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"Tell me, Your Excellency, Lord of the Hundred Demons."

"Who are you? Who am I?"

The figure in white raised his head slightly and revealed a cold smile.

“You are very smart.”

Uesugi Seiho returned an equally cold smile.

"Is this considered self-praise?"

The man in white in the mirror shook his head.

"Since you've said this, it means you already have the answer in your mind."

Only when you praise yourself, you are bragging.

Uesugi Kiyoshi tilted his head and said persistently, "I want you to admit it."

The figure in the mirror looked at Uesugi Kiyoshi for a few seconds, and finally nodded.

"Since you came here, I was going to tell you this."

"You must have used the Mirror of the Heart and entered a state of soul awakening. This method was common during the Heian period, but many people don't know that humans who fall into this state are the safest."

"Their thoughts cannot be pried into by any external factors."

"That's why we're waiting for you here."

"As for your question?"

"Hey, your guess is pretty close."

"That was my previous life." The man in white in the mirror pointed at the man in the mirror opposite him.

"And I am your previous life." He pointed at Uesugi Kiyoshi again.

“That’s the relationship between us.”

"Are you satisfied with this answer?"

Uesugi Kiyoshi clenched his fists and did not relax.

"So, why do we have to talk about these things in a completely [safe] place?"

"Is it difficult to write it directly in the Hundred Demons Picture Scroll? Why did you hide it from me?"

"Also, what is the relationship between Uesugi Kiyoshi and me? Why don't I have any memory of you, and can't even remember your name?"

"What happened?!"

The Lord of Ghosts, dressed in white, was silent for a few seconds and then spoke softly.

"Because our original enemy might be able to detect the means we have painstakingly laid out. Only here can we avoid being discovered by him."

“This is the deepest part of your heart.”

"For the same reason, this kind of thing can never be written down, let alone leave any trace."

"What do you think we are?"

"We are just a remnant soul, the key to unlocking your lost memories. After today, we will disappear into thin air!"

"So, don't waste our time. I will tell you what I can tell you, and what I can't tell you, you will have to find it yourself in the future."

"As for Uesugi Kiyoshi, don't mind it. That's you."

"It's just that I have blocked Uesugi Kiyoshi's memories of the extraordinary and his past life. I set it so that he would only remember it after encountering the extraordinary."

“I will remember that I am a time traveler and feel that I am not a native of this world. At the same time, I will start preparing for the launch of the Hundred Demons Picture Scroll.”

"Three lifetimes of planning and countless people's hard work are all for your growth"

“That’s the story in a nutshell.”

Uesugi Kiyoshi frowned and wanted to ask more questions. He had too many doubts in his mind.

What happened in the past? How can the so-called incomplete memories be retrieved? How did the Lord of the Hundred Ghosts die? And what about Li Fuyao?

He had too many confusions about the details.

But the person in the mirror didn't say anything to him.

"The rest, go and see for yourself!"

The Lord of a Hundred Demons stretched out his hand, leaned out of the mirror, and actually pulled Uesugi Kiyoshi directly into the mirror.

The next second, the world was spinning.

Uesugi Kiyoshi simply fainted.

Chapter 252 Apricot

A hazy chill invaded Uesugi Kiyoshi's body, making him shiver uncontrollably.

When his hazy consciousness returned to his body, he sat up abruptly.

A tearing pain echoed in his brain, as if someone reached into his head, twisted it around a few times, and then punched it hard a few times.

But the memories that came flooding back made him endure the pain and open his eyes.

He clearly remembered that he was in a dark secret place before, with two mirrors, one in front and one behind, and three selves, telling his past and present lives.

It turns out that nothing is accidental.

However, when he was pulled into the mirror and woke up from his coma, he was already in another place.

This was a narrow house that looked shabby and had very little furniture. Uesugi Kiyoshi went over it in his mind and felt that this should be an ancient Japanese "Nagaya".

"Nagaya" is a type of collective housing, usually one-story, in ancient Japan, it was the "shitamachi", that is, the housing where ordinary people lived in the civilian area.

This is a wooden house built to fit in the narrow alleys. Although ancient Japan was sparsely populated, cities with an environment suitable for human habitation were actually rare. In addition, the ancient residents usually lived in the "castle town" of the "castle", which had a limited area. In order to cram in as many residents as possible, this rectangular, narrow but highly practical civilian house became popular. It actually only has one room, and the entire space of the house is behind the entrance and through the porch.

Uesugi Kiyoshi was lying by the window. The bedding under him was soft and warm, but not far from him there was a straw mat and a thin quilt.

