Psychics don't die from gunfire

The blood-like maple forest makes a soft rustling sound, which is reflected in the green clear pool. Along the way, there are stone pillars and eaves, carved railings and painted buildings, and arched bridges like rainbows.

In order to maintain Mount Nari's "maple forest dyed" style all year round, Kamima spent a lot of money to purchase a super-large ecological control system from the Academic Council to ensure that the autumn wind here is cool and quiet.

Shangjian Zhengzhang was carrying a strong man with a gloomy face, showing no signs of exerting any effort. His boots made a crisp click on the road paved with bluestones, echoing in the quiet garden for a long time.

During the thirty years he has been with the Kamima clan, he has become extremely familiar with this place. He reached his destination quickly without any pause during the whole journey.

It was a simple and solemn attic hidden at the very back of the garden.

Masaki Kamama took off his shoes at the bottom of the building, went straight to the third floor, and entered a room.

"Kami-sama."

The man put down the still unconscious strong man, first sat down on his knees, then put his hands on the ground and bowed forward respectfully.

"People are here."

A six-shoji screen divides the room into two parts, with a background of gold and ink depicting a landscape screen painting of pines, cypresses, and cranes.

However, there were no lamps lit behind the shoji, and a cold breeze blew through the hall. Under the darkness, this landscape painting, which should have been elegant and indifferent, actually looked a bit cold and forbidding.

Masaaki Kamama's voice echoed in the room, and only when it was about to fall silent did faint words emerge.

"Oh, it's Zhengzhang."

The voice was slow and hoarse, making people subconsciously think of an old man who was thin and wrinkled.

"Why do you have the time to come and see an old man like me?" The voice behind the barrier said in a low voice, "You must be very busy these days. Thank you very much for your hard work."

"I don't dare to claim that it's hard work."

When the other party finished speaking, Kamima Masaaki raised his head and straightened up.

"Two days ago, the former head of the family went to justice, and I was the one who made the mistake. The new head of the family took the oath of succession yesterday."

"Oh, Yuzhi is a good boy, but it's a pity that he has embarked on an evil path."

It was like an illusion. It was clear that the source of the sound was behind the shoji, but when I really listened to it, I felt it was inexplicably close to my ears, and I could even feel an itchy exhalation.

"Then, who is the new head of the family?"

He was obviously asking about the head of the Kamima clan, the new owner of Nari County, but the other party's tone was nonchalant, as if he was passing by a street stall and choosing among the various Bodhidharma statues arranged based on his mood.

"Reporting to your lord, this is Shoji Kamima."

"Chang Er." Hearing this name, the person behind the screen seemed to be in trouble.

"He is the cousin of the head of the Yushi family." Kamima Masaaki reminded him at the right time.

"oh oh--"

The other party suddenly understood, and even clapped happily and childishly: "I remember, that is also a good boy."

"But it's true."

The itchy breath close to the cheek suddenly became a bit gloomy: "Don't you want to be the head of the Shangjian clan? Although they are all good children, you are the one who I like the most among the Shangjian clan's children. "

"Replying to your lord." Masaaki Kamima said steadily: "It was a supreme honor for me to be adopted by you and even given a surname. I neither dare nor want to be the head of the family. I just want to serve you personally. about."

After a moment of dead silence, hearty laughter rose into the sky.

The laughter was so violent that the shoji shook violently, and even the attic seemed to be unable to bear it, causing visible shaking. The ceiling trembled, shaking off countless fine dust.

It was also at this time that an uncontrollable "whimper" broke the laughter.

On the spotless floor made of cypress wood, the strong man had woken up at some point. His eyes were full of fear, and he seemed to want to do something. However, the muscle relaxant injected in advance locked the prosthetic body, leaving him unable to do anything. It squirms and makes snapping noises.

——What a fool! Dying!

The strong man's eyes were filled with fear.

As a samurai who has obtained an official license and is a first-level psyker, the last point in his memory is when he walked out of the izakaya in the middle of the night, faced the cold wind, and when his consciousness returned, he appeared here!

A biting chill crept up his back, as if a hundred ghosts had quietly cupped his cheek. Two thoughts were surging in the man's mind.

The first is.

——The legend of "Lianggang Murderer", which often caused people to disappear without any reason, is true!

The second is.

——Look what these are, "Shangjian Zhengzhang", "Here's evil ways", "The succession of the family head", "Life experience", I will die after hearing such a big secret!

"Oh, wake up."

The laughter stopped suddenly, and after a few breaths, he said leisurely.

"Child, do you know who I am?"

The strong man stared, shaking his head wildly and uh-huh-uh-huh.

"No, you're lying."

Youyou's voice suddenly changed. At this moment, the strong man felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, with an indescribable coldness all over his body.

This is not an exaggerated description, but a real feeling.

Wow——

In the night wind blowing from nowhere, the iron wind chimes on the eaves of the attic swayed gently, making a clear tinkling sound.

"How come you haven't guessed my identity after listening to me for so long?"

"You're not stupid, you're a bad boy."

As the sturdy man's eyes were tearing up, wisps of black smoke spread out from the gap at the bottom of the shoji screen of pine, cypress and crane. They gently wrapped around the sturdy man's heels and climbed up along his ankles, like extremely thin vines, completely tying up the sturdy man.

The black smoke dragged the struggling sturdy man into the back of the shoji little by little.

Neither the prosthesis that was rampant in the past nor the first ring of psychic power played any role at this moment.

After the sturdy man was completely dragged in, there was a creepy chewing sound that echoed from the room.

The chewing sound only lasted for a few short breaths.

Then there was a deep sigh that was not "satisfied". What was brewing in this sigh was clearly a strong dissatisfaction like a burning hunger!

".Too turbid."

"A heart that is thoroughly permeated by desire, a turbid and ignorant soul, a cowardly will. Boring, inferior, disgusting."

"——Masaaki."

"Master Yuansi, I'm here." Ueyama Masaaki said respectfully.

"Hurry up and prepare. Hurry up and prepare for the 'Great Wilderness God Festival'."

The other party's voice slowly lowered, as if tired: "What I want is a pure, untainted, and beautiful heart like glass, not this kind of snack to satisfy my cravings."

"Please rest assured, Master, everything is progressing in an orderly manner."

Ueyama Masaaki stood up and bowed to the shoji.

"——Two days later, the Great Wilderness God Festival will live up to your expectations."