The mountain breeze sleeps with the pine forest, and the drizzle wets the bright moon.
Yuan Zhisheng walked through the forest, and in the distance he saw the only candlelight like a spark in the dark forest. The rain hit the pine leaves and made music. Yuan Zhisheng walked quickly in the mud with his expensive leather shoes.
He stepped forward and pushed open the house with the only light.
The candlelight flickered, and an old man in white linen sat beside the fire. Plain white rice paper was spread out in front of him, and he was meditating with a brush in hand.
"You informed me that people from our headquarters were coming, but you hid in a wooden house in the forest, so you could have some leisure time." Yuan Zhi found a towel and wiped himself, then sat on the floor next to the stove beside the old man, "How do you change your painting?"
?No more knife shooting today?"
"It has nothing to do with the season, and it has nothing to do with the method." The old man stared quietly in front of him. The flat rice paper was as smooth as jade. He said in a deep voice, "Forging a knife is practice, and painting is also practice. There is an old Chinese saying, no matter what state you encounter,
, if one’s mind is pure, free of attachment, selfless, and free of things, then one’s mind can be at peace and there will be no worries.”
The old man was quiet for half an hour, and then finally began to paint. The soft hair was sometimes heavily crushed on the soft white paper, sometimes lightly swept, floating like clouds. The dark pen tip seemed to be a floating thread connecting fantasy and reality, drawing
The scenery in the mind of the painter is pulled onto the plain white paper and is clearly visible.
"Are you talking about ancient Buddhism?" Yuan Zhisheng stared at the old man's elegant painting skills and said, "Dad, when did you start to believe in Buddhism?"
"As people get older, they always believe in what they can and cannot believe, and what they should and should not believe." The old man sighed slightly.
"Dad, your life is just too boring. You should go out for a walk more often."
"When I was young, I traveled all over the world. I felt that the world was vast enough for a person to spend his whole life wandering around, so I naturally had no worries in my heart. But now that I am no longer young, I realize that the world is actually just a corner in the forest. What is the scope of life you are used to?
Your world is only as big as it is. For example, I can only walk here from my family's ancestral hall until I am exhausted. My world is only this big." The old man said softly, "It is enough for a dying old man to occupy such a large area.
It would be a waste, and the bigger world should be reserved for young people like you."
"Dad, what were you like when you were young? I seem to have never heard you mention it." Yuan Zhisheng asked, "You must have been an executioner at that time. You must have known about the other person's past before you killed the 'ghost', right?"
"After knowing how miserable a person's life is and why he fell, have you ever hesitated before taking out the knife? Have you ever been confused when you looked at the blood that was so red that it pierced your eyes?"
"Not an executioner, but a law enforcer."
"Of course I was confused at that time, but I had to hold the knife, and I had to kill the 'ghost'. I warned myself in my heart that this was the right path. If I hesitated, more innocent people would die. If
If I am confused, more and more people will fall." The old man said lightly, "Gradually, I regard killing as spiritual practice, which is no different from forging a knife or painting. It's just that forging a knife and painting consume patience.
Compassion eroded by killing.”
"What will happen to a person if his compassion is exhausted?"
"I don't know, but this is the fate of law enforcement officers." The old man said, "The fallen have the fate of the fallen, and the law enforcement officers also have the fate of law enforcement officers. Destiny has already paved countless roads in front of us, and each of us has to find it.
The path that belongs to you never comes to an end. Once a hybrid takes the path of a dragon, it is incompetent to turn back. Those who abandon the original path are degenerates, degenerates, and disqualified from the world."
Yuan Zhisheng was silent for a moment, "Dad, are you reminding me not to have mercy on the fallen?"
"I know that you, Zhisheng, have been righteous since childhood, but if you want to hold on to justice, you must pay a price. The price is the softest compassion in people's hearts." The old man said in a deep voice, "I already know about Ye Xue's situation.
, you did the right thing, Zhisheng, you are firmly walking on the road that belongs to you."
"Looking at your tone, dad, do you also know the woman named Miyamoto Noyuki?" Yuan Zhisheng asked.
"How come I don't know you?" The old man continued to paint, with a hint of recollection on his face. "I met her on the first day she entered the Yanliu Research Institute. She was only seventeen years old at that time.
She was born at the age of a summer flower. But the impression the child left on me was as cold as frost and snow. Just like her name, her life was like a thin cherry blossom and like a wild snow. She spoke very little, and there was always something hidden in her eyes.
, I was never able to see through it at that time. Only now do I know that her eyes have always reflected the shadow of the world. That world is very beautiful, with sunshine, cities, and mountains and forests... but she is not there."
Yuan Zhisheng thought for no reason, what Miyamoto Noyuki said... She came to this world without telling everyone, and lived in a place where the sun couldn't shine... It turned out that she had really excluded herself from the beauty of the world.
