The White Land Ninja Clan suffered heavy losses this time, killing two hundred and thirteen killers, sixty-three ninjas, including the Upper Ninja White Earth Guard, fortunately, the foundation of the White Land Family is still there, the core power is still there, as long as this group of high-level people is still there, as long as the White Land Ninja is given time, it can still slowly recover.

Japan is a strong man who worships the strong, and the US imperialists not only hate the atomic bomb in Japan, but also like their own father, and the high-level of the Baidi ninja clan are also extremely respectful of Zhang Fan when they are killed by Zhang Fan.

It seems that everything that the strong people in Japan do is right and what they should do.

"There's the bridge ahead!"

On the antique street full of Japanese style, Zhang Fan walked in the snow, followed by the new patriarch of the Shirachi family, Shirachi Akaneko, who was nearly thirty years old, but Shirachi Akane was born with a baby face, a bit like Sasaki in parallel time and space, his eyes were big and bright, his skin was as white as snowflakes falling in the sky, and he followed Zhang Fan tremblingly in a kimono and stepping on clogs.

Beside them there was also a VIP Wang, walking with a devilish gait.

"Is it up front?"

According to legend, the founder of the Tsuchigomon Shinto, Apei Harumi, was afraid of Shikikimi because his wife was afraid of Shikiki, so Anpei Harumi placed Shikiki on a bridge near his house and called them when necessary.

There is also a stone tablet at the mouth of the bridge, which is explained in detail in ancient Japanese, which should be said to be Chinese characters.

"Since we're here, let's go in and have a look, what do you say? Strong? ”

"Wang"

Shirachi Qianzi has always felt that Lord Zhang Jun's guest Wang has a special aura and seems to understand people's words, but in her opinion, it is not an uncommon thing, and Miss Qianzi can accept what happens next to Zhang Fan now.

The horror has gone numb.

"Are there twelve gods in the bridge?"

The so-called twelve-style gods are just ghosts, and if they are really gods, her wife can't be afraid.

"Miss Akaneko, just wait outside the bridge."

"Hey!" Akane Shirachi answered crisply.

For the sake of safety, Zhang Fan turned around and gave his physical family a stealth array and an energy hidden array, but in the eyes of Bai Di Qianzi, Zhang Fan disappeared out of thin air, which caused Miss Qianzi to cover her mouth and exclaim.

This is different from the ninja's stealth technique, it is just a trick to cover the eyes, and Zhang Fan's physical body is really hidden.

Stepping on the bridge, the billowing black smoke that appeared in front of Zhang Fan's eyes, these black gases did not affect his vision at all, and he could see a street from a distance, the houses on both sides were built very short, it should be an ancient Japanese building, and it was very badly broken, but unfortunately, not a single ghost was seen.

A section of the street, less than a few minutes to the end.

"Judging by the damage to the houses, this street should have been washed in blood." Zhuang Zhuang can finally open his mouth without fear.

Zhang Fan squatted down by a wall, there was a cracked stone on the side of the road, and the incisions on it were neatly aligned, looking like they had been cut by a sharp blade, "It should be, this place should have been washed with blood." ”

Immediately, Zhang Fan pushed open the room after room and looked at it.

It's all empty!

"I just don't know when it happened."

Zhang Fan is still very curious, when and who washed the blood here.

Push open the last room.

This room was the largest, and unlike the others, there were many unburned books in it, which had been dusted down due to their age.

I took a copy and read it in its entirety.

What is written above is what happened in the Heian era of Japan, and this must be of great value to the historical test of Japan, and the person who wrote it is the originator of the Japanese Onmyoji Ampei Qingming, and there is no intention between the lines not to reveal the yearning for Shenzhou, calling it the holy land, the land of the gods.

"The slap in the face is forcing you to look at this painting."

Hearing this, Zhang Fan looked up and saw a painting hanging on the wall. There is a woman playing the piano in the painting, and opposite her sits an onmyoji wearing a white hunting suit, a high hat, and a folding fan in his hand.

But neither the girl nor Amperey Qingming attracted Zhang Fan, it was the piano in the painting...... Solitude!

