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Chapter 158: Chapter 158

Night dipped.

Shen Dai Qinghe dreamed again.

——As expected.

——Ryuhiko Shibusawa,                                                                                                                          

His perspective is still on the Son of God on the High Platform.

Or, Kiyoka Fujiwara.

He was 9 years old at this time, right?

According to the vegetative one year setting.

When Kanyo Kiyoha thought this way, he gave birth to the idea of ​​breaking free from the child's body. He changed his mind to another perspective. He felt a vague resistance, but it was very slight. He just struggled hard and succeeded.

He hung in the air like a ghost.

The entire scene was taken into consideration.

This is an empty and wide room, which looks as big as a basketball court, surrounded by walls and windows, and seems to be inside some abandoned building.

Overall, it looks like a rough house piled with bricks and cement. It is simple and rough, with only a high platform-

Only the high platform in the center looks smooth and exquisite. Although the raw materials are still bricks and cement, the craftsmen who built it seemed to have put a lot of effort into it. The technology and intentions were successfully reflected.

A 9-year-old child knelt on it with a simple colored mat on it.

It was Zhang's young face, but with a wonderful divine nature, like the peace of seeing through the world, and like the compassion after a long period of storms. Those amber eyes, without any waves, reflect all things, reflect the high platform, and reflect the people surrounding him like crazy believers, dancing with their hands.

This performance...

Is it because of "heard" something?

At the moment when this thought emerged, Kanyo Kiyowa was pulled into the child's body again. He heard many silly sounds, slamming the beach like waves, and he was the unlucky beach.

As he inferred, the "listening" mentioned by Shibusawa Ryuhiko is to listen to the voice of the heart, that is, to read the heart, but what he did not expect was...

——This ability cannot be turned off!!

‘What kind of truce? The truce will only make Japan swallowed!’

‘Can the Son of the Fujiwara family really work? But there is no other way.’

‘The ancient sword-casting master was rumored to be unfavorable, so he died with his body…’

‘I am broken by my jade, today’

‘My mother said that she would take me to see a lot of beautiful flowers tonight. I’m so looking forward to it.’

...

So that's the case?

When he was pulled into memories of the past twice before, the slight and indistinctive sounds he heard were the voices of others.

But the first two times were like the noise of the radio stuttering, but this time it was much clearer.

——Shen Dai Qinghe has gradually realized what will happen next.

——Or the fate of the Son of God.

I clearly heard a lot, but everything was like a black and white silent drama.

The slight sound kept pouring out the screen in my mind. A man suddenly rushed to the high platform, and his face was somewhat similar to that of a child on the high platform, and his expression was distorted...

Ah, it's something I've dreamed of.

The 9-year-old father of the Son of God prayed for blessings from his son and received a positive promise.

The man cried and laughed and murmured something, staggered down the platform and merged into the crowd, and danced again.

The perspective of Kanyo Kiyoshi returns to the air again.

He looked closely for a while and found that this group of people was not jumping around. They were dancing Japanese sacrificial dances, also called soul-conjuring dances, and they were related to time and scenes—

Is it the soul of the Japanese soldiers who died in the war of supernatural powers?

The door of the room was pushed open.

With the strong storm and thick night outside, a group of mermaids came in one after another. They were wearing heavy rain gear, but they were still embarrassed by the strong wind and rain, but the treasures held in their hands were not damaged by the slightest.

That's right.

A unique treasure.

The Qinghe of Kamiya has never carefully studied antiques, but it can also be seen that many treasures should have been in museums or private collections, including chimes from China on the other end of the ocean, famous demon swords from the Warring States Period, and even Yata Mirror, which is worthy of being worshipped in one of the three artifacts of Ise Temple...

How is that possible?!

It should be a fake?!

If it is genuine, if you can even get this one-

The group took off their rain gear and showed their faces.

The Qing Dynasty of the God of Heaven was shocked.

He had never seen these people in his impression, but he looked very familiar. His eyebrows and eyes were clearly similar to those of the Takashi family who had been with him who had a similar or similar status to the Fujiwara family when he was in Kyoto.

Looking closer, the men, women, young and old who danced soul-summoning dance around the platform were clearly similar to the high sects he was familiar with, perhaps those tribesmen with prominent surnames and more distant blood ties.

This is a...

What a grand sacrifice.

——The Son of God lives on a high platform, but isn’t it also on an altar?

Together with the father who watched the children and the newly arrived people, the treasures were placed in all directions of the high platform according to some kind of consideration. The people dancing around the high platform also docilely obeyed their commands and knelt around the treasures. Then, the man, who was the leader of the newly arrived people, thought fanatically about something.

Many old sayings.

But he could still understand the general meaning.

The general meaning is that at this time of life and death, they voluntarily gave their treasures, their flesh and souls, and wish Amazawa would give mercy and send the next generation of practitioners from Gaotianyuan to surrender the grace to the earth.

This should be considered a sacrificial text.

