Samsara Paradise: Dream Weaver of Connections

In the Shogun's Mansion in Kyoto, Japan, it was already dark, but the housekeeper Fujiwara Masao's room was still dimly lit.

In this era, the Shogun's power was still at its peak, and Fujiwara Masao, although he had no official title, became the object of many officials' scramble to make friends because of his unique status.

The officials hoped that through him, they could pass on a few good words to the Shogun, so as to make further progress in their official careers.

But Fujiwara Masao was not someone who could be easily persuaded.

The reason why he could sit firmly in the position of housekeeper in the Shogun's Mansion and maintain the Shogun's trust for a long time was because he knew how to use the art of speech.

In this mansion full of power and interests, when to speak and when to keep silent is a knowledge that requires careful consideration.

However, Fujiwara Masao had a problem, that is, he would feel dizzy when exposed to the sun, so the Shogun specially adjusted Fujiwara Masao's working hours to the night.

A slight breeze suddenly came from behind Fujiwara Masao. He did not turn around, but just stopped the work in his hands and waited quietly.

A moment later, a man in black ninja clothes appeared in his sight, kneeling on one knee in the middle of the room.

"What's the matter?" Fujiwara Masao's tone was very calm, as if he had expected this scene.

He turned around slowly, staring at the ninja in front of him with sharp eyes, waiting for the other party's answer.

The ninja kept his head down, and his voice was low and firm: "My lord, there is urgent information." As he said, he handed over a sealed letter.

Fujiwara Masao nodded slightly. This ninja was just one of the many intelligence networks he controlled. They were like ghosts in the night, silently shuttling through the streets of Kyoto, collecting various intelligence for him and carrying out secret missions.

In this era of change, Fujiwara Masao's identity is far more than just a steward of the general's mansion.

He is a thousand-year lurker, a master of disguise that no one can see through.

He once fished by the river as a fisherman, shuttled through the market as a commoner, and even talked in the court as a noble prince.

No matter when and where, he could perfectly blend in without revealing any flaws.

As the ninja's words fell, a blood shadow suddenly flashed in Fujiwara Masao's hand.

The whole room was instantly shrouded in a layer of blood-red light, as if it was stained with a layer of weird color.

Under the reflection of this light, Fujiwara Masao's face began to change.

His eyes turned blood red, flashing with a weird light, and his appearance gradually recovered from the old man to the handsomeness of a young man.

After opening the envelope and looking at the information on it, Fujiwara Masao nodded, not surprised by the result.

"Is Muzan Kibutsuji dead? Who killed him? The pillar of the Demon Slayer Corps, or the little demon who was reported to have the Sun Breathing before."

The death of Muzan Kibutsuji was more like a predestined ending for him.

During the Warring States Period, the rampage of Muzan Kibutsuji plunged the whole of Japan into chaos and darkness, and the people were living in misery.

In order to maintain his normal life, Fujiwara Masao had to secretly support the Demon Slayer Corps, hoping that they could curb Muzan Kibutsuji's madness.

"Neither, it's a foreigner named Dio Brando." The ninja's voice trembled a little. "According to the news from the evil ghost's spy, the other party's bloodline level seems to be much higher than Muzan Kibutsuji. With just one order, Muzan Kibutsuji couldn't resist the pressure of the bloodline and knelt on the ground."

Hearing this, Fujiwara Masao, who was originally leaning on the tatami, sat up straight suddenly, his eyes fixed on the ninja in front of him, as if he wanted to see some clues from the other party.

His eyes were like two sharp knives, piercing the ninja's heart, making the latter feel an inexplicable fear.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the whole room became extremely depressing. The ninja felt as if a thousand-pound weight was pressing on him. It was extremely difficult to breathe, let alone make a sound. Fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, slid down his cheeks, and dripped onto the ground.

After more than ten seconds, Fujiwara Masao finally looked away, and the invisible pressure disappeared.

The ninja couldn't help but breathe heavily, as if he had walked through the gates of hell.

He didn't dare to be negligent, and quickly told Fujiwara Masao all the information he knew in detail.

Fujiwara Masao listened silently, with no expression on his face.

"Very good! Muzan Kibutsuji finally played the role he should have." Fujiwara Masao's mouth curled up a sneer, and his eyes flashed with cold light.

Fujiwara Masao slowly got up, walked to the closet, and opened the door.

In the depths of the closet, there was a black robe that was almost weathered, and under the robe was a square towel with a small part of it left.

These two items are the treasures that Fujiwara Masao has been collecting for two thousand years, and they are also his only connection with the past.

He gently stroked the black robe, feeling the traces of time with his fingertips.

This robe has witnessed his vicissitudes of two thousand years. Every time he touches it, it seems to take him back to that distant era.

The pattern on the square scarf is blurred, but Fujiwara Masao can still clearly recall its appearance.

Two thousand years ago, in pursuit of immortality, Qin Shihuang sent people to Japan to find elixir.

Fujiwara Masao was Xu Fu who was sent by Qin Shihuang that year.

When Xu Fu came to Japan, which was still a barren land, he accidentally discovered a magical race here.

This race has an incredibly long lifespan, and their blood contains powerful power, as if it is a gift from nature.

However, this race also has a weakness that they cannot overcome - they cannot face the sun directly.

Sunlight is like a deadly poison to them. Once exposed to the sun, their bodies will quickly collapse and their vitality will quickly fade.

After Xu Fu discovered the secret of this race, an evil idea came to his mind.

In Xu Fu's view, the blood of this race is the key to immortality.

So, a bloody massacre took place in the land of Japan.

Xu Fu hunted down those creatures that could not face the sun one by one, and used their flesh and bone marrow to refine the so-called elixir of immortality.

When the elixir of immortality was successfully refined, Xu Fu's heart was overwhelmed by greed. Looking at the pill shining with mysterious light, Xu Fu's heart was filled with desire for immortality.

Japan is so far away from the Qin Dynasty, so he doesn't have to worry that Qin Shihuang will send someone to find him.

So, he took the elixir himself.

However, Xu Fu did not expect that this pill would bring him not only immortality, but also the weakness in the blood of that race.

This made Xu Fu only active at night and became a being in the dark.