It’s hard to imagine that such a rough thing is used for people to sleep.

In the middle of the room there was a stove half buried in the ground, with a few tatami mats made of woven straw mats scattered around it, and a few boxes in the corner. These were all the furnishings.

“It’s really shabby.”

Uesugi Kiyoshi sighed, patted his head, pulled back the quilt, stood up, and stretched his arms and legs.

His physical condition was pretty good. It should be his own body and not possessed by someone else. After he stood up, he saw a dark sword placed by the window. He took it and hung it around his waist.

Although he still hadn't gotten in touch with the Mirage and the Hundred Demons Scroll, he still had his sword skills. With a sword by his side, he suddenly felt more confident.

He put on his clogs and pushed open the door of the long house.

The magnificent sunset that came towards us was burning brilliantly in the faint smoke from cooking. The alleys in sight were a bit narrow, but people passed by from time to time, so it was not desolate.

Uesugi Kiyoshi took a deep breath. The air was fresh. It didn’t feel like he was in an environment, but rather like reality.

He roughly understood where he was and who he was.

He should be playing himself hundreds of years ago in the Heian period, the "Lord of a Hundred Demons".

Based on what was recorded in the previous diary, Uesugi Kiyoshi could guess where he was now.

The Lord of the Hundred Demons of the Genji committed a crime and was exiled from Kyoto and came to Musashi Province. Judging from the faint scent of sea breeze in the air, this should be Musashi Province on the seaside.

He is now in exile, probably following what happened in the diary.

The Lord of a Hundred Ghosts said that there were some things that he had to figure out for himself.

This is probably the way to make him "see".

Looking around with interest, Uesugi Kiyoshi did not feel much pressure, because he understood that this was not "reality" but an "illusory" dream, and all this should not affect him.

Instead, he began to look forward to what would happen next.

Just as he was lost in thought, the sound of hurried footsteps came over.

When Uesugi Kiyoshi looked over, he saw a hurried figure turning around at the end of the alley and running hurriedly towards him.

He was stunned for a few seconds, and while he was stunned, the figure stumbled towards him, twisted his foot, and fell into Uesugi Kiyoshi's arms.

Uesugi Kiyoshi did not avoid her, but instead carefully caught her.

Because he was so familiar with this face.

"Apricot, are you okay?"

He subconsciously expressed his concern.

The girl in his arms was a larger version of Nohara Kyoko, with the same delicate and cute face and the same magnificent chest. However, compared to Nohara Kyoko who was still in high school, the girl in his arms was a little more mature and a little taller. However, in Uesugi Kiyoshi's arms, she still looked a little petite.

Hearing what Uesugi Kiyoshi said, the girl who looked exactly like Nohara Anko raised her head shyly, glanced at Uesugi Kiyoshi, and then looked away like a frightened rabbit.

She whispered, "Master, I am Xing, not Xingzi."

At the same time, Xing felt both shy and happy - she was Genji's "house-born child" and didn't even have a surname, only a name. Her family had been servants of Genji for generations, and she was chosen as the personal maid of the man in front of her, which meant that she would be inseparable from this noble son of Genji for the rest of her life.

Even if she was arranged to be exiled with him, Xing would be happy to do so, because she had grown up with the man in front of her and had an almost fanatical confidence in him - he would never stay in a small place all his life.

He is the great swordsman from Kyoto who even Lord Minamoto no Raikou could not defeat!

After hearing these soft words, which sounded exactly the same as Nohara Anko's, Uesugi Kiyoshi's expression froze and he muttered something.

"Apricot apricot"

"Is that so? But how is she related to Yingcao?"

“This is definitely a human body.”

In order to confirm his thoughts, Uesugi Kiyoshi subconsciously touched the girl in his arms a few times, which made her face red, as if blood could drip out.

When Uesugi Kiyoshi realized that his behavior was a bit rogue and wanted to apologize, suddenly, a few dog barks were heard.

When Uesugi Kiyoshi raised his eyes, he saw a Shiba Inu running towards him happily, barking wildly and circling around his feet. A very human and ingratiating smile appeared on the dog's face.

Xing saw this and said hurriedly, "A Chai! Be quiet, or you won't have dinner!"

She was a little angry because the Shiba Inu interrupted her and she had already broken away from Uesugi Kiyoshi's arms.

Uesugi Kiyoshi squatted down and looked into the eyes of the Shiba Inu named "Acashi". The astonishment in his eyes slowly turned into thoughtfulness.