We agreed to be in a band for life, what the heck is Dragon Raja?

"Thank you for your hard work; you've done a lot in front of the camera."

Ruri Kazama said something that was completely unexpected.

"It should."

Sakurai Kogure smiled charmingly.

"The Toyota Camry is too low-end and doesn't do justice to a pretty girl like you. Next time, even if it's to conceal your identity, drive a better car. Otherwise, you'd rather take the tram."

Kazama Ruri said.

"How about a Maybach? I heard that this car is very popular in mixed-race communities."

"It's alright, but a girl like you deserves a white Maserati more."

Sakurai Kogure smiled:

"Isn't Maserati just as cliché?"

"Besides, such a nice car, if you work hard, you probably can't afford it in your whole life."

"Oh right, I forgot, you also have another identity: Japan's number one male host. Maybe one day a rich woman will fall in love with you at first sight and give you one as a gift."

"I would only make her fried eggs as a reward. Rich women wouldn't be willing to spend a fortune on a gigolo like that."

Kazama Ruri said calmly.

"Also, the nickname 'Dragon King' is too awful. It sounds like something that only spews water. You should just call me Kazama Ruri."

"I remember."

She bent over in the car, but could only bend down halfway, partially revealing her ample breasts.

"Let's go."

"It's Kazama Ruri," she said softly.

"There will be many things I need from you in the future."

But Sakurai Kogure didn't leave. Instead, she looked up at Kazama Ruri and said softly:

"Actually, I don't think the title 'Ryoma' sounds that good. I feel more used to people calling me Sakurai Kogure."

Sakurai Kogure sighed softly, then changed the subject:

"My younger brother, because of his bloodline, has also been identified as an unstable factor by the Snake-Headed Eight Family. Although he has been in a special school since he was a child, the evaluation of his bloodline stability has been decreasing."

"Do you want to save him?"

"Do not."

Sakurai Kogure unexpectedly refused:

"I just feel that there will be one less person who will call me 'Mu'."

"As a 'demon,' sometimes I envy some of the branches of the Snake Clan that were able to separate themselves,"

"Their bloodlines are sometimes unstable, but they have the right not to get involved in disputes between mixed-race individuals."

“They’re just rootless duckweed. If anything really happens, they’ll be the first to be affected,” Kazama Ruri said. “The current actions of the Snake Clan… perfectly illustrate this point.”

"Although it's just a show of courting them now... who knows what will happen in the future."

"The Snake Clan has always held power over violence. Once they lose patience, most non-Snake Clan hybrids have no room for negotiation."

"Last time, even if Toyokawa Kiyotaka was a graduate of Kassel and married into a collateral branch of the family, he still had to contribute to the family. No one in this world can live a peaceful life, even if he was once a powerful figure."

Sakurai Kogure straightened her posture:

"Yes."

Now she was finally leaving. This girl, who looked like a chilled sweet wine, drove this Toyota, which she had somehow gotten her hands on, started the engine heavily, and drove out of the parking lot.

Kazama Ruri remained standing in the same spot, watching the girl who always obeyed her gradually walk away, and then turned and left.

He wasn't walking fast, humming a tune as he went.

This was a scene he had been conceiving for a long time, but he hadn't found a suitable entry point. Only one line of dialogue satisfied him the most:

"Weary, weary, you ghost-boned, handsome ruler;"

The path we came from is now lost, and looking back, all is in vain;

"Broken pills float on the sea, gazing at the lonely city..."

The singing was soft, yet melancholic and lingering, seemingly attracting even the cats that treated the parking lot as their own territory.

Several cats quietly ran out from under the cars in the parking lot and climbed onto the roofs, while one or two peeked out from the bushes in the distance.

"I've been listening for so long."

Ruri Kazama didn't care at all.

He wasn't saying that to the cat.

"Du Zhushichuan...is indeed a respectable senior."

He gradually walked into the distance and then disappeared at the end of the road.

When Kazama Ruri's figure finally disappeared into the distance, about two minutes later, the cats all turned around and ran in the opposite direction of the parking lot towards their owner.

Chapter 161 Toyokawa Shoko Returns to School, Inside the Shikatori Shrine

This is a somewhat dilapidated shrine. The vermilion torii gate is crooked, with large patches of paint peeling off, revealing the rotten black wood underneath.

The stone path that travelers used to walk on is now riddled with cracks, and weeds grow rampant in the gaps.

Tsuzuki Shifune stood at the entrance of the shrine, squinting slightly as he carefully examined the inscription on the gate.

Strangely, even though the surrounding area was desolate and somewhat dilapidated, the shrine's plaque was still clearly visible. The words "Shikatori Shrine" seemed to have never been damaged by wind and rain, and were still hanging brightly at the entrance.

"Could it have been cleaned up by the residents who were still here?"

She guessed to herself.

As she walked along, she saw the marks of time everywhere she looked. Although the town had only declined in the last few years, the changes that had taken place in the entire mountain forest seemed to have occurred over centuries.

All sorts of plants grew wildly all around, and without human trampling, they burst forth with a vitality stronger than ever before.

