The top management of Genji Heavy Industries, Uesugi walked quietly among the shrines that had become ruins. Despite some cleanup, the air was still filled with the stench of the lake after burning wood, and the unpleasant smell of burning came from the elevator doors that had not yet been closed.

Countless precious ancient paintings and statues have become worthless charred black residues, piled up haphazardly, waiting to be disposed of. Even if there are still people who want to reproduce the historic shrine, I am afraid that they will be powerless.

Looking at these ruins, he smiled lightly and said sarcastically, "Sixty years later, it was still burned by a fire, I knew this, so why build it?"

The people behind him were silent, and no one dared to answer. Uesugi shook his head, lingered no longer, and followed Gen Zhisheng in front of him to the temporary conference room.

Although it is temporary, this room is also unusually spacious. Uesugi sat in the first place, and Gen Zhisheng, who had been leading the way, and Gen Zhinu, who had been following him, did not sit down, but stood behind him one on the left and one on the right.

Not to mention the source childish girl that many people have seen, Yuan Zhisheng's inexplicable behavior made many people a little surprised. From the beginning just now, this noble Amurasu of the Eight Snake Families behaved like a follower, which made many people who thought of him as a horse not very adaptable.

"What are you doing in a daze?" Uesugi's gaze swept across the crowd, "Sit down."

"Yes." Inuyamaga nodded and took the lead in sitting down.

The heads of the five outer families, as well as the elders of each family, all took their seats, and the younger ones stood behind them. The conference room, which had been spacious, became crowded.

Uesugi silently looked at the old people whose hair and teeth were almost falling out, and they might not even be able to speak clearly, but they looked at his old people with an excited face. He couldn't remember the names of many of them anymore, and even the appearance of his youth was unusually Mohu. But they still remember him as much as they did when they were young......

Sighing secretly, he said solemnly, "Let's start talking about the first thing, from today onwards, the Yuan family and the Tachibana family will be removed from the official list of the eight families."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire conference room fell silent, and everyone looked at him a little sluggishly. Although it is common for a new official to take office with three fires, this one's fire is inevitably too big.

[In view of the general environment,

The old people were just surprised that the Yuan family and the Tachibana family had finally come to an end, while the young people were dissatisfied with the sudden appearance of the previous generation of patriarchs, after all, Yuan Zhisheng has always been the backbone of the younger generation, and the only leader they believe in.

So someone raised his hand dissatisfiedly and said, "Mr. Uesugi, I'm afraid this is a little inappropriate, the head of the Minamoto family is still behind you......

"I'm not a descendant of Genji." Gen Zhisheng, who hadn't spoken much, glanced at the person who spoke, and then added, "Also, neither is the child."

Even the questioner froze, and the entire conference hall fell into an even more terrible silence than before. It wasn't like a bolt from the blue, but their mood now was like the Genji Mansion that had been thundered not long ago.

In the midst of this silence, Uesugi said expressionlessly, "There is nothing wrong with it, dying is dying out, and my cheeks are not thick enough to pass others into the dying family and pretend to be their descendants."

He looked around the extremely quiet conference room, and no one dared to look at him, let alone look at Yuan Zhisheng behind him.

"Or ......," he added in a cold voice, "after he changes his surname back to Uesugi, he will no longer be your young master?" No longer worthy of your loyalty?"

"Mr. Uesugi...... What does this mean?" Wind Demon Kotaro still didn't come out of the shock and asked.

Without going to see him, Uesugi said, "Literally, they are all the blood of the Uesugi family...... My son."

Gen Zhisheng, who was a little moved, looked at him silently from behind, although Uesugi didn't admit them when he said something at first, but he didn't completely see them as ordinary people. It was the first time he had called them his sons, as if to make a declaration

their orthodoxy.

The matter of banning the source family, Uesugi asked his opinion in the car, and he was not dissatisfied with it, but he was quite happy to get rid of the burden of the head of the family.

