People in the Dragon Clan planted a sacred tree, infinite moon reading

Chapter 114: Eri, the Storm Rises
Haneda International Airport, Ota Ward, Tokyo.

The snow-white light cut through the darkness on the runway like a sword, and the plane gradually stopped with its red beacon light flashing in the rainy night.

The closed cabin door slowly opened, and Qi Xiuyuan and others lined up to get off the plane, but the moment they walked out of the cabin, they felt a chill.

Several people who came down from the boarding stairs boarded the shuttle bus that came by, and entered the country leisurely and leisurely like real tourists.

Even after entering the hall, Xia Mi was still looking around from time to time, her eyes scanning the people along the way holding signs to welcome them.

There was no Rolls-Royce that suddenly appeared, no groups of men in black, and no signs of the Eight Snake Clans.

"Is there really no one to pick me up at the airport?" Xia Mi muttered, hoping for chaos. "Damn it, Senior Brother Qi, they don't even take an S-rank like you seriously!"

"The young master of the eight Sheqi families personally picked you up and dropped you off. Isn't that enough of a favor?" Yuan Zhisheng said unhappily while driving the shuttle bus.

His "father" did know that he was returning to China with Qi Xiuyuan and others, but after discussing it, the two of them finally decided not to make a big scene.

Firstly, Qi Xiuyuan is still being hunted by someone, and being too high-profile would easily get him into trouble.

Secondly, if they make too much of a show, it may be easily misunderstood as bullying.

Of course, there are other reasons...

Qi Xiuyuan didn't care about these trivial matters. He didn't come here to deal with the Eight Snake Families. This time he planned to do something secretly.

He doesn't plan to act rashly until his plans are fully prepared, and will just treat it as a trip to relax.

"You must have been exhausted from the journey. Please take a good rest."

After sending the five people to the hotel under the Sheqi Eight Clan, Yuan Zhisheng stood outside the presidential suite and looked at them and said seriously, "If you need anything, you can call me."

"If nothing unexpected happens, no one will disturb you. However, because your identities are very special, please don't wander around..."

After giving many instructions, Yuan Zhisheng left, as if he was eager to go home.

With a snap, Finger pushed the suitcase to the corner, lay down on the sofa, wrapped in it, exhaled comfortably, and said with emotion: "I didn't expect it to be so simple. I almost thought we were really here for a trip."

This is a very large suite of nearly 200 square meters, and you can see the snow-capped Mount Fuji in the distance.

"What else? Aren't we here for a trip at public expense?"

Qi Xiuyuan's light voice came, asking: "Could it be that, Finkel, you have some special mission?"

"……what?"

Finger, who was lying on the sofa, was stunned for a moment. He thrashed around like a half-dead fish, but couldn't sit up. He simply turned over and said, "Is this true? The aristocratic family asked you to come to Japan, but they didn't tell you what to do?"

"You told me, but I didn't listen." Qi Xiuyuan sat on the piano chair in front of the French window and played a few syllables. Without turning his head, he smiled and said, "Don't worry, as long as no one comes to provoke us, we are just here for a trip."

What if someone comes to provoke us?

Chu Zihang on the side wanted to ask, but didn't ask in the end.

You know it without asking.

Qi Xiuyuan looked down at the crowd below who were busy and bustling like ants in the rainy night.

He slowly closed his eyes, notes flowed out from the keys, and his thoughts drifted further away.

The spores that remained silently on Minamoto Chisei's body were now moving away towards the Genji Heavy Industries Building.

The wind rises and the clouds gather.

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On a mountain outside Tokyo.

The remains of the torii gate, burned by lightning, stand quietly at the entrance of the shrine like a broken sword, with vines that have grown for years entwined on the charred pillars.

The wet and sad cherry blossoms in the garden swirled in the wind, and the raindrops falling from the eaves drew a beautiful parabola, then meandered down along the hanging bronze bells, making dense and fine drumbeats on the bluestone road.

This is a very classical shrine, but it has obviously been carefully renovated and does not give people any sense of dilapidation.

The only things that had not been repaired were the burnt torii gate and the vermilion stone wall, which still retained its original appearance. Large patches of dried blood had seeped into the cracks in the stone.

Click... click...

Men dressed in black with short swords on their waists walked under the burnt torii gate in unison, walking up the stone steps covered with cherry blossoms. They stopped in front of the vermilion stone wall of the hall, bowed three times, and then divided into two teams to form a line.

The scene was so solemn that it looked like a funeral, and the people holding black umbrellas looked like a flock of crows.

The next people to enter the shrine were six people holding paper umbrellas. They were all wearing formal kimonos. The men wore black-patterned tsukuroi, and the women wore black tomesode, white socks and wooden clogs.

