This ancestral hall has many things that resemble tablets, and it is like a small door with names engraved on it.

I also saw their genealogy from Nozomi Sato.

On the central wall of the ancestral hall is a portrait of Nozomi Sato, and Yuhana is still in the portrait.

On the left side, there is a stone monument with words engraved on it, and this text should be about the life of Nozomi Sato.

I didn't know Japanese characters, so I asked the old man next to me and said, "Old man, what is written on this stone tablet?"

The old man looked at me and said, "You can't read?"

I said, "The old man smiled, I grew up in a poor family, and I didn't learn a few words."

The old man said: "This is written about the life of General Nozomi Sato, who joined the army at the age of 20, made great achievements, fought many victories, and sat in the position of general after only five years in the army, and is the youngest general so far."

Hearing me talking to the old man, the faces of the people around me were full of surprise and puzzlement, as if they had seen something incredible, and soon the tourists and locals left one after another, as if they were disgusted to be under the same roof as me.

But I don't care what other people think.

I looked at the few words I could only recognize on the stele, and felt that what the old man said was basically consistent with the stele, but there was no mention of Yuhena on the stele.

I asked the old man, "Old man, why are there black flowers on the clothes of this portrait of General Nozomi Sato?"

Hearing me ask this question, the old man suddenly smiled and said, "This is our sacred flower." Legend has it that only true warriors are qualified to wear this flower, and General Nozomi Sato loved this flower so much during his lifetime that he would give his favorite flower to his soldiers every time he fought, and the soldiers were also very brave, bringing back victory again and again. However, after the death of General Nozomi Sato, this flower disappeared, and in order to commemorate Nozomi Sato and the sacred flower, such a portrait was made for General Nozomi Sato. ”

I nodded, the same information as Chen Feng found.

"Is this a warrior's flower?" I asked.

The old man nodded and said, "According to legend, only the bravest people will grow warrior flowers around them."

"Then how did General Nozomi Sato die when he was so powerful?" I asked.

I suspect that the cause of Nozomi Sato's death must be related to Yuhana.

The old man sighed and said, "Alas, God is jealous of talents! After the war, General Nozomi Sato returned to the village, and the sacred flowers bloomed in the village, but suddenly one day, General Nozomi Sato seemed to be seriously injured, and since then, all the sacred flowers have disappeared. General Nozomi Sato was so grief-stricken that he left a suicide note and cut himself off under that tree. ”

I thought for a moment and thought that when Nozomi Sato was seriously injured, it should have been when Yuhena was sealed, and his injury should have been caused by the Wheel King, could it be that this Nozomi Sato is so strong that he can fight with the Wheel King!

"Trees? Is that the big tree at the west end of your village? I asked.

The old man nodded and said, "That's right, that is the sacred tree planted by General Nozomi Sato!"

"What is the suicide note left by Nozomi Sato?" I asked.

The old man seemed happy to tell me these things, and the old man got up, took out a piece of paper from a box beside him, and handed it to me.

"This is the suicide note left by General Nozomi Sato." I took it from the old man's hand and looked at it carefully.

My attention was all on this suicide note from hundreds of years ago, and I didn't think that the old man guarding the ancestral hall would hand such an important historical relic to a stranger so easily.

"This is? Human skin suicide note! ”

The moment I received the suicide note, I felt that this was not some paper or animal skin.

Rather, it is human skin, most likely stripped from a living person.

The old man's voice rang out.

"I'm surprised, this is General Nozomi Sato who was skinned raw from his own leg."

There is no Japanese on this person's skin, but a drawing.

It is painted with a man, a tree, a pool.

And they were cut off from the tree, and buried themselves under the pool.

The old man said, "The people of the village buried him in a pool according to the will of General Nozomi Sato, and covered his coffin with yellow sand and lime."

Hearing the old man say this, I seemed to think of something terrifying.

"Old man, why is the land behind your sacred tree deserted? Why is there no other plant in the whole village except the sacred tree? ”

I asked, if I guessed correctly, it was hard to imagine what a catastrophe it was.

The old man said, "Because the whole village is full of lime, and there is no grass at all."

I sat weakly on the ground and stared blankly at the old man, when Liu He's voice sounded in my head.

"My lord, this burial method is ......"

"The art of raising corpses." I whispered.

What does it mean that hundreds of years of generals have trained their corpses into zombies? Is it waiting for today?