"Miss Eri ......" someone asked in a whisper, can there be two Uesugi family heads in one snake eight family.

"Naturally, I will continue to serve as the head of the Uesugi family, but ......" he said, his gaze became cold, "My daughter, Eri, she is still your eldest lady, even if I die one day in the future, one of the two of them will take over as the parent, it will not change!"

"It's not an order, it's just an inform." He added coldly.

It is surprising that Eri Uesugi turned out to be Genji's younger sister, but Uesugi is more impactful when she speaks like a daughter slave.

Yuan Zhisheng sighed silently, he was still glad to have thrown away the burden of the head of the family in the last second, and now it seems that it may be a little too early to be happy. The decline of the eight families of the snake in the last century may not only be due to the fire.

He glanced sideways, and the young girl had a smile on her face, as if she was happy that she had got her family again. But Gen Zhisheng could see that the smile was the same as that of Uesugi Etsu. Like Uesugi Koshi, he also defends his sister who has never met.

Uesugi closed his eyes and said softly, "Then the next thing is about the ghosts......

……

Tokyo, underground, this intricate sewer built by the Hachiya Snake is large enough to support the passage of ordinary boats, and if it is just for drainage, probably no one will believe it.

In the dark corners that no one noticed, someone was fleeing in a panic. He carried a long knife stained with black blood, and his golden eyes showed that he was extraordinary, but at this moment, the eyes of the noble half-breed were crawling with fear.

He's dead...... All dead...... All the people who are hiding in Tokyo are dead. Some time ago, the young master of the Eight Snake Clans was like declaring war, purging the Mengqi people who had infiltrated Tokyo. At the beginning, they were indeed caught off guard, and many organizations hiding scouts were uprooted, and those who were exposed were either reduced to prisoners or became silent cement pillars in Tokyo Bay.

However, with the arrival of a piece of paper, they hid in the sewer like rats, but they also successfully avoided the crazy cleaning of the young master of the Eight Snake Families.

It was obviously an important facility for the Eight Snake Clans, but this Iron Dome Temple was as transparent to them. With supplies pre-placed underground, they hibernated here for days, awaiting orders to counterattack the surface.

It's just that the order to counterattack didn't wait, but the shadow of death quietly found them.

At first, the sound of scales scraping against the ground sounded, as if a huge snake was slowly swimming towards them. Hearing this, they quickly became vigilant after a little relaxation. But before everyone could react, the Grim Reaper opened its mouth from the air, and eight headless corpses fell to the ground, twitching in pools of blood.

has a strong and dangerous bloodline, but such an elite of the ghosts didn't even see the appearance of the enemy clearly, so they died hastily. There was no resistance at all, and almost all the elites of the demons were wiped out, and only one lucky guy who was lucky enough to stand far enough when the attack came, escaped.

Blood was still dripping from the knife, but it was not the Grim Reaper's, but its owner, who had no head. There was no sound behind him, and the only sound in the empty sewers was the hurried footsteps and breathing of the fleeer.

The sound of the grim reaper's scales grinding against each other was no more, but the fleeing people did not dare to slow down even a bit. The feeling of being wet and bloody, like several dripping heads staring at him, didn't go away.

The heavy rain has made the Iron Dome look particularly clean, the stagnant water waiting to be discharged around it is bottomless, and the gray walls reflect the orange light, which makes people feel very bad just by looking at it. Soon, a little natural light spilled through the hallway, and ecstasy appeared on the faces of the fleeers. As long as he goes outside, he can escape with his words!

Everything went so smoothly that he managed to escape. The sea reflected the golden light of the sun, and the warm sun of the new day warmed his limbs, which were unusually cold from fright. There was no time to celebrate, he jumped high, his body inexplicably soared into the air, and left this place of fear.

Then, with a long line of blood, his body fell into the high dam...... The brain was still working, and the fugitive watched his body crumble into a mess. His thoughts were so clear that he could even scream.

