I, Wang Ha, the Three Red Unparalleled Assassin

"Sigh, there's still a little medicine left from Eirin's making. I wonder how long it will take to completely neutralize this damned death power this time."

While the Moonlit Venerable sat alone in the deep palace, and the Mountain Elder was nowhere to be found, Shiki Eiki, who was working in the Hall of Right and Wrong in the Underworld, was nearly driven to madness.

Dressed in formal attire, Xiao Yanluo sat on the high seat, her face so gloomy it was almost dripping with water. Looking at the thick stack of documents marked with red ink on her desk, she felt a surge of anger.

"It's one thing to have a lot of work and have to work overtime, but what's with all these guys who died before their lifespans were over? I've never encountered anything like this before. Could it be some kind of evil spirits wreaking havoc in the human world?"

Just as Shiki Eiki was struggling with how to handle the batch of case files under her command, a cold-faced grim reaper carrying torture instruments ran into the Hall of Right and Wrong from outside and bowed respectfully to her.

"What is it now?"

Shiki Eiki frowned impatiently, her slender eyebrows furrowing slightly, a sense of foreboding rising in her heart.

"Lord Siji, another batch of ghosts has just arrived outside. They are all wanted criminals who have reached the end of their lifespan but have been on the run. They are all on the blacklist of the underworld."

"According to regulations, the case needs to be tried as soon as possible and severely punished."

"What on earth is going on today? Is it some kind of once-in-a-millennium day? How come all these guys, who don't appear for hundreds of years, have gathered together?"

Upon hearing this, Shiki Eiki held her forehead with her hand, her small face filled with exhaustion, but she still mustered her spirits, straightened her clothes, and slammed the gavel down heavily.

"Court is in session! Bring the ghosts with you!!"

Chapter 132 The Dragon God is a Mature Woman

With the tacit approval of the old man of the mountain, Yagokoro Eirin cast a barrier to temporarily seal off and isolate Heian-kyo, which had been reduced to ruins, and set up an intricate spatial magic around it.

Anyone who wants to come to Heian-kyo recently will be made to circle around Heian-kyo from a hundred miles away by the spell, thus buying time to resolve the issue.

However, this approach is not a long-term solution and can only be maintained for two or three days at most. If it goes on for longer, there is no guarantee that other problems will not arise, because Heian-kyo, as the capital, is far too important.

The group found a place to settle down temporarily. Still feeling uneasy, Yagokoro Eirin gave Himari and Houraisan Kaguya a physical examination, and of course, Fujiwara no Mokou did the same.

After taking the Nazarick Tomb brand red bottle, Himari had fully recovered, and Yagokoro Eirin was amazed by the speed and effectiveness of the treatment.

If she hadn't been unfamiliar with the old man of the mountain and intimidated by his imposing presence and coldness, Eirin Yagokoro would have already asked for a small red bottle to study and experiment with.

Although it wouldn't be particularly difficult for her, given her medical skills and ability to make medicine, to create a recovery potion with the same remarkable effects as the Little Red Bottle, it's unknown what strange side effects might occur.

Kaguya of Houraisan was also unharmed. With the strong physique of the Hourai people, even if they were injured, they would have recovered long ago and there was no need for any examination.

Fujiwara no Mokou, after being diagnosed, was found to be somewhat frightened and overwhelmed with grief. Yagokoro Eirin prescribed her a calming medicine and also used magic to soothe her tense emotions.

While Yagokoro Eirin was busy with various tasks, the old man of the mountain, who seemed to sense something, had already quietly left Heian-kyo and arrived at the summit of a high mountain.

The old man of the mountain stood atop the mountain, leaning on his sword, gazing at the horizon where the sky met the earth, seemingly waiting quietly for something to arrive.

The wind rose and the clouds surged. Thick, dark clouds, propelled by the gale, spread across the sky, obscuring the moonlight and starlight, and slowly pressed down on the towering mountains.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared, thick electric dragons weaving and tumbling through the sea of ​​dark clouds, the deafening thunder rumbling and displaying the awe-inspiring power of the heavens.

"Ow-!!"

With a deafening, high-pitched dragon's roar, a torrential downpour began, with large raindrops falling from the sky and crashing onto the earth.

