From Hokage to Visionary

Such a 'monster' deserves to be imprisoned.

Late at night, loneliness is like the deep sea thousands of meters below, cold, dark and suffocating.

She is Uesugi Erie, who longs for freedom but fears the curse of her blood. She is a girl who has endured loneliness for twenty years and has never been accepted by the world.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 294 Tonight, Tokyo Sinks

Suddenly, the ethereal sound of clappers was heard on the dark streets of Tokyo.

In an instant, Yuan Zhisheng sensed the malicious intent, and tightly grasped the ancient sword Spider Cut, with eyes like an eagle, looking towards the end of the street following the sound.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle

The street lights on both sides of the street made a harsh noise like a short circuit.

The inky black night surged in like a tide, mixed with an extremely unsettling atmosphere, as if some monster was lurking there.

"Old. Boss?"

Yasha swallowed his saliva, his eyes full of vigilance, and lowered his voice and said: "Something seems to be wrong."

"Nonsense, do you even need to tell me that?"

The crow licked his dry lips with a serious expression.

Yuan Zhisheng heard the discussion of the two people behind him, but at this moment he had no extra thoughts. All his attention was focused on the end of the street. The fingers holding the alchemical ancient knife "Spider Cut" turned white due to excessive force, and visible blue veins emerged on his forehead, brewing a cold murderous intent.

The rustling sound of the clappers came from far away, monotonous and ethereal, like a heavy iron hammer, hitting everyone's heart.

An invisible pressure spread like a tide.

At the end of the dark street, the picture suddenly dropped frames, as if it was cut off for a few seconds, and then a figure appeared without any warning.

The man was wearing a pale Noh mask, a creepy smile on his face, a black haori, and beating a clapper in his hands.

"Yuan Jun, is this your guest?"

Adam looked at Yuan Zhisheng and asked.

"People who don't receive an invitation will not be called 'guests'."

A rare solemnity appeared on Yuan Zhisheng's feminine face, and his right hand quietly grasped the hilt of the knife, as if he was ready to attack at any time.

"Don't be so nervous, my friends."

The old man wearing a noble mask stopped about ten meters away from them.

It stood in front of everyone like a mountain, looking down at them from above. Its black shadow was elongated in the moonlight, covering everyone like a monster.

An extremely uneasy feeling grew and spread in Yuan Zhisheng's heart.

From the moment the old man Gongqing appeared, the atmosphere became depressing and terrifying. It seemed as if it could strike directly into the depths of the soul, as if an invisible hand was gripping the heart, forcing all the blood in every blood vessel out of the body. Yuan Zhisheng didn't feel very good.

"Are you one of the fierce ghosts?" Yuan Zhisheng's muscles were tense, like a strong bow and crossbow ready to be fired, and his eyes were lit with bloodthirsty and violent golden pupils.

The conflict between the Eight Snake Clans and the Fierce Ghosts has reached an irreconcilable point.

And just the day before yesterday, Mr. Tachibana Masamune, who led the eight Snake families, officially ordered preparations for an all-out war to completely break the curse that had lasted for a thousand years.

In the past, those ferocious demons were as ferocious as rats in the gutter, but now they dare to appear in front of him, the young master of the Genji, openly. Are they seeking death?

No. The actions of the ghosts always have a purpose. They will never appear here for no reason!

At this moment, the old man wearing the noble mask slowly opened his arms and exhaled a stream of white mist from his mouth with an arrogant attitude. The corners of his mouth on the strange pale mask raised a surprising arc, and a hoarse voice echoed: "You can call me 'Wang Jiang'."

King general? !

In an instant, Yuan Zhisheng's heart seemed to skip a beat and his blazing golden pupils suddenly shrank, revealing a hint of shock.

The old man wearing the mask of a nobleman is actually the leader of the fierce ghosts, the biggest threat to the Eight Snake Families, and the "king general" who is famous for his cruelty and tyranny?

Before this, although Yuan Zhisheng had guessed it, he never associated it with the "King General" and only thought it was other people among the fierce ghosts.

And now, when facing the real leader of the ghosts, 'Wang Jiang', the uneasiness in Yuan Zhisheng's heart, which was already growing, suddenly became even stronger.

Crow and Yaksha drew their swords and weapons with death-determination on their faces.

