Chapter 210 209 Red-Haired Girl (V)

Chapter 210 209. Red-haired girl (5)

That is a distant and vague memory, and it is also a secret that few people know. If in ancient times, the family priests would have written the story of Yuan Zhisheng's murder of his younger brother into a romantic ghost-killing legend, describing how the hero Yuan Zhisheng used his resourcefulness to Better than evil spirits that suck human blood.

But to Yuan Zhisheng, he was always his younger brother. If his younger brother were an ordinary person, he would not have made those mistakes. What was really wrong in the final analysis was his bloodline, which was the poison given to mankind by God many years ago.

Mr. Masamune will tell you that idea soon. Minamoto will be the first staunch supporter. Only by cutting off everything the evil spirits crave can more nightmares caused by blood in the future be completely eliminated. Finish.

"This can't go on like this." Tachibana Masamune said with emotion, his eyes dim and distant, "As long as we are alive, there will always be children who fall because of their thirst for power. Every word from the fierce ghosts will affect the inherently unstable bloodline. It’s a fatal temptation to say ugly words. If I were placed in that position from birth, it’s hard to say whether I would be tempted. So... it’s time to cut off this fate.”

Tachibana Masamune's last words suddenly became calm. As a declaration of war, it should have been a raging fire like the eruption of Mount Fuji, but he said it so calmly, like a battle-hardened samurai gently holding his hand. Wearing a sword, the murderous intent is restrained and ready to be unleashed at the touch of a button.

Yuan Zhisheng raised his head and looked directly into Tachibana Masamune's eyes.

"Is Mr. Masamune going to launch a war against the Fierce Demons?" said the head of the Sakurai family. "Let's not talk about whether the family can definitely win. I believe many people will regard this as fratricide. Many of the Fierce Demons will They were all our friends and relatives, and many people would not be able to bear it if we wielded a knife against them. After all, they were all blood-related compatriots!”

"The Fierce Ghosts are indeed related to us by blood, but can they really be said to be our compatriots? They chose the path of dragons. In their eyes, dragons are perfect creatures and the rulers of the world. That's what they want to be. The existence makes human beings crawl under their feet," Tachibana Masamune said, "Assuming that the fierce ghosts have now dug up the divine burial place and obtained the secret of bloodline evolution, who here would think that they can finally obtain a stable bloodline? Are you willing to come back into our arms and continue to make up for your past identities and mistakes? Absolutely not! Once they taste the taste of blood, they will only get worse. If we are kind-hearted, we are destined to sit back and wait for death, and we can only completely deal with it. Only by eradicating the fierce ghost organizations will there be peace and tranquility!”

The head of the Sakurai family has a calm face. She is the second female head of the family besides Uesugi. She is much older than Uesugi Eri. She is already over thirty years old. Most women who still sit in positions of power at this age are in people's hearts. The kind of strong woman I imagined would be able to speak on behalf of everyone for a while, but after hearing Tachibana Masamune's pros and cons analysis, she would quickly make the right decision.

"This is by no means an easy task, blood will flow like a river, and the whole of Tokyo will be shaken by this." Fuma Kotaro said in a deep voice.

"From ancient times to the present, all revolutions will be successful without bloodshed. This is destined to be a difficult and thorny road, so I am asking you to help me today!" Masamune Tachibana knelt down and worshiped, "Blow up the sacred burial ground." Therefore, together with the bones of the gods, we will completely destroy the hopes of the fierce ghosts, and then completely cleanse the forces of the fierce ghosts, including those who are attached to them, their gangs, and their companies, and no one will be spared!"

This was Tachibana Masamune's second big gift today. Everyone knelt down in fear and bowed in return, their expressions as solemn as mountains. This kind of thing is indeed not something that a hero can do by raising his arms and shouting. The entire Sheqi Eight Family and even the Japanese branch must work together to join this war. Only by working together with each department can it be possible to accomplish this. The magnificent cause swept away the haze that had lingered in the hearts of the Japanese mixed race for many years.