, has always been wandering on the edge of human society and "ghosts", with no position as a human being, but when she truly fell into a "ghost", she was so unwilling, so why is she so stubborn?
The five years she has really lived are the five years she has lived in this world as a "human". For her who was born as a ghost, what kind of luxury is it to live for one more moment in her short life?
I probably won't understand it in my lifetime, because it's Amaterasu, who was born with sunshine, and she is the opposite extreme.
"The fate of a law enforcement officer is really tiring. Compassion is also a part of my heart. Every time I kill a person, a part of my heart is worn away. It hurts, dad." Yuan Zhisheng smiled bitterly, "Sure enough,
I still prefer to go to France. I met a French friend online who owns a suntan lotion shop on Montalivi Beach... He is living the life of my dreams.”
“That nudist beach famous for not having to wear clothes?”
"That's right, every summer he goes to the beach to run his little shop. He doesn't have to wear clothes all summer long. He puts on a pair of beach pants and a sun hat and walks back and forth on the soft sand. He can see thousands of graceful women in a day
. Sometimes when I see girls I like, I take the initiative to strike up a conversation and ask them if they want to help apply free sunscreen. I apply it with my hands from the girl’s swan-like neck to her ankles, all in one go, like riding a roller coaster with ups and downs, which makes people dizzy.
...He described it to me like this." Yuan Zhizhi said yearningly, "After the summer is over, he will go to Paris to collect unemployment benefits. In short, he will not starve to death, and he does not have to worry about life... The more I think about it, the more jealous I feel, that guy is completely
Live my life, you bastard!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Asshole! As the director of the Executive Bureau, does your dream just apply sunscreen to women on a nudist beach in the summer?" The old man muttered, "Children, your mission is not
You should apply sunscreen to others, and the light of Amaterasu's destiny should shine on more people..."
"I know, I know everything." Yuan Zhisheng sighed, "Stop talking about this, I also want to ask someone, the newly appointed director of the Executive Bureau, Miyamoto Noyuki's brother, dad, you should be very
Do you understand? When he left office, I hadn’t come to my family yet, and the older generation in the family didn’t seem to talk about that person.”
"Kenjiro?" A fleeting glint flashed across the old man's eyes, "Let's not talk about this person today. Talking about him, I probably won't be able to maintain my mood at the moment to paint."
Seeing the cryptic expression on the old man's face, Yuan Zhisheng nodded slightly, "Okay, okay, let's talk about business, about the commissioner of this headquarters."
"In the afternoon, the branch director sent me an urgent message. The principal sent an elite team to Tokyo on the grounds that they had detected the heartbeat of a suspected ancient dragon embryo deep in the Japan Trench." The old man said, "The plan is to use a carrier.
The manned submersible transports the refined sulfur bomb to eight thousand meters of water, and they want to artificially blow up the embryo. The submersible set off two days ago and is now undergoing a trial simulation in Tokyo Port. As for the team, it is now on the plane
Come on, we expect to arrive in three hours.”
"Will that team come to supervise the work?"
"No, they are responsible for diving. The deep submersibles are also manufactured by the headquarters. Schneider, the director of the execution department, is responsible for the transoceanic command. Norma replaces Kaguya and is responsible for supervising the work." The old man said, "We are responsible for other parts other than the main body of the mission. That of the headquarters
Bian doesn't seem to trust us."
"We have never relied on them. When the Sheqi family was at its lowest, none of the eight families received gifts from the headquarters. Could their attitude be too arrogant?" Yuan Zhisheng was half-shocked and half-angry.
"My child, you are still young. No one has looked up some of the ancient almanacs in your family, so you have no way of knowing." The old man stared at the scroll with his eyes as black as paint, "Not all families have no contact with our headquarters.
, the others in this department are not to be feared, except the man named Angers..."
"Decades have passed, and he is still living in this world, still holding the title of the strongest dragon slayer in the world. As long as he does not die, the headquarters will be like a big mountain pressing on our heads. To this day, this
The mountain... finally collapsed." The old man said, "That man wanted to kill all the dragons in the world, and 'god' was no exception. She is already dead, and that is her tomb, even though our gods all inherit her bloodline.
...Destroy the Divine Burial Hall, we cannot allow a dead person to crawl out of the grave!"
"Are we really going to go this far...to cut off history?" Yuan Zhisheng took a long time to say these short words.
"As for history, just keep it in myths and historical records. Tragedies that are repeated over and over again are not called history, they are called tragedies."
"This will be a tough battle. A lot of people will bleed and a lot of people will die. In the end, we may not win. Once we lose... the world will be overturned!"
"That is the fate of this world."