After hearing the name of the enemy, that he was the leader of the ghosts, 'Wang Jiang', they were ready to sacrifice their lives for their master.

As if she had sensed that something was wrong in the atmosphere, Uesugi Erii stepped over Sakura's obstruction and stood directly in front of Adam. Her deep red rose-colored eyes stared at the 'king general'. She stretched out her slender arms like a hen protecting her calves.

The 'King' who noticed this scene chuckled, and a meaningful look wandered between the two of them.

"The leader of the fierce ghosts wouldn't be so idle as to come here and introduce himself, right?"

Yuan Zhisheng stared coldly at the 'king general' and drew out the ancient sword Spider Cut. The cold murderous intent flowed on the blade, brewing a touch of coldness like moonlight.

"I am here to represent the 'Fierce Ghost Clan' and formally declare war on the 'Eight Snake Clans'."

The old nobleman wearing a black haori seemed to be hiding some kind of terrifying madness under his suppressed calm tone.

At this moment, his momentum was like a raging storm, and the violent pressure was ready to crush everything and anyone who dared to block his way. His tyrannical and cruel aura exuded the atmosphere of a sea of ​​blood and corpses.

When these words were spoken, everyone, whether it was Yuan Zhisheng, Crow, Yasha, or Sakura, were all shocked.

They never expected that the leader of the fierce ghosts would suddenly appear openly and declare war on the Eight Snake Clans!

"Why, judging from your expressions, you all seem surprised?"

Through the noble mask with a creepy smile, everyone seemed to be able to feel that the face under the mask was observing them with a half-smile: "Isn't this exactly what you want? Since you intend to completely bury the 'God's Burial Place', then we have no choice but to declare war."

"shut up!"

Yuan Zhisheng's golden pupils became increasingly fiery, as if a ball of fire was burning, but there was also some extreme shock and surprise mixed in them.

Yes, he didn't expect that the leader of the ghosts would suddenly run up to them and declare war at this time!

Just a few days ago, Mr. Tachibana Masamune made a plan. With the help of the commissioner sent by Cassel, he would completely destroy the "Bury of the Gods" and cut off the fierce ghosts' path to the underworld of the dragon clan. He would also bet on the entire Sheqi Eight Families to start a bloody storm and destroy this cancer entrenched in their wounds.

But, how did the ghosts know about these plans?

As expected, there is a traitor in the family, who leaked Mr. Masamune Tachibana's plan!

"General Wang, don't think you can win just because you know the plan in advance!"

Yuan Zhisheng took a deep breath. As the future young master of the Sheqi Eight Clan, he quickly controlled his emotions and regained his composure: "Whether you declare war or not, the outcome has already been determined."

"You're right, I agree with that."

Wang Jiang smiled and nodded, saying calmly: "The ending is indeed predetermined, but it's a pity that the person who wrote the ending is not you."

"General Wang, your biggest mistake is showing up here tonight!"

Yuan Zhisheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "As long as I kill you here, everything will be over!"

"Is it?"

Wang Jiang chuckled and opened his arms: "Then, let's give it a try."

"Eriyi!"

Yuan Zhisheng's voice suddenly sounded.

Her long burgundy hair fluttered in the wind. Eri, dressed in a shrine maiden costume, looked like an absolute god. She put her slender white fingers together and waved them gently in front of her body.

The next moment, the 'king general' wearing the noble mask was suddenly torn from his forehead.

The tyrannical force contained an absolute "will", like a decree from the gods, condensing a sacred and majestic aura, splitting the hundred-meter-long street in the middle.

"Now, who wins?"

Yuan Zhisheng looked at the fallen 'king general' calmly, then walked over and took off his mask.

However, underneath the noble mask with a creepy smile was an ordinary young face. He seemed to have seen this person somewhere.

"It's a very good word spirit, but unfortunately, she can't kill me."

At this time, the voice of "King General" came again from the shadows on all sides.

"Have you ever thought about the Eight High Snake Clans?"

"The gods you buried at the bottom of the sea endured thousands of years of loneliness and betrayal. If they return to land one day, what will happen?"

Yuan Zhisheng's pupils suddenly shrank, and a bone-chilling chill invaded his entire body: "What on earth did you do?!"

"I just woke up something that was sleeping on the bottom of the sea."