"There will always be blood that has to be shed in this world," Tachibana Masamune said, "but as the patriarch of the family, I cannot push everyone into a bloody battlefield on my own. The road ahead is difficult, and some people will be timid, and some will After thinking a lot, I give the power of choice to everyone here. Please feel free to make a bold decision whether you agree with me or not. For those who vote against, I promise that I will neither force them to participate nor hold them accountable afterwards. "

He clapped his hands, and the small door on the left opened. The priests came in carrying two screens, which were set up on the left and right sides of Tachibana Masamune. On the left side was the word "war" dripping with ink, and on the right side was the graceful word "forbearance". Character.

"If you think that the family should fight to the death with the fierce ghosts, please put your name under the word "War". If you think that the status quo should remain unchanged, please write under the word "Tolerance". Please give me your judgment and dispel my evil thoughts of killing or Help me fight!"

Tachibana Masamune took out a black cloth belt from his arms and covered his eyes. He turned his back to the wall and turned his back to everyone. In this way, he showed his attitude that no one who voted would see him.

The main hall was as quiet as a curtain, and the sound of rain was extremely clear. The fallen cherry blossoms in the garden occasionally floated into the main hall. The once gorgeous colors are now just a piece that can be picked up by bending down. It makes people feel that life is impermanent and like flowers. It fell so quietly and easily, no one wanted to get up, and everyone was thinking that many people would die in the war that started, maybe even themselves here.

Yuan Zhisheng suddenly stood up and walked through the crowd. The spider was hanging beside him, and the cyan cold light flowed on the blade without a scabbard. It seemed that even when it sliced ​​through the air, it could make people feel a soul-stirring chill.

Without any hesitation, he walked straight to the word "war" on the left and wrote the first stroke of the day. Tachibana Masamune only mentioned this to him in advance, but did not directly ask him to make a decision. Even in Mr. Masamune's eyes, he was a person who could make a choice freely.

But, is it necessary to think about this choice? Many people present have not even participated in the actions of the Executive Bureau. They don't know how those fierce ghosts with corrupt bloodlines are wreaking havoc on the world in the shadows. In recent years, Yuan Zhisheng has been running on the front line as a ghost slayer. The spider has cut off more than dozens or hundreds of souls. When he personally inserted the blade into his brother's chest, Yuan Zhisheng already understood that his future would be the final chapter in a deadly battle with the evil ghosts.

Yuan Zhisheng put down his pen and stood by the screen on the left. He tore off a piece of his feather webbing and covered his eyes. He knew his position in the family very well. The young master chose to be the same as the current head of the family, allowing everyone to write down the most real thoughts in their hearts.

While he was doing this, Eri also stood up and walked to the left, picking up the pen and writing a stroke under the first stroke of Minamoto Chisei. She didn't care whether the family was fighting or ninja, she just followed the choice of Minamoto Chisei's brother.

The three major surnames of the Snake Eight Clan all chose the side of fighting. Although their number was pitifully small, and there were only three votes in this meeting where the final number determined the future of the family, they had the best bloodline in the family and were the most reliable fighting force. Their choice would affect those indecisive people to a certain extent.

The head of the Inuyama family left the table immediately, walked to the right screen, wrote a stroke, then threw the pen on the pen holder, turned around and left, and went straight into the wind and rain.

His choice is also the attitude of many people. When peace can still be maintained, people always want to maintain peace. This is not shameful. Many historical records can prove that doing so is not wrong for people living in the present. After all, the fierce ghosts are our compatriots. Although they have betrayed the family, they still have the blood of the Snake Eight Clan.

The heads of the family took the lead and set an example, so more people stood up and wrote on the screen. The strokes on both sides increased at almost the same speed. Those who finished writing walked behind the blindfolded Tachibana Masamune and bowed deeply, and then walked out of the main hall.

This spring rain seemed to have no beginning and no end. Many people who had voted walked out of the main hall one after another and walked on the rainy steps. The rain was cold to the touch, and almost no one chose to hold an umbrella. It's good like this. Maybe only such a cold feeling can calm the heart, just like those monks who have seen through the world. Whether to fight or endure is nothing more than a step in life. Since you are born in the underworld, you must follow the rules of the underworld.

In the end, there were only two people left in the main hall of the shrine. When the last person left and rushed into the wind and rain, Yuan Zhisheng took off his blindfold and turned his head to look at the screens on both sides.

With just one glance, he saw that there were five more strokes on the left screen than on the right. It was this difference of five strokes that made the fate of the entire Japanese underworld go a different way than it was originally.

