Nobody told me this wasn't a game.

"Um--"

The deity spoke: "When the person being watched is about to die, I will have an extremely mysterious and exceptionally clear perception. This will occur about half a minute in advance, just like when Bai Lin is stabbed."

When one is about to die?

Zuo Chang drew his sword, pointed it at Feng Gu, and then gently pressed the blade against Feng Gu's neck.

Feng Gu held his head high, not daring to move an inch.

Zuo Chang looked at the deity: "Is there a reaction?"

The God looked at Zuo Chang with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot: "No. Because you didn't really want to kill Feng Gu, and Feng Gu wasn't in a 'near-death' situation, so it was impossible for me to sense anything."

This……

Zuo Chang sheathed his sword: "How could I possibly truly want to kill Feng Gu?"

The deity remained unfazed: "That's the problem. However, you can try placing Feng Gu in an extremely dangerous situation, exposing her to the threat of death, so that I can clearly sense it."

This doesn't sound plausible at all!

Zuo Chang remained silent, while the others racked their brains.

Asuka spoke first: "This is really dangerous... Lady Fenggu is an adventurer of the twelfth realm, and no one could kill her easily. If she is a high-profile figure, it's fine, since she can be resurrected after death; but if she is not, the problem will become very serious."

Bai Lin analyzed from a realistic perspective: "If the protection is too tight, it will be difficult for Feng Gu to fall into a life-threatening situation; if there is insufficient protection, the risk of death will increase, and it may even lead to her death. In any case, it is too risky."

Mayumi, being less experienced, remained silent.

The saintess, aware of her shallow foundation, also remained silent;

Blood Rose is the recorder and does not speak unless absolutely necessary.

Zuo Chang pondered for a moment, then suddenly said, "I have a way to ensure my survival. As long as they are within my sight, there shouldn't be any major problems."

Cold light flashes!

Everyone turned to look and saw Zuo Chang suddenly stab himself through the neck with his sword!

This was quite a shock. With a loud crash, everyone present stood up, staring at Zuo Chang in astonishment!

Except for gods.

The gleaming blade pierced through Zuo Chang's neck. Zuo Chang turned around and saw the Soul-Binding Messenger standing behind him, staring at him with a sinister look.

He drew his sword and, while healing himself, said, "This is 'Nine Netherworld Removal,' a life-saving ability. As long as I receive sufficient treatment within the allotted time, I will not be affected—even if it's a fatal wound."

Nourished by the emerald green light, the blood hole on Zuo Chang's neck slowly healed.

The people who had abruptly stood up silently helped themselves to their chairs. Mayumi couldn't contain herself and scolded, "Father! You scared me!"

Zuo Chang waved his hand, signaling her to calm down.

The person inside the room carefully observed Zuo Chang, and only after a long time did they confirm, with some doubt, that he was unaffected.

Zuo Chang looked at Feng Gu and asked, "So? Are you considering taking the risk?"

Feng Gu blinked, but did not answer immediately.

Having spent time together, she had come to accept Zuo Chang and his organization, and felt a sense of belonging.

Zuo Chang's personal demonstration, coupled with his understanding of everyone present, was enough to dispel her doubts.

Therefore, after thinking it over, Feng Gu nodded and said, "General, I believe in your abilities and am willing to take the risk."

Zuo Chang nodded in satisfaction, but was in no hurry to make arrangements.

He looked around and said, "What still needs to be verified is whether the gods truly have the ability to foresee the death of those they are watching—"

"Of course it's true! What are you doubting!"

The god interrupted Zuo Chang in displeasure, raising a voice of protest!

But Zuo Chang ignored her.

He looked at Asuka and Mayumi and smiled, "The Miri clan has been looking for you in the Heavenly King's Castle for a long time. Do you have any intention of meeting them? I think this is a very good opportunity to test your abilities."

Asuka and Mayumi exchanged a glance and both smiled.

Mayumi said, "Father, I've been eagerly waiting to see what kind of expressions those descendants of the wind god will have when they see me."

Chapter 347 Secret Contact

Seeing Mizuzuka standing under the eaves sheltering from the rain, his expression remained unchanged—cold and fierce.

I've been at the Heavenly King's City for several days now.

The power of the wind god vanished without a trace, and no matter how much they prayed, they received no response.

The useless old folks in the family thought it was because they weren't devout enough, or that they had done something wrong, and that the wind god was angry and did this.

If they express sincere remorse and pray more earnestly, they will surely be forgiven.

They really...

Not good to rate.

Mizuzuka knew perfectly well that the wind god had abandoned them. As for the reason, it was probably because the wind god was dead—very likely.

He made his views clear within his family.

Unfortunately, those old folks didn't even hear his reasons before they frantically told him to shut up.

Even worse, some people drew their swords on the spot, seemingly wanting to kill this alien.

What truly disappointed Mizuka...

