Dragon Clan: Thought So Far

Chapter 339 330. Ryuji Saeki

The mountains in winter were so desolate that everything seemed dead, leaving only the rustling sound of ice chips falling from the sky and landing on the tops of old trees with icicles.

The man in black-patterned feathered rai silently passed through the torii and stone jizo, walked along the long cobblestone road, and came to the main hall of the shrine.

The snow piled on the head and shoulders of Gen Chisei. He was lightly dressed and thin, stepping on the mighty mountain wind and the ice and snow like waves, holding two swords tied together with thin ropes and strong liquor in transparent bottles in each hand.

The ice and snow fell on him, and some of them melted quickly. The melted ice water soaked his shoes, and his whole body was wet, steaming with curling white steam.

If Caesar was here, with the super hearing brought by the sickle weasel, he could even hear the sound of the hot blood flowing in the veins of this thin man's body roaring out.

The tall and slender girl also followed Yuan Zhisheng silently. Her long hair was tied into a high ponytail, and the corners of her eyes were painted with a faint blush. Her white skin was almost the same color as the sudden heavy snow.

Ying was always one step behind Yuan Zhisheng. She followed him step by step, but she did not carry any weapons in her hands. Instead, she held a folded black umbrella. Her coat was mostly wet by the snow, but Yuan Zhisheng could always smell the warm fragrance of fermentation.

When passing by the wooden carved ancient Buddha in front of the main hall, Yuan Zhisheng stopped under the eaves. The whistling wind blew behind him, blowing the man's hair wildly. Ying could not see the young master's eyes, but only saw him take a cigarette out of the cigarette box that slipped out of his sleeve, hold it in his mouth, but did not light it, and just looked up at the mottled Buddha face with the cigarette in his mouth.

The priests in black stood shoulder to shoulder in front of the main hall, and the snow and wind also built a small hill on their shoulders. A priest lowered his head and trotted to the side of Yuan Zhisheng, lighting a cigarette for him. "Many of the wooden Buddha statues in the Kamakura period were devout Buddhists." The old man with drooping eyebrows said gently.

The wind swirled with snowflakes and ice crystals flying between the Buddha's eyebrows. Yuan Zhisheng suddenly turned his head to look at the way he came, which was completely covered by the snow and wind. Deep clouds seemed to collapse in his eyes.

He took a deep breath and exhaled a puff of smoke into the wind. He stretched out his hand holding the knife to the priest. The priest immediately understood, bowed and placed the spider knife and the boy knife in his hands, and slowly retreated with them.

"Let's go." Yuan Zhisheng patted Ying's shoulder, took the umbrella from the expressionless girl, and did not stop when passing the incense burner in front of the ancient Buddha, but took three lit incense sticks from the priest on the side of the serving side and inserted them.

He didn't want to ask for anything, and praying was meaningless.

Today he came here just to pay tribute to an old friend.

The priest with a sword led Yuan Zhisheng and Ying through the main hall and walked into the backyard where no one would visit on weekdays. The ceiling partition of the corridor was hung with white gauze. When the wind blew, the gauze swayed, accompanied by the dense sound of wind chimes from nowhere.

The backyard was also full of snow. The withered chrysanthemums that Lu Mingfei saw when he came here last time were completely invisible. Even the stone Jizo was buried under the snow. The candles and fruits offered in front of the stone Jizo were naturally picked up and eaten by wild cats in the mountains.

At the end of the corridor was a Japanese-style room blocked by a plain screen. The priest pulled open the screen. The dim room was empty, with only the blood-stained long windbreaker neatly folded on the tatami and the jar wrapped in white paper on the long windbreaker.

The light beams with tiny dust flying in it fell onto the windbreaker little by little as the screen was pulled open. Gen Chisheng waved his hand, and the priest retreated.

He moved aside a little to make room for Sakura. The girl who had been expressionless all the way seemed to suddenly become dazed.

It was as if something heavy suddenly pressed on her shoulders, making her breathless.

The white paper on the altar was the talisman left by the god. A piece of paper that looked a little casual and even a little crooked was pasted on the side of the altar facing them, with the words "Saeki Ryuji" written on it.

The biting wind penetrated through Sakura's collar, and she shivered slowly.

She fell down little by little until she finally supported her tired body by leaning against the door frame of the Japanese-style room. Sakura felt that this winter was really cold.

