Su Enxi, who changed into work clothes, returned to the office and saw such a scene. The Siamese cat sisters and brothers, who usually ignore all of them, will not come down when they see this young man as if they had seen catnip.

"I thought that this sister and brother were as thin and cold as ordinary cats, and no one was close, but they didn't meet the right person." There was a little sour in her tone, and she didn't know if she was targeting cats or people.

She wasn't too surprised that the young man would appear here, after all, he was used to being elusive, it used to be like this, and it seemed that it was the same now.

Young man holding a cat...... Referring to the young shape of Lu Mingze in his memory, Lu Mingfei, who appeared here, crossed the round cat head of the cat sister and fished up the cat brother who slid down his legs.

Then he said slowly, "I think you guys will be more familiar with this look, so I came here like this." Well...... Although there is also a meaning that I need to disguise in it. ”

Su Enxi shrugged: "It's the same for me anyway, but I should like this look more with long legs, right?" By the way, Sanwu probably likes the appearance of a child a little more, after all, then she doesn't have to keep looking up at you. ”

Lu Mingfei glanced at her: "You can understand so much and really save my explanation, but secretly ridiculing the height of your companion is not a good sister's behavior." ”

"She can't hear it anyway, it's usually the two of them who bully me together, and they don't allow me to say something bad?" But Su Enxi is quite complacent about this.

Then she turned around: "Since you have come from the United States, boss, I will go back." ”

Lu Mingfei nodded while following the cat's hair: "I had a little conflict with that guy, and now the relationship is a bit stiff, so I don't know much about Japanese affairs than you." ”

Therefore, it was necessary for him to come and meet the people here.

Su Enxi shrugged again, didn't care about the division between the bosses, and left the office. It's rare for the boss to take over the shift in person, so she naturally has to continue to relax, as for the rest time now, it's nothing for a night owl like her.

……

When Gen Zhisheng entered the room, he saw such a picture. In the Western-style office, the owner of the mansion is slowly teasing the two cats lying on his lap.

From his point of view, the bloodlines of the two Siamese cats may not be very pure, and they are not very compatible with the owner of this mansion no matter how you look at it. But looking at their rich appearance, their owners must like them very much, and isn't that what pets are? Isn't the most important thing about the edge of the eyes and what I like? As for the bloodline and the like, it's second, maybe most people don't care about that.

Standing at the door, the owner of the official residence did not speak, and Gen Zhisheng suddenly didn't know what to do next, because whether it was in the Snake Qi Eight Family or even the whole of Japan, there were only two people who could make him stand and wait.

"Reincarnation Paradise"

One of them, the so-called Emperor, had no chance of coming into contact with their existence in his lifetime. And the other one...... That's why he's here.

"Word Spirit, oracle, that's right, right?" As if noticing his hesitation, the owner of the mansion raised his head, allowing Gen Zhisheng to see his eyes clearly. For a moment, he ignored the phrase that had told their biggest secret.

The left eye of the owner of the mansion is as bright as the sun, and his right eye is as rainbow as the Milky Way in the night sky. An inexplicable coercion came from him, and Yuan Zhisheng, who was still stunned, seemed to feel that he was standing in the midst of the storm and thunder, and in front of him, he could not see the huge shadow of his body.

Loud voices came from all directions, and these ancient dragons seemed to be ordering him to kneel, and he subconsciously wanted to do the same. But just as his knees were about to touch the ground, a curtain of white light separated him from the great shadow, and the voices that kept oppressing him disappeared.

The Word Spirit and the Oracle, the time is too long to be studied during the period of the parallel of the two kings, the high priest of the dragon clan, the White King, in order to get rid of the control of the Black Emperor, issued a decree to his own race that can be immune to the words of the Emperor of the Words.

It's just that it's not the kind-hearted White King who is just removing the old shackles for them, and then installing a new set of them. And the new shackles will always flow with the blood of the White King. At the same time, this is also the best way to confirm the identity of the White King's bloodline.

