Trafford’s Trading Club

In a not prosperous seaside town, a samurai who had just finished drinking was on his way home.

He was holding a wine bottle in his hand, his body was stumbling, and he was still humming a tune with a hint of peach color. The warrior suddenly felt the need to urinate, so he opened his hazy eyes and quickly found an alley, intending to go in and solve the problem on the spot.

Deep in the alley, just when the warrior had just finished solving the problem and was feeling refreshed, a soft purple light suddenly appeared. There seemed to be something there...

The warrior was curious in his heart, and he was not afraid because he was drunk. He approached step by step... He found that the source of these purple lights seemed to be because of this strange purple mist.

At this time, the samurai's reaction was very slow, and he stared blankly ahead with his eyes open... Finally, a look of panic appeared in the samurai's eyes. He took a step back, but suddenly fell to the ground... He felt really balanced. too poor!

"Ah...ah!! Monster! Monster..."

He turned around and wanted to rush out of this place by crawling and running in fear. He also regretted extremely that he shouldn't be convenient in this place!

He continued to run crazily, but in the end he was unable to run out of this place. A purple mist had been completely swallowed by him. Only a more miserable cry came, and everything returned to calm.

Not long after, the samurai walked out of the alley again. His steps were no longer staggering, but rather steady, because at this moment he had turned into... Yamata no Orochi.

To be precise, it is just a temporary container for Yamato no Orochi.

Of course it didn't need to seize a warrior's body, but it had to do so at this time. It needs this warrior's body so that it can hide its aura because it doesn't know whether the weirdo holding Zhanlu will pursue him or not.

Zhanlu, the sword of the emperor, is built with the righteousness of heaven and earth, and has great restraint damage to all evil things.

"This Zhanlu Sword is actually born again?" The samurai attached to Yamata no Orochi said to himself as he walked, "Back then, a strange Taoist used a sword to slay demons, and he used this Zhanlu Sword. . That’s because even though I am young, I still can’t forget the aura on Zhanlu Sword… So, it’s absolutely unmistakable!”

Yamata no Orochi couldn't help but feel surprised and doubtful. The strange Taoist suddenly disappeared after using his sword to slay demons, and it and most of its tribe survived.

Later, when it gradually grew up, it broke with the clan due to disagreements with its ideas, and was eventually exiled as a last resort... As for this Yan Wuyue world, it was a strange space that it found by chance. It seemed like a A complete world, but there is a strange feeling everywhere... everything is specious.

It's just that in this world, except for the two statues called Baxun Temple, there is no one who can resist it. So I simply settled here temporarily, sleeping when I had nothing to do, and doing trouble when I was bored. I went my own way, but I felt at ease. Although I was no longer in China, I was at ease.

I just didn't expect that because of my greed, I was finally sealed until now, and I was freed... But I didn't expect that as soon as I came out, I would meet Zhan Lujian, who had made him, his tribe, and even the entire demon world fearful.

The moment he recognized Zhanlu Sword, Yamata no Orochi almost thought that the strange Taoist from back then appeared again!

"Could it be... that he is the descendant of that Taoist?" Yamata no Orochi frowned at this time, as if the more he thought about it, the more likely it was, but he failed to grasp the key point because there was too little information from the outside world.

"I don't know how many years have passed in China, and whether the Xiangliu clan has..." There was a hatred in the eyes of Yamata no Orochi, "I absolutely do not agree with... this concept! From then on, I will no longer If I am a member of Xiang Liu, I am who I am!”

Yamata no Orochi finally walked out of this small town quickly, but at the moment of leaving, he seemed to feel something, and subconsciously looked up to the end of the night sky.

His face changed slightly, Yamata no Orochi murmured to himself: "Who is... changing the rules of this pseudo world?"

The pupils of the human body it is now possessing suddenly turned golden, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of its mouth: "Could it be that... I deserve this world, is it destined for me? It doesn't matter, I couldn't defeat it at the beginning. Izanagi and Izanami, now... why not give it a try!"

Yamata no Orochi finally disappeared into the wilderness.

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In Mo Xiaofei's opinion, the Samurai Master Nagato's house had the feel of the ancient scenic buildings in District 11 that he often saw on TV.

There are wooden floors, corridors, courtyards and small ponds, twists and turns, and you can even see servants kneeling on the ground to greet you.

It was already past midnight, but Mo Xiaofei was mentally strong and not too sleepy. On the contrary, the eyes of Mr. Nagato in front of him were already bloodshot.

In addition to Mr. Nagato, there are also his younger brother Saburo and his young son, Nagato Shinji.

Boom!

The bamboo tube at the pond outside the house met the water flow, and finally hit it and made a crisp sound. At the same time, Mr. Nagato in the room also slowly said: "Kojiro-dono, I wonder how you have considered it. Do you plan to stay in Waseda Village temporarily? Once you can stay, after everything is over, the Nagato family There will be a big reward!”

In Mr. Changmen's house, Mo Xiaofei knew more things than he knew from Zhuzi.

First of all, the curse of the village does not always exist, but only during these six years. At first, the Nagato family did not sit back and wait for death, but tried every means, but even the witch of the local shrine had died, and the Nagato family seemed to have truly succumbed to this curse.

Let’s not talk about whether the Nagato family has really struggled to fight against the problem. After all, there are many things that cannot be justified... It is simply the request of the Nagato family to bless all the cursed women in this village!

Mo Xiaofei felt shuddering just thinking about it.

Although the curse starts at the age of fourteen, which is a wonderful age...but the curse has no upper limit, okay! ! ! There are so many old ladies’ ones! !

It’s so crazy!

"Master Nagato." Mo Xiaofei quickly recalled the news about the curse he heard, and then said seriously: "After listening to it for so long, it seems that you haven't told me what the source of this curse is... A curse does not appear without reason, there must be a reason for it."

"The matter is related to the secrets of my Waseda Village. I really can't tell you." Mr. Nagato spoke slowly, but he meant to refuse, "Kojiro-don only needs to answer me whether you are willing or not."

This was not a begging tone, but rather a command.

Mo Xiaofei believed that everyone was equal and was very resistant to this class concept. He shook his head and said, "I won't agree."

"I don't know what's wrong!" Nagato Shinji, who was sitting next to him, snorted coldly at this time, and then looked at Mr. Nagato, "Father, I have told you before, people from other villages like this just don't know how to adapt, so there is no need to bother with them. Just tie up your mouth and tongue!"

He jumped up immediately, and without a second thought he drew his sword with a arrogant expression, "You are also a warrior, how dare you accept my challenge! If you lose, you stay!"

Mo Xiaofei opened his mouth, finally sighed and complained: "If I win, I will beat you all...because you want to say that you never thought that I could win or something like that?"

"Smart! But...can you win me?" Nagato Shinji snorted coldly.

"Routine! It's all a routine!" Mo Xiaofei's head was full of black lines. 8)