Gen Chisheng handed the bottle over, and Sakura took a sip of the strong liquor in the whistling wind.

The pain of having her throat cut made her cough violently, so Yuan Zhisheng put his arm around her shoulders and used his other hand to gently stroke the girl's thin back to calm her down.

"Only his father is left in Crow's family." Yuan Zhisheng helped Ying walk into the Japanese-style room and sat cross-legged opposite the tatami. He took a sip of ice wine and blew his eyelids, "We were worried that he couldn't accept the blow of his son's death, so we didn't tell him the news."

Ying nodded and sat down next to Yuan Zhisheng, quietly staring at the small jar containing Crow's ashes.

She, Crow, and Yasha were all retainers of the young master. Although they could be considered friends, Ying had always been cold and didn't hang out with those two guys.

She knew that Crow liked her, but she didn't like Crow. There was no reason. She just didn't love him.

A long time ago, she was a cheap girl who oiled the weapons in the family warehouse. She didn't know too many rules of the Sheqi Hachi family. Some people bullied her and piled other work on Sakura's head. Sakura would not resist. It was Yuan The child took her out of there and taught her how to be a real girl, and the person who did this was not a crow.

Some people are just so stubborn, and they will never change who they choose for the rest of their lives, even if someone promises them all the wealth and the highest status in the world.

Moreover, in Sakura's eyes, Crow has always been a careless guy. People like him have been in the underworld all year round and have a dirty heart. If they like a girl, they will not maintain their passion for that long. Soon, Mr. Saeki Ryuuji will find someone somewhere. He meets his rightful lady in a gang or at a certain event.

But that day they were attacked on the way to Tokyo Tower. The young master's younger brother, Kazama Ruri, whose real name was Minamoto Naomi, cut the Hummer driven by Sakura from the middle with a crimson sword.

At that time, the only people in the same car were her, Yuan Zhisheng, Crow and Yasha. Yasha had always been a brave leader in the team. When he was angry, he looked like a liger hunting, but he fell down after just one punch. Fly out and lose consciousness. Then Sakura blocked the first knife for the young master. Yuan Zhisheng was severely injured at the beginning of the attack and temporarily lost his combat effectiveness.

Kazama Ruri was probably the most terrifying opponent Sakura had ever faced. He stood there, his silent majesty blowing in his face like the sea rain and the wind, and the red-gold mandala was spinning in his pupils.

But the reason why a retainer is a retainer is to die before his master. She raised a knife and faced Kazama Ruri, but she was almost pierced through the heart with just one blow.

It wasn't that Sakura could block the evil spirit's blade, but because the crow pushed him away at the critical moment.

Kazama Ruri's long and narrow blade was completely immersed in the gloomy-looking man's chest, and large pools of blood were squeezed out like a fountain. Sakura was stunned. She supported her short sword on the ground and reluctantly stood up. The whole body was trembling, and the spirit and Yin current were triggered with unprecedented intensity. Countless metal fragments were like silver butterflies all over the sky, flickering in the sky and spinning around Ruri Kazama, who was wearing a red kimono.

But the reason why Kazama Ruri retreated was not because of Sakura, but because the car of Inuyama Ga, the head of the Inuyama family, was one kilometer behind Minamoto Chisei's motorcade.

As the apparently most powerful man in the family, Inuyama Ga is powerful enough to offset Kazama Ruri's majestic power.

"The family's welfare institution will provide protection for Mr. Saeki's future life, and that's all we can do." Yuan Zhisheng took a sip of wine and said softly, "Actually, Crow told me about his father. , he said that his father used to be a little gangster, a bit chauvinistic, and always told him not to let women get hurt, because women are very valuable assets, they can reproduce and are a source of hope. "

He sighed silently, "Maybe that's why he pushed you away." Yuan Zhisheng said.

Sakura tilted her head and stared at the folded long windbreaker. Suddenly she felt like a crow was sitting cross-legged in front of her again, with a silly expression on her face and scratching the back of her head with both hands.

"This world..." she said softly, "what's going on?"

Yuan Zhisheng was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at the haggard but still beautiful side face of the girl next to him. Her black pupils were covered with a thin layer of fog.