On the road outside the shrine stone steps, black cars rushed through the rain curtain one after another. This is the suburbs of Tokyo, and few people come here. Those who come here to park are all gangsters, but a taxi drove in the opposite direction of the traffic. The owner of the car curiously looked at the traffic in the rain from the driver's seat. Although he didn't know where it was, he could roughly judge that it must be a gathering of elites. Looking up, he could see the faint Torii Shrine in the sky.

This is an ordinary taxi driver uncle. He just received a long order and sent a group of foreigners who like rain to the suburbs. In this kind of weather, they actually thought about going to the mountains to play. I really don’t know whether to say that they are in high spirits or have water in their brains. But this has nothing to do with the driver. After delivering this big order, he continued to drive forward along the road. The navigation showed that there was a highway restaurant ahead. He planned to have a full meal there before returning to Tokyo.

However, his plan seemed to be disrupted. A red-haired girl stood by the roadside. She didn't hold an umbrella, and her hair hung down from her shoulders like noodles in clear soup. She waved at him.

The driver turned the car around and leaned against her. This was the daily life of a taxi driver. When there was money to be made, even meals could not be eaten. Besides, going to Tokyo from here was a big order. As Tokyo is famous for its expensive taxis, the taxi here is not calculated by 0.5 or 1 kilometer, but the additional price is calculated by 70 yen for 233 meters after the starting price. The driver calculated it briefly and found that the fare for this order was at least tens of thousands of yen.

Eri climbed into the back seat, and the driver turned around and asked the customer where he was going. Eri lowered her head and wrote on a small notebook, and handed it to the front seat for the driver to see.

"Tokyo, anywhere."

Anywhere? The driver thought what a strange request this was. He had never seen such a customer in all his years of working. He didn't talk when he got in the car, but used a notebook to communicate. He also said that he could go anywhere.

This made the driver have to look at Eri twice more. Judging from her clothes and appearance, she should have come out of the shrine just now. People in those business cars were all dressed like this. The young girl didn't take other people's cars but chose to take a taxi by herself. Maybe she didn't care about money, but just didn't want to be with other men. After all, there didn't seem to be many women in that place just now.

It took only a moment for the driver to complete his imagination and turned around to start the taxi.

"Then let's go to a fun place! How about Akihabara? Young people like Akihabara, and there are many hotels!" The driver gave a suggestion enthusiastically.

"Okay. I don't have change. Do you accept checks?"

A check...? The new words on the small book once again impacted the driver's worldview, and he looked at Eri with a little more respect. Could this be the legendary super-rich lady? She has never used cash in her life, and she always signs a checkbook when she goes out?

"I really haven't accepted it... But since you said you didn't bring any change, I can only accept it!" The driver smiled bitterly, thinking that all kinds of monsters and ghosts came out on this trip today. There were stupid foreign tourists who wanted to go up the mountain to play on rainy days, and then there were local rich ladies who went out without money. I always felt that if this trend continued, it would not be strange to meet a beautiful female ghost on the way back to Tokyo!

The driver drove with strange thoughts in his mind, and Eri leaned on the car window. From here, he could see the shrine gradually going away. The shrine in the rain was like a touch of red quietly embellished in the mountains. It seemed that at this time, Brother Gen Chisheng and Mr. Masamune were still in the shrine and did not notice that she was gone. Eri didn't care what was discussed in that meeting and didn't listen at all, but that kind of meeting must be very important to Minamoto Chisei and the others, and it would take up a lot of their energy and time. This was her best chance.

When Minamoto Chisei also covered his face with a cloth bag like Tachibana Masamune, Eri knew that her chance had come. After writing that stroke, she hurriedly ran to the main hall of the shrine. The men in black on the stone steps did not stop her. They were not priests of the shrine, but followers brought by other family heads. Not everyone knew Eri, the head of the Uesugi family, and knew that she was special, so they did not take any action.

But it was not easy to leave the shrine. There were cars with owners around, and Eri could not drive. Fortunately, luck always favors those who are attentive. A taxi appeared in her sight after she waited for a long time.

"Gomenna."

Eri's lips moved slightly, silently apologizing. She couldn't remember how many times she had sneaked out of the house. She hoped that this time, she would go a little further.