Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 405: Kamima Motoji
The blood-red maple forest made a rustling sound and was reflected in the deep green pond. Along the way there were stone pillars with flying eaves, carved railings and painted buildings, and arch bridges like rainbows.

In order to keep Mount Nari's "maple forest full of colors" all year round, the Kamima family spent a lot of money to purchase a super-large ecological control system from the Council of Knowledge to ensure that the autumn breeze here is cool and quiet.

Kamima Masaaki was carrying a dazed-looking burly man without any sign of effort. The sound of his boots made a crisp clicking sound on the bluestone road, which echoed in the quiet garden for a long time.

In the thirty years or so that he had been at Kamima, he was already very familiar with this place. He walked without stopping and quickly reached his destination.

It was an ancient and solemn attic hidden at the back of the garden.

Kamima Masaaki took off his shoes at the bottom of the stairs, went straight up to the third floor, and walked into a room.

"Master Kamima."

The man put down the still unconscious strong man, first knelt down, then put his hands on the ground and bowed forward respectfully.

"People are here."

A six-panel shoji screen divides the room into two parts. It is painted with a landscape painting of pine, cypress and cranes on a gold and ink background.

However, there was no light behind the shoji screen. A cold breeze blew through the hall. In the dim light, this landscape painting, which should have been elegant and indifferent, actually looked a bit gloomy and eerie.

Kamima Masaaki's voice echoed in the room, and only when it was about to return to silence did a faint word emerge.

"Oh, it's Zhengzhang."

The voice was slowly uttered, and had a hoarseness like rubbing a sandboard, which made people subconsciously think of a thin, bony, wrinkled old man.

"How can you have the leisure to come and see an old man like me?" The voice behind the screen said in a low voice, "You must be very busy these days. You have worked so hard."

"I dare not claim to have worked hard."

When the other party finished speaking, Kamima Masaaki raised his head and straightened up.

"Two days ago, the former head of the family passed away. I was the one who took over the throne. The new head of the family took the oath of succession yesterday."

"Alas, Yuzhi is a good boy, but it's a pity that he has embarked on an evil path."

It was like an illusion. The source of the sound was clearly behind the shoji, but when I really listened to it, I inexplicably felt that it was close to my ear, and I could even sense an itchy breath.

"Then who is the new owner?"

Although he was asking about the head of the Kamima clan and the new owner of Nari County, his tone was nonchalant, as if he was passing by a street stall and choosing from the Daruma statues on display based on his mood.

"Reporting to your lord, this is Shoji Kamima."

"Changji." Hearing this name, the person behind the shoji seemed to be in a dilemma.

"He is the cousin of the head of the Yuzhi family." Kamima Masaaki reminded at the right time.

"oh oh--"

The other party suddenly understood and even clapped his hands happily and childishly: "I remember now, that was also a good child."

"But... Zhengzhang."

The breath that was close to my cheek suddenly became a little more sinister: "Don't you want to be the head of the Shangjian family? Although they are all good children, you are still the one I like the most among the children of the Shangjian family."

"Reporting to you, sir." Kamijima Masaaki said in a steady voice, "Back then, I was adopted by you and even given a surname. This was already the highest honor. I don't dare and don't want the position of the head of the family. I just want to serve you personally."

After a moment of dead silence, hearty laughter rose to the sky.

The laughter was so violent that the shoji screens began to shake violently. Even the attic seemed unable to bear it and shook visibly. The ceiling trembled and shook off countless fine dust.

It was also at this time that an uncontrollable "sob" broke the laughter.

On the spotless cypress floor, the sturdy man woke up at some point. His eyes were filled with fear, and he seemed to want to do something. However, the muscle relaxant injected in advance locked the prosthesis, so that he could only move weakly, making a clicking sound. - Damn it! I'm going to die!
The strong man's eyes were filled with fear.

As a warrior who has obtained an official license and is a first-ring psychic, the last node of his memory stopped when he walked out of the izakaya in the middle of the night and was greeted by the cold wind. When his consciousness returned, he appeared here!
A biting chill crept up his back, as if hundreds of ghosts were quietly holding his cheeks. Two thoughts surged in the man's mind.

The first is.

——The legend of the "Yoka Killer" that caused people to disappear without a trace from time to time is true!
The second is.

——Look at what these are, “Ueyama Masashi”, “heterodox path”, “succession of the head of the family”, “life experience”, I am going to die after hearing such a big secret!

"Oh, you're awake."

The laughter stopped abruptly, and after a few breaths, he spoke slowly.

"Child, do you know who I am?"

The sturdy man stared, shook his head wildly, and made some uh huh and ah sounds.

"No, you're lying."

The voice suddenly changed. At that moment, the strong man felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave, and his whole body was filled with an indescribable chill.

This is not an exaggeration, but a real feeling.

wow-

In the night wind that blew from an unknown direction, the iron wind chimes on the eaves of the attic swayed gently, making clear tinkling sounds.

"You've been listening for so long, how come you still can't figure out my identity?"

"You're not stupid, you're just a bad kid."

As the sturdy man's eyes were filled with anger, wisps of black smoke spread out from the cracks at the bottom of the pine, cypress and crane shoji screen. They gently wrapped around the sturdy man's heels and climbed up along his ankles, like extremely thin vines, completely binding the sturdy man.

The black smoke dragged the struggling man behind the shoji little by little.

Neither the prosthetic body that was able to run rampant in the past nor the psychic power of the first ring are of any use at this moment.

After the sturdy man was completely dragged in, a creepy chewing sound echoed from the room.

The chewing sound lasted only a few breaths.

What followed was a long and deep sigh, but it was not the word "satisfaction". What was brewing in this sigh was clearly a strong dissatisfaction like a burning flame of hunger!
".Too muddy."

"A heart that is thoroughly permeated by desire, a soul that is muddy and ignorant, and a will that is timid and cowardly. Boring, inferior, and disgusting."

"——Masaaki."

"Lord Genji, I'm here." Masaaki Kamima said respectfully.

"Hurry up and prepare. Hurry up and prepare for the 'Great Wilderness God Festival'."

The other person's voice gradually lowered, as if he was tired: "What I want is a pure, untainted heart that still maintains the beauty of glass, not this kind of snack that can satisfy your cravings."

"Please rest assured, sir, everything is progressing in an orderly manner."

Kamima Masaaki stood up and bowed to the shoji.

"——In two days, the Great Wilderness Divine Festival will live up to your expectations."

(End of this chapter)