Dark and cramped room with windows open.

The damp cold wind whistled in, making a terrifying whine like a ghostly roar, like a beast with its teeth and claws.

The room was very empty, with only a futon on it.

In front of the futon is a small shrine placed on a high table.

The shrine is somewhat dilapidated and wooden, and time has left indelible carvings on it.

I don't know if it was because of the rainy weather, but the whole shrine was wet, as if it had just been fished out of the water.

A figure kneeled on the futon.

He was dressed in a suit common to Japanese office workers, meticulously groomed, with some gray hair combed back of his head, deep features, a serious face, and a badge on his chest, which was a symbol of his status as a government servant.

Merely...

The left half of his face was as ruddy and bloody as a young man, and the right half was wrinkled and withered like an old man in his last years.

Half of the face is red, half of the bones, one is innocent and the other is dry.

He was like two people of different ages, each taking half of his body and gluing it together, and the whole person exuded a terrifying sense of abruptness.

It's like a murderous monster pieced together by a mad scientist out of corpses, or like an alien who is stubbornly resisting the ravages of time.

The figure was just prostrating itself mechanically, chanting words to the damp and gloomy shrine.

"You are the shadow of the sea, you are the lord of the bottomless abyss..."

"You are the eternal god of ancient Miao... You are the Immortal King who fears the years..."

"You are the source of life in the sea... You are a member of the stars of Myojin-sama..."

"Supreme Dharani authority, Gray Luo Hall Guanyin..."

"I will go to the deep sea of your kingdom and offer my soul and body to pray for eternal life...",

An obscure and esoteric prayer was repeated by the worshippers, I don't know if it was an illusion, but as he chanted, the moisture on the shrine became heavier and heavier, and in a short time, it was already dripping and dripping.

The droplets are dark green, like moldy moss, with a milky white glow, which makes people associate it with dirt at a glance.

The praying person is deeply rooted in the police circles, and there are party members in the National Police Agency and the Metropolitan Police Department, and he is backed by the Democratic X Party, and he has a prominent position in the National Police Agency.

Half of his body is old and abnormal, and the other half is normal, which may be some kind of terminal illness that Yuichi Kudo found out he was suffering from.

It's no wonder that he ran around seeking medical treatment, this kind of weird symptom is indeed not something that ordinary doctors can solve.

Suddenly, the sound of prayer accelerated violently, and the words almost formed a line, and the pitch-black indescribable idol in the shrine also trembled violently, and countless dark green liquids gathered in front of Yamamoto Yu, turning into a puddle of water that did not disperse.

After Yamamoto's reverent kowtow, he picked up the suspicious liquid in both hands and drank it without hesitation.

Immediately, his expression became extremely hideous, and a beastly roar came from the suppression of his throat and eyes, but this process did not last long, and Yamamoto changed as if he had been reborn.

The wrinkles on his skin slowly unfolded, like ironed clothes, half of his pale face regained its blood, even a little ruddy, some skinny appearance was gone, and his whole person seemed to be ten years younger—he was almost sixty years old, but he looked like a man in the prime of life about forty years old.

Clenched his fists hard, feeling the feeling of full strength, he breathed a long sigh of relief, coughed a few times, Yamamoto slowly stood up, bowed to the shrine a few more times, and then respectfully closed the door of the shrine.

Turning again, his face had become gloomy and fierce.

Just then, the phone rang.

He picked up the phone blankly.

"Lord Yamamoto... We received a video that is... Master Yamamoto's. ”

"It was sent by the Kudo family's imp."

"We don't dare to restore without permission, please take a look."

This tone is obviously the dog's leg under his hand.

"Send it over."

There was a lack of emotion in Yamamoto's tone, and after an order, he hung up the phone.

A few seconds later, after a jolt, he swiped open the screen of his phone.

A video was sent, from Ryosuke Yamamoto to Yu Kudo, to failure, to turning into a scaly monster, and finally being detained in the containment room, everything was available, no matter how big or small, all were clearly recorded.

After watching the video quickly, Yamamoto's face was unwavering, as if it was not his son in the video.

Finally, a photo popped up out of nowhere.

There are a few lines of Japanese printed on it abruptly.

"Betraying the identity of a human being, colluding with ghosts and gods without permission, and using the power of the secret rite as a shortcut to obtain extraordinary power, I have all the evidence."

"Mr. Yamamoto, tomorrow's press conference, if you are going to hold it as scheduled, then..."

"I'll announce all of this."

"By that time, how many people will stand firmly on the side of the Yamamoto family?"

These words were clueless, Yamamoto just glanced at them, sneered, and didn't feel at ease at all.

These are, of course, the masterpieces of Yuichi Kudo.

He sent these things, of course, not to make Yamamoto retreat, he just wanted to cover Uesugi Kiyoshi.

In this way, Yamamoto's attention may be focused on the Kudo family, and tomorrow's press conference attended by high-ranking officials from many police agencies, and the main spearhead will be directed at the collection association, then the pressure on Uesugi Kiyoshi will be much less.

This is the purpose of Yuichi Kudo.

He achieved this purpose.

Yamamoto pondered for a moment and dialed a number.

After a few rings, the phone was connected.

The voice of the person opposite was low, like thunder on a rainy day, which made people feel a little uncomfortable to listen to.

"Yamamoto-san... Is there something wrong? ”

"If it's okay, shall I call you to contact the relationship?"

"Hmph..."

"Help me prepare the Serpent."

"Is Scales back? If not, let her come back quickly. ”

"I'm going to hold a press conference tomorrow at the mansion on the banks of the Arakawa, and I'm going to gather the top brass of the police system, and I'm going to infect them all with the snake of my family, and make them my master's servants!"

"By the way, the water of the Arakawa will burst the embankment and pour it back, mixing in the high concentration of the power of the secret ritual, and polluting the Arakawa area at least temporarily!"

"Ryosuke has been caught, and Xu Xu Tuzhi is no longer useful, so he can only attack with thunder."

"It just so happened that the little ghost president of the Collectibles Association went to Kyoto to report on his work, and the head of the Tokyo branch of the Shinsengumi was also transferred by me, and the extraordinary strength of the entire Tokyo Metropolitan Government is very weak, so it's a good opportunity to start an incident!"

"You take your men to guard the altar, don't make a mistake!"

The muffled thunder paused and agreed, "I'm in a hurry... All right. ”

"I'll prepare..."

"But don't forget what you promised us!"

Yamamoto Xiong had a cold face and said solemnly: "Don't worry, I can't forget it." ”

"The body... It's yours, but faith... It's mine! ”