"These are really tragic words, just like what the last man standing on the battlefield told the world that was about to be destroyed, saying, you can't be saved, this is your fate." Yuan Zhisheng smiled bitterly.
"The destiny of the world should not be destruction, and the destiny of the family should not be bloodshed." The old man sighed, "This is the reason why the Divine Burial Hall must be destroyed. We inherited power from the White Emperor, and power is both a gift and a curse.
She created the rising sun, the growing things and the dream-like world. We guard all of them, but at the same time she also created the cold moon, the dry bones and the cold sand, and the eternal underworld, which is what the devils are chasing.
. She was hiding in her tomb watching us, wearing the burial clothes of the deceased, which was covered with rusty skeletons and maggot lines. She was secretly laughing, watching us fight, watching us bleed, and one day she would return
The price for returning to the human world is to drag all her descendants into hell."
"It sounds creepy, like it's eating people."
"Yes, it means cannibalism. After eating us, the land of hell will be full, and the 'god' will step on our dead bones and resurrect. It will be a rotten corpse covered with maggots, wearing colorful corpse clothes." The old man.
The voice was like Shen Lei, "If we want to break free from the bloody fate she has arranged for us, the first step is to take our fate into our own hands. We need to change so that people like you who don't want to be Amaterasu
Stop killing ghosts and let children like Ye Xue who don't want to become 'ghosts' be born as humans."
"If I succeed, can I get rid of my identity as a young master and my fate as Amaterasu and go to France to sell sunscreen?"
"You brat, are you just trying to get away with it once and for all? Aren't dad's expectations and trust from you worthless?" The old man laughed and scolded, and then whispered, "But this is fine, after all, it is too painful and tiring to fight against fate. If you are lucky,
If we can survive the war, then go to France, but if we fail, let old people like me die first. Have you heard the story of Foolish Old Man who moved the mountains? As a parent, you have to lead the people to fight against fate.
, there are endless descendants.”
"It's such an inspiring story, but it sounds very tortured." Yuan Zhisheng frowned bitterly.
"The team sent by the headquarters. It is said that the three of them are Angers' most beloved students. They are known as the trump cards that can 'secure victory even when facing the Dragon King'." The old man stopped painting and put it aside. He took the rice paper from under the
Pulling out a stack of documents, "I suddenly remembered that there is their information here."
Yuan Zhisheng looked at the resume that was stained with ink under the drawing paper, and took it with a black face. He flipped through it casually, from the first page to the last page, his brows furrowed more and more. The last few pages
Most of the page about the commissioner named Lu Mingfei is darkened and cannot be seen clearly, but it can be vaguely seen that the page is not very long. Presumably, although he is an "S" level student, he is only a freshman who has just been promoted to sophomore year.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "They are still children and have not graduated yet. Do they really understand what they are about to face?"
If it were not dyed ink, then Yuan Zhisheng would probably see information about Lu Mingfei. Apart from a basic overview, the rest of the content only had a two-word description - "top secret."
"But their bloodline is very good. Apart from you and Eri Yi, we probably can't find any young people who are better than them." The old man said, "At least Ange's vision of people has never been wrong. Although those young people
He has little experience, but he must be outstanding. Especially Lu Mingfei, who is known as the secret party's unparalleled genius for decades. The heir of the Gattuso family and the child with the 'Speech Spirit·Jun Yan' are also
You cannot be underestimated, and you are our genius, so you are also each other’s competitor."
"Opponent? So far I have never had an opponent, and I don't know how to compete." Yuan Zhisheng thought for a moment, "beat them up and then laugh at their weakness? This is probably what the opponent is like, right?"
"Can you read less chuuni comics? I didn't like letting you read them since you were a child, and I was afraid that you would say that I didn't let you have a childhood. You are a man who wants to be the head of the family." The old man smiled bitterly, "Remember, treat me well."
People in this department should be treated favorably, as if they were guests."
"Okay, then I know what's going on, and I'll just try my best to meet their demands." Yuan Zhisheng wrapped his windbreaker tightly, "By the way, Dad, how is Eri's condition?"
"It's quite stable. It seems like I dreamed that something beautiful is about to come." The old man took a sip of strong wine and picked up the paper he had finished drawing on and looked at it carefully.
Most of the originally plain white paper was stained black by messy ink pens, like a huge... ghost painting charm.
"I have to say, Dad, your painting skills have declined too much." Yuan Zhisheng said goodbye and left.
After he left, Tachibana Masamune spat the strong liquor in his mouth onto the paper, and the real drawing was revealed after being soaked in the warm liquor.
It turns out that the black part is the blank space, and the ink color is used as the background to outline the vast earth of the human world. In the center of the drawing paper, a huge white dragon shape envelopes the human world.
The firelight made the dragon's shadow sway in the old man's pupils, like a living thing.