The old man standing on the mountaintop frowned upon seeing this, his eyes flashing with a scarlet light, and he swung out the pitch-black sword of death.

"Dark clouds? The time has come."

The sword energy imbued with ghostly fire cleaved through the thick, dark clouds, which instantly vanished, revealing the creature hiding within.

It was a dragon so large that it could blot out the sky; it was not a Western dragon, but a typical Eastern dragon.

The dragon, which was maintaining its roaring posture, was now stuck in mid-air, feeling awkward. It had wanted to make its appearance more grand, but it was abruptly interrupted halfway through.

The old man of the mountain calmly examined the dragon, paying particular attention to the area below its head, as if pondering where he should strike if a fight broke out.

The dragon seemed to sense something, and shuddered slightly. It then calmly returned to its normal posture and looked down at the old man of the mountain.

However, compared to the size of the dragon, the old man of the mountain was far too small, making communication extremely inconvenient.

Suddenly, the dragon's enormous body burst forth with a snow-white light, and after a transformation, it changed from a dragon form into a human form.

The newcomer was a tall woman dressed in a magnificent cheongsam with gold thread on a black background, embroidered with nine five-clawed golden dragons. Her long, ink-black hair cascaded down to her hips, and her eyes gleamed with golden light.

"I am the Dragon God, the chosen representative of the world's will. We are honored to welcome you, esteemed guest from the Little Garden World."

The old man of the mountain looked at the woman named Hua Xin, who called herself the Dragon God, standing before him, and indeed sensed a faint aura of suppression emanating from her. (Hua Xin: Twenty-four years old)

“I am Hassan Sabah, the old man of the mountain. I have come here but have not yet paid my respects to the master of this place. This is rather impolite of me.”

After the Dragon God and the Old Man of the Mountain briefly introduced themselves and exchanged a few pleasantries, they got straight to the point.

"I have learned the details of the events in Japan from the world. I am very grateful to Lord Mountain for his righteous intervention, which quickly quelled the chaos and brought the situation under complete control. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable."

"It's alright, I was just doing it on the side. The most urgent task is to repair this nearly broken human history as soon as possible."

"What the old man of the mountain says is absolutely right. I wonder what your thoughts are? To be honest, this is the first time I've encountered such a thorny and difficult situation since I became an agent."

The mature and powerful Dragon Goddess sighed sadly, revealing a troubled expression. She really couldn't think of any solution to this matter without violating the laws of heaven and earth.

The dead cannot be brought back to life from the underworld; this is one of the most fundamental rules governing the operation of heaven and earth.

It is permissible to use some kind of miraculous magic to resurrect a person, because according to the principle of equivalent exchange, it is permissible as long as a sufficient price is paid.

However, given the number of people who lost their lives in this Heian-kyo war, such heaven-defying magic is out of the question. Even if all the resources at hand were exhausted, it's estimated that only a few could be resurrected.

However, those in the underworld who control life and death are bound by rules and cannot provide convenience, which is the first problem that needs to be solved.

After listening to the Dragon God's words, the Mountain Elder remained silent for a moment, then faintly heard the sound of an evening bell, which guided him to make a decision.

"Leave this matter to me."

“If those who escape their predetermined lifespan are those who defy fate, then those who died prematurely due to war that should not have existed also defied their own fate.”

"It is enough to simply kill the concept of war in Heian-kyo itself."

Although the people of the underworld in this world cannot interfere, this rule cannot bind the old man of the mountain, and he has the ability to resolve this difficult problem, so he naturally takes the lead.

After pondering for a few seconds, the mature and elegant Dragon Goddess felt that there was nothing wrong with the Old Man of the Mountain's method, and immediately agreed.

But the old man of the mountain is not omnipotent. He can wield the sword of death to slay concepts, but he cannot create things out of thin air to fill the void.

After all, if this war, which should never have happened, is to be completely covered up, then those who experienced it need to be able to avoid noticing anything unusual.

The fact that everyone in the city suffers from amnesia and discovers that they seem to have missed a day or two is definitely the biggest anomaly.

After being reminded by the old man of the mountain, the mature and elegant Dragon God also realized the problem, but she was not too bothered by it.

