Lu Mingfei, become the king of gambling in dungeons!

Chapter 81 The Night of the Assassination Attempt (Part Two)

The sky and earth were dark and gloomy, and a torrential downpour was falling.

In the mountains outside Tokyo, there is a shrine belonging to the Hebi-hachi family.

The Zen room is located in the cherry blossom garden behind the Shekihachi family shrine. Outside the Zen room is the family cemetery, where outstanding contributors to the family and the heads of the five outer families throughout history are laid to rest.

The torrential rain pounded on the roof of the shrine. The century-old cherry trees in the garden should have been covered in a beautiful, poignant display of cherry blossoms, but the continuous rain had completely stripped them of their snowy hue.

In this weather, even priests carrying oil-paper umbrellas dare not venture out into the cemetery, and no one would want to leave their rooms on days of fierce winds and torrential rain.

This is a very classical shrine, without much of a frivolous atmosphere, but the priests guarding it are all retired members of yakuza families, and they will turn into bloodthirsty wolves if any intruders appear.

In the cemetery, a boy dressed in a black patterned haori carried an incense lamp that should have been placed in a corner. He passed through the main hall, whose inner walls were covered with ukiyo-e prints. The prints depicted swirling clouds and blazing flames, with the flickering candlelight reflecting the eyes of gods and demons, and the war between gods and demons.

The rain that should have fallen on him was blocked by some invisible force.

The boy's gaze swept over one tombstone after another.

He was an intruder, an intruder who had no fear of the priests, an intruder without any reverence.

The incense lamp in his hand is a life-sized sandalwood statue of Yama, the Japanese Yama figure originating from the Indian Buddhist Yama, who can determine the deceased's reincarnation destination based on their good and evil deeds in life.

One of the tomb owners had a tattoo that read "A tattoo that can fight Yama."

After setting down the incense lamp, Lu Mingfei stopped in front of the tomb and picked up the long sword that was being offered there.

The famous sword "Onimaru Kunitsuna" is a renowned demon-slaying sword in Japanese history.

"The man who lies buried here is named Inuyama He. He died for the interests of the Inuyama family, and now he dies for his own sense of righteousness." The inscription wasn't very long, and Lu Mingfei lost interest in reading any further after reaching this point.

Of course, a person cannot die twice in a physical sense; one of them must be a spiritual death. When a person overcomes hardship, they may die from the growing pains of growth.

Lu Mingfei glanced at "Onimaru Kunitsuna," took out the famous sword, played with it for a couple of moments, and then sheathed it again.

By now, he could be considered someone who knew a bit about swords. Although the "Onimaru Kunitsuna" in front of him was considered the pinnacle of ordinary weapons, it was still worlds apart from the Seven Deadly Sins.

Alchemy is one of the most unique powers of dragons, and the creator of the Seven Deadly Sins was a master of alchemy.

Since the knife was buried with the tomb's occupant and is of no use, there's no need to take it to the Red Well to break it.

He violently knocked on the mechanism in Inuyama He's three-section tomb, took out a gold-lacquered wooden box from the tombstone. The head priest here was a member of the Inuyama family, and he hoped that the spirit of the head of the family could protect this key to hell.

Inside the box lay the serum, wrapped in gold silk.

A vial of ancient dragon serum; the blood in the vessel was as black as ink.

It should be the same thing as the Elder Dragon Serum that drops from the first dungeon, extracted from the same Elder Dragon.

However, Lu Mingfei paused for a few seconds when he held the serum, and he still noticed the difference.

The viscous black blood in the previous serum was constantly wriggling and vibrant, but the black blood in this one was lifeless.

Blood is supposed to be inanimate, but the one that was wrong was the previous one. When I carried that serum with me, I could hear people calling "Father" from time to time. It was as if I had a living pet with me, the kind that could talk.

Lu Mingfei seemed to be deep in thought. He recalled something, and it seemed that he and the king of the ocean and water, known as "Black Serpent," had formed some kind of new pact.

When he fought Jormungandr, he actually used his own power. He used the power and strength borrowed from the "Black Serpent" as a kind of coordinate. He used some kind of ability to forcibly pull his opponent out of a near-death state.

He descended the mountain, abandoning his motorcycle, and walked towards the location of the Red Well, where the White King had left a rich legacy awaiting his arrival—at least in the eyes of the Eaters, it would be a grand meeting.

Blackstone Mansion stands amidst the endless black rain.

This is undoubtedly a luxurious residence. The hot spring pool at the Black Stone Mansion is carved from a single piece of natural bluestone. Craftsmen laid copper pipes to bring in the hot spring water, creating a pool as warm and smooth as jade. An ancient cherry tree stretches its branches over the pool; this is a rare flower species called "Winter Cherry".

Soaking in a hot spring while enjoying such a view indoors is a real treat.

This place was once a general's summer palace, and the gardeners there specially moved it from the garden of Shuzenji Temple to this location. The winter cherry blossoms bloom earlier than the other cherry blossoms, and their blooming signifies the imminent arrival of a "cherry blossom frenzy" that will sweep across Japan.

Su Enxi and Jiu Demai, both wearing bathrobes, looked at each other. Usually, when it was just the two of them here, the bathrobes were a burden, and their playful banter was not hindered at all.

Today is different; today, a man worthy of their feminine airs has appeared here.

The moment that tasteless guy showed up, he had his men bring a TV over to the hot spring. He was watching a program from the Tokyo Meteorological Observatory, which had now been switched to a baseball game between Japan and Australia.

Su Enxi, with a potato chip in her mouth, reached for the wooden tray floating on the spring water. The tray contained fruit and Japanese desserts.

"Your loyal, emotionless girl has been dispatched."

While relaxing, Su Enxi didn't forget to report her work to her boss.

"Our target is Red Well; she'll be there in less than thirty minutes."

The man sitting on the blue stone by the pool, drinking Budweiser and watching the baseball game, turned his head: "My God, poor Renata, don't you feel guilty leaving her to work alone while you guys relax here? What kind of fake colleagues are you?"

Su Enxi muttered under her breath, "How biased is this? Do you even understand baseball? I remember you don't play this sport at all."

"The atmosphere, the atmosphere, this is the kind of small-town life I long for." The boss shook his head and opened a bottle of Budweiser with his finger.

"Is Sanwu the vanguard paving the way for him? Are we going to send him to the throne of steel? Super Tyrannosaurus Rex Warrior Little White Rabbit and a throne overgrown with steel thorns—it sounds like a surprisingly good match. Don't you need my help, boss?" Mai Shude was overjoyed. As a ninja, she should have been able to perfectly control her emotions, but now she was about to witness the birth of a great monarch.

No one could help but be excited to witness such a moment.

Everyone present knew who "he" referred to.

"Renata is a war correspondent; one reporter is enough."

"Send him there? No, he's already a king, and that iron throne will sooner or later become his followers."

The boss raised his Budweiser and downed it in one gulp, as if drinking a strong liquor.

"Haha, I can be quite boastful sometimes."