One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

"I'm sorry. Your apprentice is destined to be a busybody."

"I'm going to dig out and settle these messy accounts of the mortal world myself today."

He slowly extended his hand.

The fingertip touched the golden rune.

Zhang Tianyi simply merged his own primordial Qi with the talisman.

"Click".

That golden seal that had been guarded for over seventy years.

At this moment.

It transformed into countless specks of light and quietly dissipated.

The sealed memories were suddenly unleashed!

Chapter 425 Old Dreams Sleeping in the Deep Mountains of Sichuan

1940, fall.

The outskirts of Chongqing, the wartime capital.

Deep in the mountains of Sichuan.

The mountain path had long since turned into a muddy mess.

When you step on it, the yellow mud can reach up to your ankles.

A small team of only seven people was trekking through the dense forest, their steps uneven.

These men were wearing tattered military uniforms and hunting clothes whose original colors were no longer recognizable.

They were all ashen-faced with sunken eyes.

They looked like a group of hungry ghosts who had just crawled out of the graveyard.

Walking in the middle of the group was the captain of this core elite team of the Yin-Yang Bureau.

Nobusuke Kamo.

He wiped the mud off his face and glanced back in the direction he had come from.

The shadows of the trees were heavy, and there was nothing but the sound of rain.

But Nobusuke Kamo's body was shaking uncontrollably.

The hand holding the ritual implement was very strong.

"Stop...rest, rest for half an hour..."

Hemo Shinsuke leaned against a thick banyan tree trunk, panting heavily, his voice hoarse.

The remaining six people were granted a pardon.

He collapsed directly into the muddy water.

"Lord Shinsuke, have we... have we shaken him off?"

A young Onmyoji swallowed hard, his voice filled with pleading.

"do not know."

Nobusuke Kamo closed his eyes.

What I can't shake off is the nightmare that's been raging in my mind for the past two weeks.

Two weeks ago.

Their stronghold in North China was wiped out by a single person.

That person had a nose like a dog.

They intercepted their top-secret marching route regarding the "Divine Fence" amidst the ruins.

From that moment on.

This elite squad, originally consisting of fifty men, embarked on a death journey of being hunted unilaterally.

From the North China Plain to the majestic Qinling Mountains, and then to the misty mountains of Sichuan.

For a full two weeks.

No matter how they concealed their presence or set up elaborate mazes.

That person always manages to follow you like a persistent leech.

There were no pursuing hordes, only a Taoist priest dressed in white.

Every time he appears, he takes several lives.

Of the fifty people, only seven remain.

Stop lying to yourself.

Just then.

A man wearing a black raincoat and a wide straw hat walked back from the bushes ahead.

This person speaks fluent Sichuan dialect.

He threw the handful of insect-repelling herbs he was holding onto the ground.

The straw hat was pulled down so low that his face was completely obscured.

"That's a monster; once it bites, it won't let go."

The man in the straw raincoat glanced coldly at the Japanese Onmyoji sprawled on the ground:

"Captain Xinjie, we are less than two miles away from the dragon vein node we have set."

Once we drive in that [Dragon-Suppressing Nail] and disrupt the earth's energy in this rear area, our mission will be accomplished.

Even if we all die here, we'll have done right by your Emperor.

Kamo no Nobusuke opened his eyes and looked at the Chinese man who had led the way.

"Sir, we are very grateful for your guidance along the way. But I don't understand why you, as a Chinese, would help us destroy our own country's dragon vein?"

"If you take someone's money, you're obligated to solve their problems. Why ask so many questions?"

The man in the straw raincoat chuckled, his tone flat and utterly emotionless:

"In chaotic times, I'll do whatever it takes whoever offers the highest price."

"I'm very satisfied with what your adults promised me, it's that simple."

The man in the straw raincoat looked up at the dim sky and urged:

"Get up and leave quickly. The illusion I set up behind us won't hold that Taoist priest off for long."

That guy is an anomaly; once you're involved, you can't get rid of him.

Kamo Shinsuke gritted his teeth and used his cane to support himself as he stood up.

"Let's go! For..."

pat.

He hadn't finished shouting his slogan yet.

A half-eaten wild green apple, still covered in mud, fell from the tree canopy overhead.

It landed squarely on the toes of Kamo no Shinsuke.

It rolled around twice.

The atmosphere in the woods froze completely in that instant.

Everyone froze in place, even their breathing stopped.

"Who says you can't get rid of them?"

A lazy, somewhat hoarse and tired voice drifted down from the tree branches several meters above everyone's heads.

"I arrived a while ago and took a nap in the tree while waiting for you, didn't I?"

Nobusuke Kamo slowly raised his head.

On a thick branch, Zhang Tianyi was leaning against the tree trunk as if he had no bones.

His once pristine white Taoist robe had now turned grayish-black.

The hem was torn in several places and covered with dried blood and mud.

The cloth shoes on his feet had long been worn out, with half of his big toe sticking out.

He looked disheveled and miserable, like a refugee fleeing a disaster.

But his eyes were so bright that people dared not look directly at them.

Zhang Tianyi yawned.

He slowly stood up from the branch and stretched his somewhat stiff muscles.

"Half a month."

Zhang Tianyi looked down at the people below, his tone full of complaints:

"You chased me from North China to the Qinling Mountains, and then from the Qinling Mountains into this lousy forest. You guys can really run, aren't you? Are you born in the Year of the Rabbit?"

"To chase after you bunch of freaks, I haven't had a full night's sleep in the past two weeks, and I'm practically rotting."

Kamo no Shinsuke swallowed hard, took a half step back, and his voice trembled:

"White... White-robed Thunder Demon..."

"I don't like this nickname; it sounds unlucky."

Zhang Tianyi jumped down from the tree.

It floated lightly into the muddy water.

This seemingly effortless movement caused a slight change in the expression of the man in the straw hat and raincoat.