"Is it raining again?"

The silver-haired old man at the front stopped and looked down from the mountain. Tokyo was hazy like a mirage. He sighed softly and said, "I miss it so much."

After these six people entered the main hall, a large group of people poured into the shrine. Although it was crowded, they were orderly. No one cut in line and no one lagged behind. Everyone looked straight ahead and walked steadily.

At this moment, the roads in front and behind the shrine have been blocked by nearly a hundred vehicles. Men armed with guns or long swords are standing in the shadows. No one can get even half a step closer to the vermilion shrine.

The floor of the main hall is covered with tatami mats, and there are no shrines or Buddha statues. The inner walls are only painted with Ukiyo-e, which seems to be a battle between demons, gods and ghosts, and even reflects the candlelight, which is obviously painted with phosphorus pigments.

Hundreds of men and women in black did not rub shoulders with each other or talk among themselves. Instead, they knelt down in their places like pieces of a puzzle, waiting for someone to press the button to start the precise sewing machine.

There are eight small tables in the center of the main hall, on which are placed different long swords with eight different family crests painted on the handles.

The sixteen-petal chrysanthemum of the Tachibana family, the gentian of the Minamoto family, the bamboo and sparrow of the Uesugi family, the red demon of the Inuyama family, the spider of the Fuma family, the horse head of the Ryoma family, the phoenix of the Sakurai family and the Yasha of the Miyamoto family.

These are the so-called Snake Eight Clans in Japan. At this moment, only the small tables of the Minamoto family and the Uesugi family are still empty, as the heads of the other six families are already present.

"Yaksha, Crow."

Tachibana Masamune sat at the head of the table, looked at the only two empty seats, and asked, "Where's Chisheng? Hasn't he come back yet?"

Crow, who was kneeling in the back row, stepped out of the group and answered respectfully, "I just received news that the young master's flight has arrived. He just went to settle a few people from China and is still on his way."

Tachibana Masamune glanced at him vaguely, then looked at the empty seat at the Uesugi family. He seemed to have guessed something but did not expose it. He just turned to the crowd below and said, "In that case, let's not wait for him. Let's get started."

"About the S-rank, about the fierce ghosts, about the evolution medicine..."

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Genji Heavy Industries Building.

As the headquarters of Genji Heavy Industries, Ltd., you can hear hurried and powerful footsteps everywhere, employees holding folders come and go, the air is filled with the elegant scent of perfume, and the elevator arrival bells ring one after another.

The building seems to be no different from those top business centers in Ginza.

But on the floor numbered with the Greek letter "ξ", there were no windows leading to the outside. All the doors were cast with solid black metal, and the walls were covered with various "Danger Area" and "No Entry" signs.

Yuan Zhisheng passed through several security doors along the way. The deeper he went, the wider the corridor became. The final passage was seven or eight meters wide, and the walls were reinforced with stainless steel.

Opening the white metal airtight door in front of me, the pale light of the shadowless lamp came into view. The room was filled with various emergency equipment, from the simplest oxygen tanks and electrocardiographs to the most unimaginable blood filtration vehicles, cardiopulmonary resuscitation machines, high-pressure embolization pumps, and cardiac shock vehicles...

The intensive care unit is fully equipped with all the necessary equipment, including large medical equipment such as MRI machines, angiography X-ray machines, and linear accelerators that cost millions of dollars.

The air was filled with the smell of formaldehyde. This place didn't even look like a prison, but more like a gloomy base used for some kind of human experiments.

"Little Lord."

"Ah."

Twenty or thirty doctors and nurses in white coats bowed respectfully, but he just nodded calmly and walked to the last door.

This security door is a one-piece cast steel piece, a silver-white door without any markings, and when placed outside it is the level of a small safe door.

呲!
The safety door released the high-pressure nitrogen in the valve, and the twelve safety bolts made a light "click" sound. The carbide door twenty centimeters away was opened, revealing an incongruous walkway paved with wooden boards.

There were wooden sliding doors on both sides, with candles lit behind them, casting lattice shadows on Yuan Zhisheng's body.

Click.

Open a sliding door and the fresh scent of sandalwood hits you in the face.

Gennochi saw the kotatsu table in the middle of the room, and the three statues of Amaterasu, Tsukuyomi, and Susanoo hanging on the plain white wall. Apart from these, there were no other decorations, not even the usual flower arrangements.

I'm afraid no one would have thought that there would be such a wooden house in such a gloomy place like an experimental base. Even if you see the decoration here, you will just think it is an elderly woman who is obsessed with religion.