The illusion disappeared, and Yuan Zhisheng, who was in a cold sweat behind his back, regretted his decision to visit this Blackstone Mansion. Emperor Yan Ling, the legendary first king of this heaven and earth, used to control the power of her race, no one among the half-bloods has ever been able to use this word spirit, they can only barely reproduce this realm through complex alchemy equipment.

And the owner of the mansion is just one person, and he can unfold the oldest spirit that even a secret party can prepare for a long time to reproduce. And the identity of the other party is obviously beyond his imagination.

However, after the cold sweat and the golden boy retreated together, Yuan Zhisheng still stepped into the room. For one, he was not sure that he would be able to escape; Second...... As for what happened to him, perhaps only he could help him.

His eyes were also black, and the owner of the mansion invited him to sit down. Yuan Zhisheng, who felt that he was sitting in the seat and felt that his attitude should be fine, asked, "Is it Your Excellency who hides my memories and leaves words in my heart at the same time?" ”

"Yes." The owner of the mansion nodded, as if looking at him with a smile, his face looked so strange in Yuan Zhisheng's eyes, "Moreover, it was me who got you out of that state." ”

His eyes shrank, and a certain memory in Yuan Zhisheng's heart emerged from the depths.

There is no doubt that it is a "ghost", a ghost that is hated by him as a "ghost slayer", but it seems that he will never be killed.

But it was the strongest ghost, and he had never seen a very special ghost so far. As the leader of the future ghost slayer, the future master of the Eight Snake Clans will not be able to kill the strongest ghost, because ...... Then he is himself.

Sitting in the cabin was a young man with an indifferent face, and Yuan Zhisheng remembered that this was his goal, and it was the goal that he would contact as an "emperor" at the expense of "royal driving".

But why...... The other party is S-level, he is the emperor, and the existence of the emperor is better than the S-level in terms of bloodline and status. But why? Why did the other party sit there like a victor, and he had to lie on the ground? Obviously they haven't started fighting each other yet, and they are like prisoners of war who have been defeated without a fight?

The invisible force restrained his body, and with what little sanity he had, he saw what he was like through the eyes of the young man in front of him. That's simply ...... The strongest demon with imperial blood!

"Smack!" It was as if something had exploded. When he opened his eyes again, he had already left the room, and returned to his seat in a daze, his fingers stroking the cracked phone, and he felt that he should understand something.

When he returned to Tokyo as one of the heroes involved in the operation to kill the Dragon King, he received an unprecedented and incomparably loud applause. In the eyes of those parents who he usually regarded as his predecessors, he saw unprecedented enthusiasm and incomparable expectations.

However, he obviously didn't even see the face of the Dragon King......

Back in his room, he lied for the first time in front of the man he had always regarded as his "father".

"The mission failed, and before I could reach the S-class, the phone was broken in the battle." This was the reason he had come up with, and the battle at Wuxia and the battle under the volcano became good evidence.

Without blaming him, the old man regretfully took back the damaged mobile phone: "Under the premise of the Dragon King's awakening, it is already great to be able to come back safely." ”

"What's in this?" He asked, pretending to be curious, his tone calm as if he were going to eat tonight. After asking this sentence, he still had a hint of anticipation.

But soon, his expectations were ruthlessly shattered.

"It's just an electronic synthesizer." The old man smiled bitterly and replied, "I heard that he chose to join the academy because he was looking for traces of his parents, so I thought, Ange just used a letter that I don't know whether it was true or false to let him join the academy, so I used Kaguya to synthesize his parents' voices, can I bring him to Japan?" ”

The old man shook his head, as if laughing at his own whimsy: "Even if he doesn't believe it, as long as he becomes suspicious and comes to Japan once, then this is our chance." But now it's useless to say that. ”

The old man left, and Yuan Zhisheng stood in place, feeling that he was extremely cold from his fingers to his heart. The audio stored in the phone is not synthesized at all, it is a poison that can turn the noble emperor into the strongest ghost.

