A man among dragons, building a mysterious ancient church.

Chapter 337 The Child on the Island of the Soul, Genji

"Damn, boss, the Snake Clan definitely investigated us. They even know each of our preferences."

In the presidential suite on the top floor of the Peninsula Hotel, Lu Mingfei walked out of the room with a nearly two-meter-long Asahina Mikuru body pillow tucked under his arm.

The voluptuous body pillow left Caesar speechless. He didn't even need Lu Mingfei to explain; he could guess that his own room was definitely decorated to match his personal taste and preferences.

At this moment, only the two of them remained in the suite lobby. The other members each said they had things to do and returned to their respective rooms.

Fingel said that he wanted to prepare the alchemical materials in advance so that if anything unexpected happened during the investigation of the Snake Clan, they could be used directly without having to spend time fumigating them.

However, this was just a lie. In fact, Fingel had already set up a spiritual wall to prophesy the "wriggling hunger."

Chu Zihang was even more straightforward, saying that he didn't get a good rest on the plane, so he went to sleep early to conserve his energy for the next day's attempt to track Ince.

Chen Motong and Su Qian were rather outrageous. Under the guise of wanting to experience a Japanese-style bath salt bath, they occupied a room with a large bathtub and even warned the boys not to disturb them.

Lu Mingfei was overjoyed. He thought he was the only one who was thinking about traveling and leaving the important matters to the Kassel group. He didn't expect that his two senior sisters had similar thoughts and the same mentality of traveling.

Lu Mingfei even thought about going back to his room to relax and experience it for himself.
Unbeknownst to them, Chen Motong and Su Qian did not take a bath at all after returning to their room.

As soon as he returned to his room, Chen Motong took a quick shower, changed into comfortable pajamas, and prepared to go out to investigate.

Susie opened her suitcase and picked out clothes for tomorrow: "So eager to investigate? Who are you planning to investigate?"

When Chen Motong forcibly dragged her back to the room, she guessed that Chen Motong was going to go out immediately. Otherwise, based on her understanding of Nuonuo, she would have stayed in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the presidential suite, drinking and enjoying the Tokyo night view until three or four in the morning before taking a shower and going to sleep.

How could someone possibly take a bath at this hour?
"Yes." The loose black pajamas, designed for easy turning over, completely concealed her snow-white beauty. Chen Motong reached behind her and pulled her long red hair out from under the clothes, her red hair cascading down like a waterfall: "Do you remember?"

“When Yuan Zhisheng was in the car, he glanced at me through the rearview mirror.”

Even though Susie is usually very meticulous, she never noticed such a detail: "How come I remember this?"

Chen Motong didn't take it seriously, straightening her clothes and red hair: "It was that one glance that made me notice something. Did you notice Yuan Zhisheng's eyes? They're like old windows covered in dust."

"They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. Genji's eyes are so murky, there must be some secret he's hiding from us. Maybe it's related to our mission. I have to go and see."

“When I first became aware of profiling from a young age, I knew that the human heart is dark and that everyone has some dark thoughts to some extent. By the time I was six, I had already learned not to delve too deeply into people’s hearts.”

"Even now, it's the same. But for Mr. Fool's mission, I have to apologize to this patriarch."

Susie nodded slightly, agreeing with Chen Motong's deduction. After all, among them, Chen Motong was the most skilled at observation and mind reading: "Be careful. I'll write to Ms. Moon later to inquire about Mr. Error."

If Genji knew that just because Chen Motong's hair color was similar to his sister's, and that glancing at Chen Motong a little longer would lead to so many of his thoughts being deduced, he would probably regret glancing at the audience that much.

"So you're planning to meet Genjiro at night?" Susie turned her head and took out a pen and paper. Seeing her best friend getting dressed and about to lie down, she couldn't help but tease her. Then, thinking of Caesar's embarrassment at the hotel front desk, she smiled with a hint of disappointment.

For some reason, Susie suddenly felt a little sorry for Caesar. He had been pursuing Nono for so long, but she hadn't agreed to date him. Nono even had to go out to "meet" other boys late at night.

“Yes.” Chen Motong showed no embarrassment whatsoever, lying down and covering herself with the blanket, saying things that made people’s imaginations run wild: “I want to have a dream date with the patriarch of the Snake Clan.”

"Tsk tsk, that sounds pretty romantic."

After making the witty remark, Chen Motong's spiritual consciousness, as easily as a diver, plunged into the sea of ​​collective subconsciousness, roaming freely in the dreams of all beings.

After advancing to Sequence 4 Manipulator, Chen Motong no longer needed to make a dream jump every 500 meters and take a winding route to reach the predetermined target dream. Instead, he could roam the sea of ​​collective subconsciousness and swim directly to the target's mental island.

Chen Motong felt as if she were sailing on the real Pacific Ocean, passing by small islands from time to time. Some islands had innocent childhood dreams, while others had office workers dreaming of working. The islands were colorful and exceptionally interesting.

Following the dreams of the people of Tokyo, she soon arrived at her destination: Genjiro's island of the soul.

The islands above the sea level are the parts that Genji can perceive, while the islands submerged by the sea are the deeper subconscious that Genji cannot usually grasp or explore.