"God is the source of all tragedies." Yuan Zhisheng said, "Now everyone knows that we are the descendants of the White King. The fierce ghosts and the family are full of careerists who want to get their hands on the throne. The so-called war is actually nothing. It's just a continuation of politics. The careerists of the fierce ghosts and the family have been promoting the outbreak of this war behind the scenes. By the time we found out, everything was overturned. "

"I don't believe in God. If there is a God in the world, why doesn't he rule everything by himself?"

"I don't believe it either. I told Masamune Tachibana before that God is actually a ghost hidden in our blood. Killing that ghost can remove the curse that has been with the family for thousands of years." Yuan Zhisheng took another sip of wine. ,

"We may be close to finding the White King's holy remains. As long as we kill it and end this nightmare with me, the war will end."

He also stared at the folded long trench coat.

"But before that, the war will continue. God must not fall into the hands of the fierce ghosts, let alone allow the academy to obtain the holy remains."

There may have always been a shadow in Yuan Zhisheng's heart. He never thought that the blood of the White King was a precious gift, but rather like a ladder for ancient evil spirits to return to the world.

If the fierce ghosts really awakened the White King who ruled half the world in the Gods, what would happen to those ethnic groups with the White King's blood flowing in their bodies?

They must have been eaten as food. Their blood vessels contain the genes of the ancient White King. The new White King must hunt them if he wants to complete himself.

At this time, the priest who had just exited walked into the Japanese room again. He lowered his head and knelt down beside Yuan Zhisheng, and whispered in Yuan Zhisheng's ear.

Yuan Zhisheng's face turned livid and heavier, until finally only the overwhelming anger remained.

"What happened?" Sakura's slender eyebrows frowned and she asked in a low voice. Yuan Zhisheng put the Spider Kiri and Doji Kiri Anzuna on his waist, and he looked at Sakura.

"It's Mr. Saeki. The family's medical institution said that he is in the early stages of Parkinson's syndrome, so Crow has found a nurse and a medical expert group to check on him regularly." Yuan Zhisheng said, "So we have never checked Mr. Saeki's bloodline." Sakura opened her eyes wide. "Yes, just this morning, about two hours ago, the nurse pushed open Mr. Saeki's door and saw only the broken tatami and the narrow empty groove under the tatami. The air was filled with a strong smell of herbs. In addition, there was a little liquid suspected to be blood at the scene. Our people tested the liquid and confirmed that Mr. Saeki was actually a..." "Not a strong hybrid." "Where will he go?" Sakura asked. "The empty groove under the tatami can just hold a long sword. I think he knows the news of Crow's death and wants to avenge his son." Yuan Zhisheng has stood up. He pulled open the screen, and the wind in the yard poured in, blowing his kimono. "Let our people find him and take good care of him." He said, "The young girl... will not show mercy."

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The old man wrapped himself in a woolen felt and walked on the snow-covered mountain. The ravines left by the years on his face looked like the marks of a sword.

He was wearing a white raincoat. It was clearly below zero temperature, but his whole body was oozing with thick steam.

It was hard to imagine that an old man of this age could maintain such a high body temperature in the snow.

Not far ahead was the abandoned village. The villages in this area have been abandoned in recent years. Everyone has moved to the city to live. The old man put both hands in his arms, each holding a long-barreled hunting rifle and a long knife that had not been unsheathed for many years but was still sharp.

The houses in the village were all abandoned, so he used a knife to cut open the rotten wooden door, stepped into the first house he saw, and sat down in the middle of the house.

Then he took out a marching water bottle with a heat preservation effect from his arms. After twisting it, blood-colored steam came out of it. It turned out to be a pot of strong medicine.

Without hesitation, he sniffed the smell of the medicine with his nose, then tilted his head back and poured it all into his mouth, sitting quietly in the dark like a stone sculpture.

A moment later, a look of pain appeared on the old man's face.

He grimaced in pain, and the corners of his eyes and mouth couldn't help twitching, but at the same time, the old man was grinning grimly.

A few minutes later, his joints started to crack from the extremities, and the sound gathered to his shoulders and legs, followed by the spine, and the last sound came from the top of his skull.

He was originally shivering in pain, but suddenly stopped, tilted his head back and exhaled gently.

Kengo Saeki opened his eyes in the dark, and his originally old and tired eyes suddenly shattered...

The fire of lava.