Nature has taken over this place. Tsuzuki Shisen bowed three times at the entrance to show his respect for the legendary founder of Shikatori Shrine—a shrine maiden who was transformed from a white deer.

Only after she had done all this did she enter the shrine.

"So many things have been taken away from here..."

Tsuzuki Shisen has a deep understanding of the feng shui of Japanese shrines. Shikatori Shrine, with its 800-year history, is a place where the economy of an entire town is supported by the tourism of a single shrine, and the preservation of the shrine has always been of paramount importance.

But now that the shrine has fallen into disrepair, the once strict rules are naturally no longer followed.

Many of the candles and incense burners that had been placed in the shrine for countless years have long since been stolen and disappeared to who knows where.

"Could it be that the Snake-Headed Eight Family took them away when they sealed off this place?"

"It's also possible... that they were brought to their new home in Kobe by the residents who originally served as priests at the shrine."

Duzhu Shichuan guessed.

If it was taken away by those residents, then it wouldn't be considered theft.

The Shikatori Shrine carries the memories of countless generations of townspeople, much like how ancient residents would often plant a large tree common in their hometown near their new home after migrating.

Perhaps somewhere in Kobe, a new Shikatori Shrine has already been built.

Her mind was racing as she quietly observed the scene at the shrine.

Having worked as a hunter for decades and earned a great reputation, her attention to detail about shrines far surpasses that of ordinary people.

Subtle traces of movement that many people cannot detect are as clear as movie footage in her eyes, allowing her to almost discern the person's actions and posture.

Unfortunately, after so many years, the shrine has been abandoned, and most of the traces of that time have been buried and become history.

Tsuzuki Shifune looked around but didn't find the clue she was looking for. However, she wasn't too discouraged. She just shook her head slightly and walked towards the back hall of the shrine.

Snapped--

The door was half-open and covered in dust.

Du Zhushichuan stretched out her hand, and suddenly a gentle breeze blew by, pushing the door open just enough for her to enter.

Behind the shrine is a large building, and in the corner are several sets of dilapidated mattresses.

Tsuzuki Shisen knew that this was not prepared for the workers who repaired the shrine, but was specially reserved for girls who participated in the shrine maiden training course when the shrine had not yet fallen into disrepair.

A hall this large is big enough to hold dozens of complete sets of bedding. The girls who come from all over Japan will live like ancient shrine maidens for a week. At that time, this back hall will be transformed into a dormitory, and the whole shrine will be filled with their lively noise.

But now... none of that exists anymore.

What exactly happened here more than a decade ago?

Duzhu Shichuan was confused.

She had secretly gathered information about this place, but all of it was shrouded in mystery. Even after contacting the intelligence providers on the Hunter website, she couldn't find a single clue about it.

"We'll just have to go somewhere else to look."

I long to build a poetic boat.

There are many abandoned buildings in the town, the most famous of which is undoubtedly the Shikatori Shrine.

But besides that, there is the town's only middle school, some old-fashioned houses... these are also relics of this town.

Just as she was about to leave, her cell phone, which was tucked into her belt, suddenly vibrated.

"It's Lena."

Thinking of his granddaughter, Du Zhushichuan's face lit up with a smile.

She only has reminders set for her granddaughter on her social media accounts, so that she can reply to her granddaughter's messages promptly.

Grandma, two very strange people came to the vicinity of the original SPACE site today.

Based on the feedback from the 'vision', they are all high-level hybrids.

They only exchanged a few words and left quickly. One of them seemed to notice me observing him, but he didn't react at all.

???

"A high-ranking hybrid...is he here to see me?"

The poem boat was built in the capital, a thought hidden in the heart.

However, according to Lena, their actions, which involved only lingering near the old SPACE site for a short time, were most likely just some kind of hint.

"Could it be someone from the Snake-Headed Eight Family?"

As a superpower in Japan, all mixed-race individuals in Japan without any affiliated power will instinctively wonder if the Snake-Headed Eight Family is responsible for anything that happens.

Tsuzuki Shisen had also taken on missions related to the Snake-Headed Eight Families in his early years, so he naturally thought of this.

However, she soon had some doubts. Her years of professional experience made her think carefully about everything.

Moreover, Japan is such a large country. Even if the patriarch, Tachibana Masamune, wanted to unify all the mixed-race branches in Japan, there are many other mixed-race families besides her.

For example, the Toyokawa family, the Hachipan family, etc... there are some high-level hybrids among them, so there's no need to waste time on her.

"It can't be the Demon Clan... These lunatics have been getting more and more outrageous lately. Now the entire Osaka underworld is almost completely out of the control of the Snake-Headed Eight Families."

After thinking for a while, Duzhu Shichuan replied:

【Lena, please don't wander around outside for the time being】

I'm going back to Tokyo this afternoon, and I probably won't be going out for a long time.

Oh, right.

She suddenly seemed to remember something and asked:

Isn't it class time now? Why aren't you at school?

Two seconds later,

[Yasuka: I overslept...]

[Yasuka: We'll be at school soon...]

"Ugh."