"Sigh. Pear Leaf, have you even lost your former sharpness?"

Mizuzuka looked up at the gloomy sky, a rare hint of weakness showing in her eyes.

then--

No.

Saying it was back then is an exaggeration. To be precise, three years ago, after those old fogies conspired to force Misato Asuka to leave, they immediately relaxed their guard.

Even though Misato Asuka had fled into the mountains under the cover of his confidants, they acted as if they had already achieved final victory. Instead of sending people to hunt him down, they began to celebrate.

At that time, Mizuzuka and Riha Misato overruled all objections and insisted on forming a pursuit team to eliminate the threat completely and prevent future troubles!

It was at that time that Mizuzuka came to regard Misato Riha as a close friend.

But just a year later, he lost his clear mind and, like those clueless old folks, became short-sighted and lethargic.

Mizuka understood that no one could maintain their edge forever. Even he would one day lose his ambition and his keen sense of smell. But he did not expect that the corruption of the pear leaves would be so rapid!

"Awaited."

The sound rang out, and a man holding an umbrella walked under the eaves.

This is——

Meet Rikijiro.

Kichijiro was a retainer of Misato Asuka, and he followed Misato Asuka to this place, where he was deeply trusted.

Besides, Kichijiro was also an old friend of Mizuzuka, and they used to practice swordsmanship together.

Mizuka looked at Yoshijiro and said, "It's been a long time, Yoshijiro. I'm really glad you'd be willing to meet me..."

Kichijiro glanced at him, smiled, and said nothing.

Observing her expression, Mizuzuka said, "You seem... not to be doing very well?"

"Why do you say that?"

"Hehe, it's nothing. I heard that Misato Mayumi—oh, now I should call her Yotai Mayumi—is now a master of the twelfth realm, but you don't seem to have changed at all, still only at the seventh realm."

Kichijiro remained unfazed: "Tennojo Castle is a city-state of 96511, subject to the rules of the gods, and its highest level is only the seventh realm. The head of the family has been very lenient with me, and I don't see anything wrong with that. Mr. Mizuzuka, why do you want to see me?"

Today's meeting was requested by Mizuzuka.

Several days earlier, Mizuzuka had sent a letter to Yoshijiro, expressing his wish to meet him privately.

He sighed softly and said, "Back then... I was dragged into doing many things. I've always felt very uneasy! Now that the Wind God is dead, and the Ura clan has lost its power of its members, and those old men at the top are becoming more and more despicable, I really can't stand it anymore! Kichijiro, I wonder if you could say a few words to General Yaotai?"

Kichijiro frowned slightly: "Offer advice?"

"Yes. Tell them that 'Demon Slayer' is coming to Mizuzuka and that he hopes to serve her."

Ah this.

This was a path that Yoshijiro had never imagined. Almost subconsciously, he looked up at the second floor of the teahouse across the street.

Then, Zuo Chang's voice rang in his ears: "The Wind God is dead? Find out for sure."

Kichijiro remained unfazed and said, "The Wind God is dead? That's impossible! He was a deity!"

Mizuka slowly shook her head: "This is just my guess, and I know it's a bit sensational... but I think it's very likely."

"why?"

Faced with the questions, Mizuzuka did not hide anything.

He organized his thoughts and spoke the speculation he had pondered a thousand times: "I don't know how much you know, but I can tell you that the world is changing. The four gods, defeated by the gods, are trying to return. This is a big deal, and of course, the more people working under them, the better—but at this very moment, the wind god has abandoned the Misato clan. This doesn't make sense."

Kichijiro repeated the voice in his ear: "Perhaps the Wind God has found a more suitable familiar. After all, the strength of the Misato clan is not particularly strong in the world."

"No, that's impossible. I said before, the world is changing, and the more people the better! The Misato clan may be weak, but even if we can't be the key to turning the tide of the war, doing some small work is still acceptable, right?"

"Furthermore... the power of the wind god is profound and complex. How can one master it without years of accumulation? If the wind god has found a new and more suitable familiar, then he shouldn't abandon all the Miri people. It would be more appropriate to let one or two Miri people who are skilled in the power of the wind god teach the 'new familiar,' wouldn't it?"

"But no, not a single one. All the clansmen were abandoned, like discarded worn-out shoes."

Ugh.

Seeing the numerous mounds of water, I sighed deeply.

He looked at Jijiro and said, "Therefore, I conclude that the Wind God is dead. This is the only possibility. He may have died at Leonard's hands, or he may have been completely killed by the Heavenly God—according to the information I have received, the Heavenly God should have already escaped by now."

Kichijiro remained silent, his gaze calm as he looked at Mizuzuka.

Mizuka, not understanding his meaning, quickly said, "I'm so sorry for all this irrelevant talk. Kichijiro, it's been years since we last met. I've already made reservations at the restaurant; please do me the honor of joining us!"

With that, he gestured for Kichijiro to come inside.