Rebirth of Devouring Dragon Emperor

Chapter 618: The psychology of crowds

"Master Ye Qing, we have found another place that is suspected to be a thousand-year-old shrine," Yang Xiaocong talked freely and excitedly thought that this time when she followed Master Ye, she must seize the opportunity and strive to capture the effect of a super blockbuster!

The shikigami Hanako Orika was working hard on the delicacies on the table. Since she came back, she had made up her mind: before leaving Japan, she must not stay away from Lord Ye Qing, so as not to be dealt with by the strong men of Japan.

Ye Qing's eyes were calm, and he said calmly: "Let's not go to those shrines for the time being."

Putting down his chopsticks, Chu Xian immediately raised his head sharply.

"Lord Ye Qing, could you tell us a little bit about where the next target is?" Yang Xiaocong was slightly surprised, and then asked.

Anyway, he has been thick-skinned since he was a child, and Ye Qing is rarely willing to answer questions.

"Of course it is the last of the three sacred artifacts." Ye Qing said calmly.

As soon as these words were spoken, the room suddenly became eerily quiet.

"According to Miss Zhixiang, the sword of Ame-no-Kume is worn by the emperor." After a long while, Yang Xiaocong said depressedly.

His most important purpose in traveling to Japan was to be a good paparazzi. However, no matter how unscrupulous a paparazzi is, he still needs a safe environment for taking secret photos.

Is it safe to secretly take photos of the Japanese Emperor?

If we look at the history of Japan, for thousands of years, the true center of the vast country of Japan would never be a famous place, because this center could only be the emperor himself!
As a paparazzi team from a hostile force, if they want to take a sneak shot of him, Yang Xiaocong and Ye Qing would have to switch identities!
Seeing the lost look on their boss' face, a companion poked him gently.

"Brother Cong, maybe we can use drones."

Yang Xiaocong's face was immediately replaced by joy, and she said hurriedly: "Yes, yes, I'll get up tomorrow morning and do that!"

Chu Xian had the habit of going to bed early and getting up early, because ever since she became Ye Qing's maid, she was always afraid that one day she would not be able to keep up with her master and would be abandoned.

Early the next morning, she got up and went to the balcony on the 72nd floor, and she keenly felt that something was wrong down there.

The square below the Golden Plaza Hotel and several nearby streets were packed with people.

It's only five o'clock in the morning!

She was a cultivator of a fairly high level. She used all her eyesight to look down again, and finally everything became clear.

They're all guys in uniform!
With such a large square and several nearby streets, there must be at least tens of thousands of people!

"They are all perverts and weirdos. There are hundreds of thousands of people guarding down there, but it's quieter than a pile of sand. It's speechless." Chu Xian complained and went to open the door.

Outside the door, the two Chinese practitioners, Yang Xiaocong and his companions had been waiting for a long time, all looking anxious.

"Has Lord Ye Qing woken up?" Yang Xiaocong asked anxiously without waiting for Chu Xian to speak.

Instantly, a blush appeared on Chu Xian's beautiful face. She didn't live in the same room with her master.

Soon, she shook her head and said, "No."

"What should we do?" The young Chinese cultivator said anxiously, "I don't know what the devils are doing. They have brought hundreds of thousands of people to surround us. I guess all the satellites in the world are staring at us now!"

He was a cultivator with considerable combat capability. Even though he was usually full of disdain and discrimination towards ordinary people, he would be exhausted to death if hundreds of thousands of hostiles suddenly came.

"What should we do?" A paparazzi was also anxious, turning around in circles in a panic.

Chu Xian looked at him with disdain, too lazy to speak.

The old Chinese cultivator said in a deep voice: "Be quiet and wait for Master Ye Qing to wake up and make a decision."

Hanako Orika had a carefree smile on her face, and no one knew if she was pretending. The corridor was filled with an anxious atmosphere.

At about eight o'clock, Ye Qing pushed the door open and walked out. His calm and relaxed aura immediately made everyone feel a little relieved.

"Owner."

As soon as Chu Xian opened his mouth, Ye Qing interrupted him with a wave of his hand.

At this time, he said calmly: "Let's go and take a look at the so-called Ame-no-Kume sword."

Having said that, he walked straight towards the elevator, and Chu Xian and Hua Xiaozhixiang followed happily behind him.

The rest of the people stayed where they were and looked at each other, because neither Ye Qing himself nor his maid spokeswoman gave any hint that they could continue to follow today.

This is the emperor who is going to deal with the Japanese. The level of danger is unimaginable.

After a while, Yang Xiaocong sighed: It's such a pity that I can't witness it with my own eyes!

When Ye Qing and the other two walked out of the gate of the Golden Plaza Hotel, they were greeted by countless vigilant and cold Japanese uniforms.

Without hearing any orders from anyone, tens of thousands of people in uniform in the square suddenly raised their guns in unison.

Targeting three people!
The strange and overwhelming oppression quietly dissipated here. It should have been a busy and bustling scene for the early morning shift, but there was not a single pedestrian on the street, not even a car!
Chu Xian muttered disdainfully: "This was rehearsed beforehand, right?"

Hua Xiaozhixiang came over and whispered, "They probably haven't rehearsed it. The main reason is that the Japanese are too weird. Their delusions of being persecuted and harming others are very strong, so they have rehearsed such scenes in their minds countless times."

In the deadly silence, the sound of leather shoes hitting the ground could be heard.

A dignified-looking old man in uniform walked over. It was obvious that he was a man who cared a lot about honor. Whether it was his facial expression or the slightest movements of his body, he attached great importance to pride.

The majestic old man glanced at Ye Qing, then slowly said: "Chinese cultivator Ye Qing?"

This is a man who is in charge of hundreds of thousands of armed forces here, so naturally he uses a condescending tone.

Very, very confident, and seems to have the courage and strength to crush everything.

Ye Qing glanced at the old man indifferently, as if he was looking at Shabi.

The person in front of him could no longer be described as weird. Since he came to Japan, he had never met such a mysteriously confident guy.

This old and stupid Shabi, doesn't he usually go online or read the news?
"Ye Qing, hand over the two national treasures, surrender, and follow me to apologize to His Majesty the Emperor." The majestic old man said solemnly.

He spoke very naturally, as if he was giving orders to his subordinates.

Because he felt that if one controlled absolute power and all situations, one should speak like this. If humans did not need to communicate with language, he might be able to save the spirit of saying this.

It was extremely quiet all around, except for Chu Xian and Hua Xiaozhixiang who were whispering to each other.

Ye Qing was extremely calm and looked at the other person calmly.

The majestic old man from Japan knew the overall situation and was naturally not afraid of resistance. He did not show his anger immediately, but also looked back with a sneer on his face.

Suddenly.

His gray hair turned into pure silver-gray, and then from silver-gray to almost colorless dust.

The skin on his face, eyes, sweat hair, and even his ears, nose, tongue, and teeth quickly shrivelled up!
(End of this chapter)