Yu Xingwen was overwhelmed, and it was a young man who spoke, he was wearing a long black trench coat, handsome and a little feminine, white skin with a marble-like texture, straight eyebrows, and a pair of slender eyes.

Yu Xing knew him, he had seen the archives of the Japanese branch, he was the head of the Snake Eight Family Gen Family, Gen Zhisheng. Previously he was the head of the Japanese branch and the executive department, and he has a very high bloodline.

But Yu Xing was surprised not by this, he couldn't feel it when he looked at the photo before, but now he felt that the other party was a bit like an acquaintance of his, but he couldn't say who it was.

"It was instructed by the Anti-Black Committee in Congress, nominally on suspicion of illegal arms possession, but in fact it was a knock-on that Congress would not turn a blind eye to what we were doing. Our war against the fierce ghosts has swept through the entire capital, two prefectures and forty-three counties, and even the parliament is trembling, right? However, it was too late to introduce a new anti-black law, so the search warrant could only be used to create a little trouble. ”

The one who replied was the patriarch of the Eight Snake Families, Tachibana Masamune.

Yu Xing swept over the old man, and suddenly felt that the other party was unfathomable, and the older the person, the more cunning he became, and Ange was like that. He was hesitating now whether to take advantage of this good opportunity to do this guy.

"All transferred to the Interior District?"

"Yes, with the design level of Maruyama Construction, the Metropolitan Police Department would never have thought that there is a hidden area in this building, and it will be fine if I take a good reception of the old men of the Metropolitan Police Department, anyway, this war is nearing the end, and only the king and the dragon king are left on the run. The Elysium has been destroyed, the last nest has been lost, and the roaming spiders will not live long. Tachibana Masamune's voice became low, "The only thing that makes me uneasy...... It's God, and we interrogated those ghosts overnight, but we didn't know anything about God. ”

"I will continue to search for the king and the dragon king, maybe the news of the gods is only in the hands of the two of them." Yuan Zhisheng paused, "Isn't there any news from Caesar's group yet?" ”

However, their conversation was all heard clearly by Yu Xing, and the two talked as they walked, and disappeared into the corridor in the blink of an eye.

Just a few words, Yu Xing knew that the other party was really doing a big thing without the headquarters.

He grabbed one of the words of the conversation between the two.

"God?!"

Yu Xing's body trembled, a little excited, a little excited. He has been in this world for sixty years, isn't it just for the ultimate mission of the system, to slaughter the gods?

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. Although he wanted to rush up and grab Tachibana Masamune's throat and let the other party spit out all the secrets as they were, this was not the time.

He and Ange had already agreed that he only needed to investigate clearly and find Caesar and the three of them. What's more, the God of their mouth is not necessarily his goal.

For example, Fenrir, who has the spirit of speech and Shiva karma, can also be called a god in a sense? Isn't it.

Tachibana Masamune and Yuan Zhisheng walked away, and Caesar, Chu Zihang, and Lu Mingfei around them continued to carry the document boxes, their plan was very clear, disguised as porters, and when the last batch of documents was carried and the others left, they took advantage of this to sneak in.

Yu Xing planned to help them explore the way first, so he returned to the elevator early and pressed the button on the upper floor.

The moment the elevator doors closed, the screen showing the floor suddenly went off. All the buttons on all floors are disabled, and the word "Shinto" lights up in red above the door.

This subtle change was also noticed by Yu Xing.

He frowned slightly, the so-called Shinto Dao actually has the same meaning as the Ghost Dao, which is the path to the grave. The ancient Chinese said, "Open the road in front of the tomb and build a stone pillar as a mark, which is called Shinto." ”

His sense of smell was very sensitive, and he smelled a pungent smell of blood, which was very vague but could not be concealed from him.

Someone died, and not long after they died.

He surveyed his surroundings, a space similar to a Buddhist temple, and the passage passed under a three- or four-meter-high torii, whose vermilion lacquer was mottled to reveal a dark red wood color.

In his hand, he held a military dagger, which was enough to deal with ordinary half-bloods.

In the darkness stood a tall wooden carving, in front of which hung a veil, vaguely a standing statue of King Kong or an evil ghost, wrapped in a white rope woven of paper.

Through layers of curtains, until an everlasting light illuminated his eyes. Ahead was a tall wall, four meters high, leading to the roof, gilded at the top, and more than ten meters wide.

On this giant shadow wall, the artist boldly paints in rust red and indigo, and the half-human, half-snake giants hug each other, their long tails entwined. The male giants are powerful and fierce, the female giants are dignified and gentle, and the various demons of Japanese mythology surround them, and the giants have countless arms on their backs, holding different weapons to fight with the demons.

The pungent smell of blood came from here, and the walls, full of blood. It's like someone splashed it with red paint, and he canceled the dark state because it's useless here.

Because under his feet, there was even a thin layer of liquid running sideways against the floor, and it was extremely sticky when stepped on. This is plasma, and no matter how careful he is, he can't avoid making a sound.

With a little experience or seriousness, you can spot this sound.

Yu Xing's eyes lit up with bright golden pupils, and he stepped forward with a military dagger in his hand, bypassing the wall. He froze in place, covered in corpses, all dressed in black trench coats. They are all members of the Eight Snake Clan.

All the people who brought the documents here were not gone, but dead.

So there are fewer and fewer people below, are they just destroying corpses? Yu Xing frowned, fortunately, his three stupid disciples decided to leave last.

Yu Xing crouched down and examined the corpses, all of which had died in the same way.

A huge wound runs through the heart. The left and right pulmonary arteries are severed, and all the arterial blood in the body is exported by them, so the heart pumps almost all the blood in the last beat.

No wonder there's blood everywhere.

"It seems to be a wound made by some kind of person, or monster." Yu Xing muttered as he began to look around, the golden glow in his eyes illuminating the walls around him.

That's what the mural really looks like, and the walls before were only 1/10,000th.

The hideous and splendid murals were illuminated, as if a long scroll of history was unfolding in front of them. Ancient creatures with human bodies and snake tails formed a procession of sacrifices with no end in sight, some holding torches, some holding long staffs, and some riding dragons with wings on their backs, and the procession danced around a huge cave with huge bones lying in the cave. The painter painted the dry skeleton with molten real gold, with the sun in its left eye and the moon in its right.