Kanyo Kiyohe looked at the calm child on the platform, and was chilling all over, but he couldn't change anything.

This is memory.

——It’s just memory.

——Returning time is a beautiful dream for mankind, and the past has passed.

The man in the head recited words like a mantra, and flames emerged from the void. Shen Dai Qinghe took the initiative to return to the child's body and heard the voice of the man in the head.

I see.

It's a supernatural "alchemy".

At this point, the so-called Nirvana has basically understood the so-called Nirvana.

I remember that on the night when Senior Sakya was chased by the black lizard, in his dream, as Kiyoshi Fujiwara and his father's man, he said this in panic.

"The silver wolf is here to kill me. Is that lackey here to kill me?"

Afterwards, Shen Dai Qinghe went to find information.

At the end of the war, something that once caused a topic, and it was also featured in the newspaper: due to the controversy of the armistice agreement, the militant bureaucrats who advocated the maintenance and expansion of the front line, as well as the foreign warlord leaders who colluded with them, were found dead one after another. Some people suspected that the government's killer was attacked.

And "Silver Wolf", the current President Fukuzawa, was one of the killers of the government at that time.

Since this father is so afraid of Silver Wolf and is a child of the Fujiwara family, he is undoubtedly an official of the war pro-sect.

——and so on, those who appear in this room on this stormy night are all those who are in the warring faction or those who are close to the warring faction.

...But there are still ignorant children here.

Kanyo Kiyohe's eyes were deep, and his gaze flew past those kneeling around the high platform, with expressions of hope, numbness, serene, or confusion. The faces of the old man, middle-aged, young man, and young man finally fell on the faces of the children.

He remembered the thoughts he heard before.

The child who had a soft voice and still had a milky voice knew that the flower his mother said she wanted to take him to see was the flower of the other side?

The other side of the Santu River.

Japan seems to be a country rich in lunatics.

Dark, extreme, fanatical... Since my political views are unavailable, and since the government is stubborn and even wants to send killers to take my life, why not take advantage of the fact that I still live in this world and devote myself to great causes?!

And this great cause is-

Creating God.

Or, God's surrogate.

The principle of alchemy is equivalent exchange.

The "alchemy" driven by superpowers, with space as the furnace, burning flames that seem to be virtual but solid rage on the flat ground under the high platform, burning on every person and every item on the flat ground, Kanyo Kiyohe looked at the shadows that seemed to be dancing on the wall with expressionless faces. It was the spasms and struggles of people when they were burned to death.

Ghosts have no tears.

So he couldn't cry either.

Only think.

Although the people and things in this room have their own extraordinary features, getting together can be considered a small force in Japan, but...

——Is it really possible?

Standing now and looking at it, Shen Dai Qing and did not feel that they had achieved their goal.

Because I am so ordinary, it is no different from every person who walks through the street.

The shadows on the walls no longer move.

No, there is no shadow.

Shen Dai Qinghe slowly turned back to his sight. He originally thought he would see corpses everywhere, and he was mentally prepared, but what caught his eye was nothingness.

There is not even ashes.

The superpower disappears, and the superpower is still there.

The flames changed from red to golden red, from filling the entire space to a bunch of teacup size, rushed up to the platform, spread out like fireworks after touching the child's body, wrapping the 9-year-old son of god.

Through the flames, Shen Daiqing met with his peaceful eyes.

Now and past.

Past and future.

Two pairs of amber eyes looked at each other.

For a moment, a subtle and insightful smile seemed to appear in the eyes of the son of God Wubo Lan. The child stretched out his hand toward the ghost hanging in the air—

It seems to be dragged into a vortex.

Kamiyo Kiyowa is watching the lantern. - looking at the short life belonging to Fujiwara Kiyowa.

Some superpowers are not very strong, and they must be combined with the wisdom of the abilities to become a terrifying existence.

For example, Ayatsuki Yukito and his "another", the holder must be an exceptional detective in order to maximize this ability;

For example, Kiyoshi Fujiwara and his mind reading ability.

The Fujiwara family, the youngest son of the master, can keenly detect the essence of others since childhood.

The uncle who seems to be unruly is actually depressed; the sister who seems to be kind and generous is full of curses in her heart...

Everyone in this family seems to be a little complicated.

At the age of 3, Kiyoshi Fujiwara awakened the ability to read the mind. - All he could read is the superficial thoughts of people, those who have strong emotions, and those words that are already on the mouth, but combined with his innate sensitivity to the human heart, the role played by this ability is no longer as simple as 11.

His father was deeply helped.

Because of his son's superpower, his father, who was originally suppressed by many geniuses in his family, was reused by the elders again and was able to enter the political arena. While he was proud of his youth, he made a mistake and spoke after drinking and revealed his son's superpowers.

After a series of strange fermentation, Kiyoka Fujiwara was reported to be the son of the Fujiwara family in a small range.

Forgot to say...

The superpower of the Son of God is called "This Life".

——It happens to be opposite to the mythological book "Ancient Times".


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