"I didn't expect this piano to be exiled to Japan."

There is also an inscription on it:

The moon is bright on a clear night, shining on the high mountains and the vast sea.

After thinking about it, Zhang Fan popped up a pinch of flames between his fingers and burned the picture.

Because he felt that this painting had a strange feeling, he was afraid that it would become a disaster after a long time.

After all, that piano is on it.

Immediately, Zhang Fan and Zhuang Zhuang walked out of the house, and when they walked forward, they saw a closed gate, and Zhang Fan couldn't help but laugh when he saw the three big characters on it.

Death!

I feel like I'm home.

"Zhuangzhuang, how can there be a ghost gate here?" Zhang Fan asked.

"How does Ben Wang know, Ben Wang doesn't know how many tens of thousands of years it has been sealed, before this, the earth was not like this, anyway, how could it become like this, Ben Wang doesn't know." Zhuang Zhuang is very depressed, and he lives in vain.

If it weren't for this seal, we would be a living dictionary.

Well, now it's a real fossil.

The ghost door was closed, this was the first time Zhang Fan had seen it, so he couldn't help but walk over and push the door.

The ghost gate is extremely heavy, and it does not move at all.

"Forget it, since the ghost gate is closed, it should be related......" Zhang Fan was a little worried in his heart, it would be good if there was trouble, usually this kind of trouble is only done by Zhuang Zhuang or Fluttershy.

The people on the side are already waiting for trouble, and Zhuang Zhuang is looking forward to it.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, after the ghost gate was closed, it seemed that the red light came again, Zhang Fan and Zhuang Zhuang did not look at each other, and there were people behind the ghost gate.

Zhang Fan couldn't help but push it again.

"What's that?"

Zhang Fan seemed to see a pair of three eyes, scarlet and terrifying, especially the third vertical eye, which made people feel panicked.

Zhuang Zhuang shouted excitedly when he saw the excitement: "Wang, use some strength in the big pit, so much food in vain." ”

"I'll go, or you can try."

"Try it...... Zhuang Zhuang stretched out his little paw to push the door, and smiled: "You should be stupid, this kind of thing can only be done by Fluttershy, and Ben Wang will not do it." ”

Fluttershy's sister has been despised by Wang.

"Hey, hey!" Zhuang Zhuang was very proud to see through Zhang Fan's tricks.

"However, the slap in the face is a big hole, and those eyes are a good thing."

"What's good?"

"It's like a red fire spirit."

Zhang Fan said: "It sounds like it's pretty awesome, what's the use?" "This is something that even tens of thousands of years of heavenly demons know, it must be very ancient, and Zhuang Zhuang has said that it is a good thing.

"I want to know, don't you just push the door open?"

Zhang Fan pondered for a while, weighing in his heart that he still needed to take some risks if he wanted to get the baby, but he was so unhappy in his heart, wasn't he persuaded by a Wang?

Zhang Fan shamelessly took out five yuan: "Zhuangzhuang, I can't open this door, you can help, this money will be your labor at that time." ”

"Five? Not enough to buy Fluttershy a finger cake? ”

Zhang Fan changed it and took out ten yuan.

"Too little, too little, at least that." VIP Wang raised one of his front paws.

"Forty?"

Zhuang Zhuang was furious, saliva splashed, and angry green tendons appeared on his forehead: "Fifty, which eye of your eyes saw that Ben Wang only had four claws." ”

"Fifty is fifty ......"

Hearing this, Zhuangzhuang's anger was suppressed, and he began to shake his head, and as Zhuangzhuang's head shook, his body grew to five meters at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then pressed his forelimbs against the ghost gate.

"Wang!"

Zhang Fan's heart suddenly became nervous, he wouldn't really get into trouble.

I saw that a black mist slowly appeared on the strong forelimbs, Zhang Fan saw the real demonic qi for the first time, it was pure black, and it was a terrifying power.

"Wang ......"

Zhuang Zhuang roared, although it was Wang, but the momentum was definitely much more terrifying than the lion's roar.

There was a rumbling sound, and the door of the ghost gate was pushed open by Zhuang Zhuang little by little.