In Dong Wenyu's study, in front of his desk, there are two figures standing like a still sculpture.

He pushed the door in, and the two men turned their heads slightly and saluted him.

The one on the left is a middle-aged man, a little short, but his face has a bit of a fierce air, he is wearing a Wu costume and a sword at his waist, and he looks like a samurai.

The one on the right is a beautiful woman with some mature charm, she is wearing a witch costume, and the outside is a Chihaya with a crane pine pattern, and her delicate figure is covered by wide clothes, looking dignified and beautiful, but there is a faint sense of seduction.

Dong Wenyu returned to his seat and sat down, groaned slightly, and said, "Running all the way, the two of you have worked hard. ”

"There's no way, now the headquarters is enshrined in a statue of a drunken boy, and I don't know if the ghost king in Tokyo has any believer chess pieces that have been buried a long time ago, so in order to prevent accidents, I can only call the two of them in a hurry today."

"He agreed to my suggestion, and tomorrow I will provide him with a prepared body for this ghost king to come here in person."

"That body, I'll do it."

"Here, don't let him go."

Dong Wenyu's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he said with a gloomy smile: "I will try my best to balance the situation tomorrow, so that His Excellency the Ghost King and the little ghosts of the Collectibles Association will lose both, but accidents may occur in everything." ”

"If the situation gets out of hand, then... Heihachiro, it's up to you to take action and eliminate those [accidents]. ”

"A large number of transcendent flesh and blood souls, plus a real ghost king, this sacrifice is enough to make Tozhao Divine Monarch glorious reappearance and become famous in the world again!"

"Compared to this, the bait thrown to the drunken boy is nothing."

The thin middle-aged man dressed as a samurai bowed very formally and responded: "Hey, don't worry, my lord, it's not the ghost king in his heyday, and he still has the confidence to deal with it if he gives up a crippled body." ”

Dong Wenyu nodded happily and turned to the witch, his face much softer.

"Yang Mingji, I'll ask Suzuki to assist you in laying down the sacrificial array in a while, you be careful not to show flaws in front of the ghost king, you might as well use the real sacrifice array inside, and do some tricks and feet on the periphery, and lead the object of sacrifice to Tosho Palace, okay?"

The shrine maiden known as Yang Mingji smiled softly and nodded.

"Lord Yu, please rest assured, the priests, shrine maidens, warriors, and all eight hundred people have been preparing for this moment for a long time, and there will definitely be no mistakes."

"Tomorrow's formation will be laid out, sacrifice the souls of those transcendent beings and the ghost king, and at the same time, the believers in the Tosho Palace will silently recite the name of the god of Tozhao Daquan, and the unity of the two will inevitably make the god king come back to the world!"

"At that time, with the Divine Monarch behind you, and with the Tobunkai as a starting point, we can quickly radiate the influence of Toshogu to all walks of life in Japan!"

"Even if it's to rebuild the shogunate... It's not impossible! ”

The delicate female voice was a little impassioned, which made Dong Wenyu squint happily.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

Dong Wenyu smiled and resumed his faint voice with majesty.

Pushing the door in was Dong Wenyu's dog-headed military division, Suzuki Hidema, the leader of the Suzuki group.

He caught a glimpse of these two uninvited guests, but he didn't squint, just walked up to Dong Wenyu and bowed respectfully.

"President, you call me?"

Dong Wenyu nodded, gestured to Yang Mingji on the side with his eyes, and said at the same time: "Suzuki, this is my guest." ”

"You go down with her in a while, what she wants, what she does, you satisfy her all, understand?"

"Her words are equal to my words, among my subordinates, you are the most reliable, and this matter will be entrusted to you, this is related to whether I can sit firmly in the position of the president of the Dongwen Society, you must not slack off."

Suzuki Shuma's expression was humble, but an indescribable solemn look flashed between his eyebrows.

He didn't hesitate to say yes, and didn't ask much, and in Dong Wenyu's command, he led the witch Yang Mingji to leave first.

Subsequently, the middle-aged samurai was also taken down to rest.

In the silent atmosphere in the study, Dong Wenyu slowly clenched his fists.

"Those who chase deer do not see the mountains, and they look at ghosts, but they turn out to be enemies of gods."

"Maki... I'm really looking forward to your hasty expression when you are reduced to a living sacrifice after your defeat tomorrow. ”

Dong Wenyu said a word, and the expression on his face was already a little hideous and crazy.

It's like... The madman who started celebrating a second before he was done.

Like a fanatic who is about to meet the gods.

...

"What? Are you going too? Are your injuries healed? If you think about it, this is no ordinary exchange. ”

Kiyoshi Uesugi is in the apartment of the Collectibles Society, sitting at the dinner table.

In front of him was a table of somewhat hearty delicacies.

Kyoko Nohara smiled in a good mood and filled him with chopsticks and vegetables.

On the other side, Rin Kamiizumi sat on the high chair in a regular manner, bowing to him very solemnly, and her head was almost buried in her rice bowl - yes, she was not using a bowl, but a tank.

"Don't worry, it's just a small injury like a broken foot, and it's been a long time ago."

"Qing, please let me participate in tomorrow's battle too!"

"It's the request of my life!"

Uesugi Qing snorted a little helplessly, although this junior sister joined the battlefield and may become a strong new force, but in the battle tomorrow, he has no bottom in his heart, so he let the master's daughter directly participate in the battle, but he did not have a hole card that could protect him, which made him a little apprehensive.

Although he also knew that most of this worry was unnecessary, Rin Kamiizumi, who was fully shackled, might be able to fight better than him.

But this feeling of worry has always lingered.

Because I care, I have concerns.

Uesugi Kiyoshi put down his chopsticks and tapped on the tabletop, and the thick wooden dining table made a few undulating sounds, as if to indicate that his mood was not calm.

Without waiting for him to speak, Rin Kamiizumi raised his head first and looked at Uesugi Kiyoshi with a pair of clear eyes without evading.

"Qing, I'm a martial artist, the inheritor of the soul of the Sword Saint, don't treat me as a child!"

"Tomorrow you're going to fight the ghosts and the mysteries, right?"

"When I was seriously injured in a mortal battle with ghosts and gods because of me, I made a vow."

"With the sword in my hand, I want to kill all the ghosts in the world - this is my sword heart, and it is also the motivation for me to cultivate my sword!"

"Don't let me go against my sword heart, Kiyoshi!"

Uesugi Kiyoshi was speechless by these resounding words, was silent for a moment, sighed, and nodded.

"I see..."

"I'll tell Maki to let her give you some people, and you lead a team of people to attack the side door."

Kamiizumi Rin shook like a rattle.

"No need, Qing, I'll go by myself."

"I will untie all the shackles, and I may accidentally injure my own people when the time comes."

"Hehe, I can't understand the map you gave me, anyway, I'll rush in tomorrow and sense the general direction of your breath, so I'll go to you and he~"

Uesugi Kiyoshi was immediately shocked.

"You can still feel my breath?"

Rin Kamiizumi nodded as a matter of course.

"Of course, the aura of different supernatural powers is completely different, and I can tell clearly."

"The power in Qing's body gives me a very illusory feeling, I will never admit it."

Blaming this ability on the talent of his junior sister, Uesugi Kiyoshi once again sighed that if the reality was a TV series, maybe Arin would be more like the protagonist than him.

It's a pity that reality is not a TV series.

Kiyoshi Uesugi smiled slightly, ended the episode at the dinner table, signaled that everyone could move, and hid all the worries and concerns in the bottom of their hearts.

He did everything he had to do, and he thought about everything he could.

Now, there's no need to worry about it.

Wait until tomorrow, and speak with the sword.