But in fact, the person living here is a girl.

"call……"

Yuan Zhisheng stood outside the door of the inner room and adjusted his breathing. A barely perceptible smile appeared on his originally gloomy face, and he opened the window.

A girl wearing a red and white shrine maiden costume sat in front of a huge LCD TV, pressing the PS3 controller in her hand and making crackling sounds, while her pupils, which were fixed on the screen, reflected the light from the screen and shone brightly.

Hearing the footsteps and the sound of the door opening behind her, the girl turned around with her long red hair fluttering, picked up a small notebook beside her, wrote something, and then held it up to show him with an expressionless face.

"Brother, you're a liar."

Then, without waiting for Yuan Zhisheng to explain anything, he turned around, picked up the controller and looked at the screen.

Eri was born with a face that shows neither sadness nor joy. Many people think she looks like a doll, perfect but lacking vitality. The craftsman used the best glass to make her eyes, but looking at her for a long time will make people feel scared.

But after all, they have been together for a long time, and Yuan Zhisheng can still feel her emotional changes.

Mainly by observing her eyes. When she is happy, her eyes will be more lively and have more of a girl-next-door feeling.

And now, her pupils were like smooth glass, reflecting only the light from the outside world.

Seeing the "Street Fighter IV" opened by her, Gen Chisei walked to her side with a wry smile, raised his hand and was about to touch her hair, but Eri dodged sideways.

Yuan Zhisheng was shocked by this action and stood there like a stone.

"I'm sorry, Eri."

After a long while, Yuan Zhisheng sighed inwardly and said with a wry smile, "Wait a few more days, and I'll have time to accompany you."

Gen Chisheng actually wanted to take her out to travel around Tokyo after this matter was over.

But no.

Eri's bloodline is too pure, and her emotions are unstable and she can easily go berserk.

Even the 20-centimeter-thick vault door, the steel-reinforced ward, and the passageway with a vacuum device were designed to prevent her from escaping. Everything here showed how terrifying she was.

Perhaps Eiry will be able to go out only when the blood-washing technology matures.

But, not yet.

Seeing that Eri was still throwing a tantrum and ignoring him, Gen Chisei had no choice but to leave the room. With a glimmer of hope, he raised his hand and patted the paper partition door.

A moment later, just before he almost lost all hope.

clap clap...

Eiry also knocked on the door from inside, and Gen Chisei immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

They always say goodbye like this, it's their tacit understanding.

Since Eri is willing to respond, it means she is not really angry.

Click.

After exiting the room and the corridor, Yuan Zhisheng closed the security door tightly. He looked at the medical staff standing outside and said in a deep voice, "Take good care of her."

"Yes, please rest assured." The medical staff bowed deeply.

Yuan Zhisheng sighed silently and turned to leave. The medical staff behind him straightened up and continued to work.

No one, including Yuan Zhisheng, noticed that a wisp of red blood mist floated out from Yuan Zhisheng's collar.

Like spores blown away by the wind.

After Gen Chisei left, Eri turned off the game console, the room became dark, and the noisy music stopped.

A moment later, Eri lit the candle and took off her shrine maiden dress. The fire lit up, casting her graceful and slender figure on the partition door.

Apart from playing video games, her favorite thing is taking a bath, or rather, she has no other choice except playing games and taking a bath.

The bathroom was dark and quiet with the lights off, illuminated only by the light coming in from the window, shining on the girl's fair skin. Her exposed slender collarbone was filled with a halo, as dizzying as a glass of clear wine.

"Whoo~"

This is a huge square bronze bathtub, as luxurious as the equipment used by ancient Roman emperors. Eri buried her body in the foam, and the little yellow duck also floated in the foam.

She poked the little yellow duck into the water with her fingers and watched it float up again.

He slid his body down again, leaving only half of his head exposed, and blew air at the little yellow duck floating on the water in front of him, blowing it far away. He then stretched out his foot from the foam to hook it back, having a lot of fun playing by himself.

Judging from her foam-covered body, she was normally developed and had an attractive figure, but an adult girl like her obviously shouldn't be interested in rubber ducks, so her mental age was still at the level of a young girl.

Before there were game consoles and rooms, she could only live in the intensive care unit, waiting for others to ask her how she felt today, listening to the monotonous beeping of the heartbeat machine, like a monster isolated from the world.

So, actually she is already very satisfied.

only……

Eri looked out the window. Bands of light flowed through the veins of the city. The skyscrapers were brightly lit with dense light. The Tokyo Sky Tree in the distance was twinkling, illuminating two floating black clouds.

The neon lights reflected in her pupils looked like a colorful sea of stars.

(End of this chapter)