That night, he stayed up all night, and the floor of his room was full of cigarette butts. He also wondered if it would be someone else who used their trust to try to divide them, but at one point, he quietly observed the whereabouts of the old man, and risked to get rid of all his followers and monitors and enter a room underground, and he was completely dead.

There was a huge, transparent pool of water, filled with creatures he wanted to spit out the gastric juices as well. It's Deadpool, a serpentine Deadpool that only exists in ancient books. Some of the Deadpools who still keep the head of the people felt very familiar to him, and some of these once incomparably fresh lives were killed by his own hands.

After that, his addiction to cigarettes grew, and the old man who knew about it accused him of not being so indulgent, and warned him that he should not leave his attendants and go it alone. He also calmly accepted the accusation, and the two of them were like returning to their usual days. But he knew very well that there was no going back......

……

The golden child's hole shrank to the minimum, and Yuan Zhisheng lowered his head. In the past few months, he has looked like a ghost no matter who he looks at, but the most terrifying ghost is obviously himself. And he can only use an indifferent appearance to disguise his true emotions.

It wasn't until he couldn't bear it anymore that he obeyed the voice in his heart and came to this small coastal town.

“…… In addition to those Deadpools, I've also looked for evidence that he created ghosts, but he's the patriarch, and the Eight Snake Families can be seen as his property. Since I'm the strongest ghost he's ever made, he's probably all aware of my movements. As if he had found an outlet, Yuan Zhisheng's emotions were a little uncontrollable, obviously he didn't even know the name of the person in front of him.

Unaware of his gaffe, he continued: "I can't go deep into the investigation, let alone use other people to investigate, because I don't know how many ghosts are hidden among them. And, I'm more afraid of ......"

"I'm afraid you'll be out of control, right? It's what you call a ghost. The owner of the mansion was still smiling.

Yuan Zhi looked up aggressively, only to realize that he seemed to have said a lot of things that should not be said. He took a deep breath, forcibly controlling his emotions and returning to his previous serious appearance.

After contemplating, he said to the owner of the mansion: "I don't know why you know this, but since you helped me, you saved me from the hands of the Kassel Academy. So, can I think you're going to do what you need me to do? ”

He was running away, and when he cut off the first ghost, his mind began to go numb. He was so numb that he wanted to escape, and fled to a place where there were no ghosts and ghosts, and there were no emperors and snakes. But there is still a childish insistence in his heart, insisting that he take on the duties of the emperor, and swing a knife at ghosts and even ordinary people for the sake of the family.

But his persistence collapsed, and he never became a "light", let alone a giant who brought salvation.

He was afraid, afraid to face the old man, even if he treated himself like his own child, but he was afraid that he would turn himself into a real ghost, and he was afraid that a new demon slayer would appear and kill him, just as he had done. Then take his head and go to his throne.

It wasn't that there were no ghosts in the family, but he felt that he would be even more terrifying than the girl.

The owner of the mansion smiled and pushed something over, presumably some kind of amulet, with golden unknown words in the transparent gem. Even if the owner of the mansion did not explain, he knew with his knowledge that this was an incredible work of art.

"I do need you to do something, but before that, you should let you see your worth and not feel sorry for yourself here." The owner of the mansion explained, "This will make you immune to the control of the voice, and in the meantime, you will use your methods to determine who you can and can't believe. ”

"And what do you need? You can't help me for no reason, but if you're aiming for something untouchable, then forgive me for refusing. Yuan Zhisheng was a little wary, but his guard seemed so pale and weak now.

The owner of the mansion still teased his cat as if his question was not worth answering.

The cold wind blew, waking him up from his dreamlike fantasies. Turning around, Gen Zhisheng found himself standing at the door of the Black Stone Mansion, the closed door of the Mansion in front of him as if it had never been opened. It was as if he had never stepped through the door, as if he hadn't met that incredible person.

If there is no amulet to hold in my hand......

Putting away the amulet, he circled back to the cliff side of the mansion and jumped off the cliff to return the way he came, but back on the beach, he paused. Sakura, who came out with her hair loose and a scarf around her yukata, stood there, holding his hidden yukata and clogs in her hands.