"Rest assured, Lord Mountain Elder. I have already thought of a suitable person to handle matters concerning memories and history. He will be absolutely able to perfectly restore this collapse of human history."

Chapter 133 Divine Beast Bai Ze

The mature and powerful Dragon Goddess soared away on the clouds, but she didn't keep the Old Man of the Mountain waiting for long before returning with two other people.

Standing at the front was a centenarian with white hair and beard, holding a wooden cane, and slightly hunched over. His face was always adorned with a kind and gentle smile.

Following closely behind the old man was a light blue-haired girl dressed in an academic gown. She seemed a little shy and was hiding behind the old man, secretly observing the ferocious and terrifying-looking Mountain Elder.

"I am Bai Ze, greetings."

The old man with the cane took two steps forward, looked up at the old man of the mountain, and performed a very ancient greeting.

"Bai Ze? The mythical beast of ancient China? The one who wrote 'Bai Ze's Monster Illustrations'?"

The old man of the mountain asked in return, "Although it has been a long time since I have been to that familiar yet unfamiliar land, I have not forgotten the relevant knowledge."

“That’s right. The divine beast Bai Ze that the Yellow Emperor encountered back then was none other than myself.”

After Bai Ze finished speaking, he turned slightly to reveal the girl behind him, raised his withered hand and patted her head twice, looking very affectionate.

"This woman is named Huiyin, and she is my worthless granddaughter."

"She cannot inherit the name of Bai Ze for the time being, but once she matures, she will be responsible for taking over the historical records of this small island in Japan. So I brought her here to take a look first."

At the suggestion of Elder Bai Ze, the well-mannered Huiyin stepped forward and approached the Mountain Elder, bowing respectfully:

"Greetings, Grandpa Mountain Elder, Huiyin greets you."

The old man nodded slightly and then repeated his self-introduction, thus establishing a preliminary acquaintance between the two.

However, Shan Zhiweng, who was not very familiar with Bai Ze's abilities, was still unsure of what the other party would do, so he directly raised his question.

"So, what method do you have to erase history that has already happened, and how do you fill this void?"

The Old Man of the Mountain's mission is to bring back to life those who died innocently in the war in Heian-kyo, which means to eliminate the very concept of the war itself.

Bai Ze's task was to help the Old Man of the Mountain clean up the mess, resolve matters beyond the Old Man of the Mountain's capabilities, and restore human history to its normal course.

"Hehe, we divine beasts, Bai Ze, possess the ability to devour and create history, ensuring that no one will discover anything amiss."

Old Man Bai Ze was quite confident about this, because he had handled similar matters countless times.

After all, for a monarch, Bai Ze's abilities were the perfect tool for creating a glorious history.

"But my abilities are also limited, so some preparation and assistance are needed here to achieve the best results. After all, history is not so easy to rewrite."

As Bai Ze stroked his long, white beard that reached all the way to his chest, he briefly explained his abilities.

In terms of history, the mere occurrence of an event cannot be called history; only when it is recorded and passed down through someone's hands can it be called history.

In fact, nothing happened. Facts fabricated out of thin air can become history, while objectively occurring events can also be erased from history.

The facts seen from one perspective are history.

This is the truth about Bai Ze's abilities. The difficulty for the old man Bai Ze is that he cannot arbitrarily fabricate history, otherwise it would not stand up to any scrutiny.

A history that cannot withstand scrutiny and examination cannot be considered a successful attempt to cover up and restore the collapse of human history, and it is hard to guarantee that other mistakes will not occur in the future.

"Therefore, we must find someone who is very familiar with the local area to write down this false history, so that I can create it according to what is written in it."

After listening to Elder Bai Ze's words, the old man of the mountain fell into deep thought, but soon he thought of a suitable candidate to take on such an important task.

“I do have someone I can recommend. He lives in Heian-kyo and is familiar with the area. He has also been engaged in compilation work. I believe he is capable of fulfilling the requirements that Bai Ze needs.”

"Oh? There aren't many kids these days who are so fascinated and interested in history. Who is it?"

"Baedian Ali."

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The underworld, the hall of right and wrong.

After working overtime for who knows how long, Shiki Eiki finally finished dealing with the last ghost on the blacklist.