Chen Motong leisurely arrived on the island, without knocking or receiving permission, and simply walked into the quaint island filled with Japanese charm.

On the island, Chen Motong saw the ancient vermilion torii gate, the dilapidated but still burning incense shrine, and Genjiro dressed in a white hunting robe in his childhood.

He was being led away from Shikatori Shrine by the hand of an elderly man in a black kimono.

The little boy lacked the aloof dignity of Yuan Zhisheng as an adult; his face was extremely feminine, and if Chen Motong hadn't recognized Yuan Zhisheng, she wouldn't have been able to tell if he was a boy or a girl. However, even in young Yuan Zhisheng's eyes, a hint of determination could already be seen.

'Oh, so Genjiro was so cute when he was little.' Chen Motong concealed himself on Genjiro's mental island and observed silently, paying more attention to the old man than to the young Genjiro.

Chen Motong observed the old man carefully, memorizing his entirety. As the first outsider Chen Motong saw after entering Yuan Zhisheng's mental island, the old man was definitely one of Yuan Zhisheng's closest people.

Moreover, it must be something that Yuan Zhisheng has been thinking about most recently, otherwise it wouldn't have caught his eye as soon as he arrived at the Mind Island.

What happened next was exactly as Chen Motong had guessed. The old man's name was Tachibana Masamune, and he seemed to be Genji's adoptive father, whom Genji called "Dad".

Tachibana Masamune took Genjiro from a small mountain village to the bustling city of Tokyo, allowing him to enjoy a life of luxury he could never have imagined before.

The art style of the island has also changed from a Japanese-style shrine to high-rise buildings, and then to a quiet restaurant with a luxurious interior design.

On the island of the soul, Tachibana Masamune had a kind face, like the closest family member: "Chisei, this is currently the best restaurant in Tokyo, 'Ryugin'."

The lights in Longyin were dim, seemingly deliberately adjusted, and the outside was brighter than the inside of the restaurant during dinner time.

Even as a child, Genji couldn't resist his curiosity about the metropolis. He adorably pressed his face against the window and peered out, his gaze so focused.

Her small eyes yearned to take in all the colorful night views: "So this is what a big city is like! It's so beautiful! I, Yuan Zhisheng, will become famous in this big city so I can eat at Longyin every day!"

The child, who came from a small mountain village, visited such a luxurious restaurant for the first time. Everything and every dish was so novel to him, which is why he impulsively said that he would "make a name for himself in Tokyo".

As soon as the words left his mouth, he regretted them and looked at Tachibana Masamune with considerable worry.

More than disturbing others' meals by making loud noises, little Genji was afraid of being scolded by Tachibana Masamune for being arrogant, or being ridiculed by the gentle Tachibana Masamune for being ignorant of his own limitations.

Fortunately, Tachibana Masamune neither lectured nor mocked him. Instead, he gently reached out his large hand and placed it on Genji's head, smiling as he said, "That's great! Then I'll work hard with Genji!"

"Let's become famous together, and eat Dragon's Roar together every day."

Yuan Zhisheng became a little shy after being patted on the head. He lowered his head bashfully and turned his head slightly from side to side, which amazed Chen Motong. No, that cold and aloof head of the Snake Clan could be so cute?
"By the time I become famous, my dad will definitely be more famous than me."

Chen Motong's complaints obviously did not affect the memories on the island of the mind. During his shy childhood, Genjiro believed that Tachibana Masamune was the most powerful person.

Tachibana Masamune withdrew his hand, a warm smile on his face that Genji would never forget: "That's not necessarily true. When the child was little, his father carried him on his shoulders."

"When the child grows up, the father will be in a wheelchair and will have to be pushed by the child."

Father...

Perhaps from the very first meal that Tachibana Masamune brought to Tokyo with Genjiro, Genjiro already regarded Tachibana Masamune as his father.

On the island of the soul, the child, Yuan Zhisheng, made a clear and determined statement: "Dad, I will..."

Before he could finish speaking, an adult suddenly appeared behind the young Genji.

That was the grown-up, cold-faced Genjiro, who grabbed the shoulder of the child Genjiro to stop his further childish ramblings.

The child, Yuan Zhisheng, was startled.

But inexplicably, the child, Yuan Zhisheng, was not afraid of this adult, as if he naturally knew that the other party could never harm him.

Tachibana Masamune's smile, which was originally warm like that of a family member, slowly changed. Under Oogen Chisei's gaze, his smile turned into mockery and madness: "Yes, let's work hard together, my child."

"Only someone as foolish and easily manipulated as you could work so hard to push me onto the throne of the world, to elevate me to godhood!"

Tachibana Masamune's eyes changed drastically, becoming filled with horror and greed, as if he wanted to steal the most precious treasure in the world.

The child, Yuan Zhisheng, was terrified. His body trembled uncontrollably, as if the person sitting opposite him was no longer his father, but some incredibly dark and insane monster.

It was even darker than the Dragon's Roar restaurant, which had its lighting deliberately adjusted.

The throne of the world? Ascending to godhood? Chen Motong, secretly watching, perked up. So this was the secret Yuan Zhisheng had been hiding all along?

(End of this chapter)