While I was thinking, there was a sudden noise outside the gate of the ancestral hall, and I was getting up to look outside, when suddenly a group of people surrounded me violently.

One of them pointed at me and said, "It's him, who was talking to himself just now, and kept talking about General Nozomi Sato."

"I saw him hanging around the sacred tree just now, and now he is talking nonsense in our ancestor's ancestral hall, he must not have any good intentions!" I looked for the sound and saw that this man was the middle-aged man who had stopped me from burning the tree earlier.

After listening to their words, I immediately looked towards the old man, but there was still the shadow of the old man at this time.

"! Hit the ghost! I exclaimed.

No, I didn't see any resentment in him just now, obviously a person.

At this moment, the sound of an old dragon bell sounded in my ears.

"I'll come back to you, young man. This village and its villagers are victims, and I hope you can save them. ”

I looked at the fierce looks of the people around me, and I even saw guns in some people's hands.

I really want to fix him, I save them, who will save me!

At this time, a man who seemed to be the leader walked out, he looked me up and down, and said, "Friend, you are an onmyoji."

And I looked at him and said, "You're also an onmyoji."

He can't see my strength, but I can see his strength, the emperor-level onmyoji, on par with Maitreya, and there are four or five master-level onmyoji around, this village and town is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

This strength is enough to establish a small sect.

The man looked to be forty or fifty years old, with slightly white temples, a distinct knife mark on his face, and a completely white left eye with no pupils.

This man is their leader, named Yuken Sato, who serves as the head of the village.

Yuken Sato stared at me with his only eye and said, "I can't see your depth, but I feel that your realm should not be low, but I advise you not to come to this troubled water, otherwise it will not be fun to die here."

I stared at his only eye and said, "What do you mean by this muddy water?"

Instead of answering my question, Sato asked, "What did the old man say to you?"

"Old man? What an old man! I pretended to be surprised and looked at him, but I didn't expect this guy to know the old man, and even I didn't feel the existence of the old man at all at this time.

Sato Yuken sneered, he glared at me, and then said to the ancestral hall: "Old fellow, you are demagoguery, I have only spared you many times for the sake of my clan, and now it is the moment of life and death of my clan, you are still here to obstruct my clan's plan, after tomorrow, I will kill you!"

As soon as Yuken Sato finished speaking, suddenly a swarthy muzzle of a gun came to my head.

The other man took out a pair of shackles and put them on my hands.

"Hey, what are you doing! I'm not wading into troubled waters, let me go! I want to go home! ”

I struggled and screamed, and at this time, Liu He, I hurriedly signaled to him to stay in the dark.

When this shackle was placed on my hand, I suddenly felt a stream of yin qi coming from the shackles, hitting the Shenque acupoint.

This yin qi actually wants to seal the Divine Que Acupoint!

If it is an ordinary onmyoji, being sealed in the Shenque Acupoint is equivalent to sealing all the yang energy, which is basically no different from an ordinary person.

I didn't expect this small village to have this kind of thing that seals the yang energy of the onmyoji!

However, they miscalculated, and no one thought that the Origin Qi in my body was Yin Qi. The yin qi disappeared like mud in my body like a sea of mud.

"Whew! What did you guys do! Why is the yang energy in my body sealed! ”

I resisted fiercely, but my fists were overwhelming, and I was pressed to the ground by them.

I know that hard fighting is not necessarily their opponent, it is better to plan and wait for their crowd to disperse, and then find a way out.

Na Sato Yuken squatted down, looked at me with a smile, and said, "If the strength is so strong, let's contribute to the great cause of our clan."

Looking at his smile, I felt a little infiltrating, because when I first came to the village, everyone had this smile on their faces.

"What do you mean, why did you arrest me!" I angrily questioned Yuken Sato

Sato Yuken smiled and said, "I think you misunderstood, I'm not targeting you, but every onmyoji and visitor who comes here must dedicate their strength to the great plan of our clan!"

After saying that, several strong men escorted me out of the ancestral hall, and they led me to a house with a closed door, and one of them opened the house and led me inside.

What I didn't expect was that the house turned out to be just a cover, in fact, behind the door was a basement passage.

The lights in the basement were dim, and the men led me to the lowest level of the basement.

I didn't expect this basement to be a prison!

The further down I went, the dimmer the light became, and there was barely any light in the cell, so they locked me up and left.

When they closed the door, the only glimmer of light in the basement was gone