass of vodka.

His body was straight, his trouser line was ironed straight, a purple scarf was tucked into his collar, and his pure silver hair was combed back neatly. His old face was covered with ravines left by the erosion of time, and deep in his eyes were traces of the passing of time.

At this time, a Russian in a pure white research suit pushed open the door of the room.

"Andre, knocking on the door is a virtue, don't you know that?"

The old man frowned slightly after being suddenly interrupted, revealing a slightly unhappy expression: "This is the last glass of Red Label Vodka before the supply arrives this year. If you don't give me a good reason, I will let you go outside and calm down in the wind and snow."

"I'm so sorry, Dr. Herzog."

The researcher called Andre had a very nervous and serious expression, and said in a deep voice: "It's the experiment subject No. 1. There are some unexpected conditions."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 288 Herzog

Dr. Herzog swirled his glass and took the last sip of vodka.

It was as if the wine that seemed to ignite his blood was poured into his throat. The burning sensation made him intoxicated, as if only this could dispel the loneliness in his heart.

After all, in this permafrost covered by ice, they are like a group of people forgotten by the world, guarding this port and fortress alone.

"Dr. Herzog, are you listening?" Andre saw that the old man in the tweed coat did not respond, and he hurriedly urged: "There seems to be some unexpected situation with Experiment No. 1. We need you to take a look, right now."

"I heard every word, Mr. Andre."

Herzog put down his glass, stood up slowly, adjusted the purple silk scarf around his collar, and said methodically: "But I am enjoying the last glass of St. Petersburg Vodka this year. This is a good wine that can make a man's blood burn. It would be a sin to waste any drop."