The voice of the King General was filled with a certain madness that made people shudder: "Eight million gods have reappeared in the world. I am very curious. Can the Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi of the Eight Snake Clans still save this land like their ancestors did?"

Drop drop!

The cell phone made a shrill sound.

Gen Chisei picked up the phone and heard the tired and angry voice of his most respected father, Tachibana Masamune.

"Zhisheng. Something happened at the Divine Burial Ground."

"Just now, Princess Kaguya detected a large amount of life fluctuations, revived under the Japan Trench. It is the corpse guard buried in Takamagahara who has awakened!"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 295: Change of plan, protect Tokyo

Ink-black clouds hung low, merging with the black sea level.

The sea surface was heaving restlessly. A ship painted entirely black cut through the waves like a sharp sword, leaving behind a white mark.

"Evening weather forecast: From 8:00 to 4:00 tonight, there will be a force 8 gale in the nearby sea area. Port services will be suspended. Please do not leave the port."

The evening weather forecast came from the cabin radio.

In such bad weather, generally no ship would choose to leave the port unless it had some special purpose.

Obviously, this ship must have its own secrets as it sets sail in such severe winds and high waves.

A high-lumen searchlight was mounted on the bow, and its blazing white light pierced through the darkness, shining on the night sky with rolling dark clouds. The dull rumbling thunder, like the roar of a wild beast, came with a biting chill. A man holding a paper umbrella was leaning against the railing of the ship, wearing a blood-red wide-sleeved kimono embroidered with large clusters of red spider lilies.

This plant from the Amaryllis family, called Lycoris radiata, is as red as freshly-flown blood, contrasting with the man's fair skin and highlighting the delicate beauty of an actor.

At this time, the captain who was in charge of driving the ship came out, raised his hand to hold down his hat that was about to be blown off by the strong wind, and said in a deep voice: "Lord Dragon King, in front is the offshore exploration platform 'Sumeru Seat' of the Sheqi Eight Clan. Now we have completely taken it down."

"It's such a nice weather tonight."

The man in the gorgeous costume was none other than the Dragon King of the Ghost Clan, Ruri Kazama, who had sniped Commissioner Cassel last time.

The captain didn't dare to respond and lowered his head deeply.

"It's so boring."

No one answered for a long time, which made Fengjian Liuli a little disappointed.

Fortunately, at this moment, the sea level hidden in the dark clouds suddenly lit up as if burning, and the line where the sky and the sea met was particularly bright, just like the sun shining on the sea. Then it was like a palace in the sea floated up, and the exquisite buildings were brightly lit, more brilliant than a mirage.

"Lord Dragon King, that is the floating offshore platform of the Sheqi Eight Clan, also known as the Xumi Seat."

The captain pointed to the magnificent building and said, "The diving equipment you requested is stored there. The equipment and other auxiliary personnel are all ready."

"Let's go, it's time to go see our ancestors."

Fengjian Liuli put away her paper umbrella, lowered her eyelids, and there was a faint light in her eyes.

The gantry crane moved over and lowered the suspension bridge. Fengjian Liuli boarded the elevator and stepped onto this floating platform on the sea, which was named after the Buddhist "Sumeru Seat" and could withstand a force 12 gale.

As soon as you step on it, you can see blood flowing all over the ground, and the strong smell of blood mixed with the sea breeze that cannot be wiped away.

"Lord Dragon King!"

Two neatly arranged teams of people, wearing black suits, stood on the shaking floating platform, yet they seemed as steady as if their feet were rooted to the ground.

One of them came over with small steps, then bowed 90 degrees: "Lord Dragon King, the Sumeru throne has been seized, and the diving equipment 'Di Trieste' is ready!"

"I don't like dirty places." Feng Jian Liuli frowned slightly, covered her nose lightly, and revealed a hint of disgust in her eyes: "Next time, remember to wash it clean, understand?"

The leader immediately lowered his head in fear and shouted, "Hey! I'm so sorry, Lord Dragon King!"

"Forget it." Feng Jian Liuli frowned, raised her hand and fanned her nose, and said, "When will the Sheqi Eight Clan find out?"

"At the latest two hours later, at the earliest one and a half hours later." said the leading man.

"So we have an hour left?"

Feng Jian Liuli covered her face with a paper fan and chuckled, "That's enough, get ready to dive."