A long knife that was so light and thin that it killed a person, and the slain person could not even notice it, silently retracted, and the head of the fleeing man disappeared into the hideous mouth.

The eight-headed criste creaked, and the eight-headed monster returned to the deep water, silently disappearing into the sewers as if it had just chased a fugitive.

At the same time, someone answered the phone at the headquarters of the Menggui people on the outskirts of Osaka, and the voice of Wang Jiang came from the other side of the phone, without a little temperature and a little hoarse: "Everyone, no matter who it is, sneaks into Tokyo and waits for orders......

Along with this sentence, there is also the route into Tokyo, the electronic map of the Iron Dome Temple.

The hoarse voice disappeared, and the monster, which had regained a little of its senses after eating, looked at itself in the mirror and fell into a deep silence. Eight hideous heads rubbed against each other, intertwined like newborn young snakes.

When they came to their senses, each of them seemed to have their own consciousness, including Wang Jiang, Tachibana Masamune, Bondarev, and Herzog...... But what is certain is that this is himself, his already completely alienated self.

The huge tail flicked, destroying the warehouse that was no longer intact. It was something that he longed for so much, but after all plans were destroyed, he found him in the wrong way at the wrong time.

"It's still too late...... It's still time to ......" his eight mouths silently chanted together, and eight pairs of golden red eyes stared at the monster in the mirror, "Eri Yi...... Eri ...... My baby daughter...... Just get your ...... back Just get your ...... back."

"No! No!" There was a look of panic on his eight distorted faces.

It didn't take long for him to regain his senses, and his consciousness was nothing compared to the rampaging dragon instincts. His consciousness was not directly torn apart, it was the result of his dying throes, coupled with a little bit of miracle.

A burst of hissing sounds, and the eight-headed monster slid into the sewer again, like a black hole that could never be filled, and stepped into the unlucky ghost that continued to prey on the unlucky ghost who fell into the sewer.

……

A ray of sunlight hit the plain white cheeks through the gap in the curtains, the long eyelashes moved slightly, and the crimson eyes with a trace of confusion slowly opened.

Holding the yellow lion doll in one hand, Eri sat up slowly, looking around the somewhat unfamiliar room in a bit of confusion. Her red hair was dyed golden by the warm sun outside the window, and she finally overcame the quilt and jumped up, stepped on the tatami mat next to her, opened the curtains, and stretched out as she watched the sun outside on a new day.

Open her small suitcase, which is a change of clothes that Sakura has prepared for him, from underwear to socks and shoes, Sakura has prepared dozens of sets for her, and uses the method of a ninja, along with several toys stuffed into a small box, the kind that can't be stuffed when you take it out.

Eri Yi took out the dolls first, placed them on the desk by the window one by one, and then carefully placed the little lion doll she had just gotten last night in the middle of all the dolls. Touching each doll's head, she nodded in satisfaction. Then in the sun, start changing clothes.

The plain white skin shines in the sun, and the long red hair falls, covering the beautiful curves of the back. Wantonly showing grace, she picked among the clothes that popped out of her suitcase, and then suddenly heard a cough.

「…… I'm glad you can treat this place as if it were your own home." Outside the window, Fujimaru Rika, who turned around, coughed lightly, "But although the fence of the courtyard is not low, and the nearby buildings are invisible, it is better for you to pay a little attention to some things."

There was no sound behind him,

He turned his head slightly, and found Eri Yi propped up on the windowsill, smiling and waving his hand to greet him, and his red hair danced, still in a wanton state.

"Are you listening to what I'm saying?" In the living room, Fujimaru Rika looked helplessly at the neatly dressed, but it was Eri Yi with an aggrieved face.

The plain white calves *** are on the outside, and the rounded toes are curled together. She sat on the cushion like a duck, her fingers stirring the corners of her skirt.

There was some movement in the courtyard, dressed in a traditional Japanese maid costume, Yuki Aoba carried a cleaning tool and poked out a face: "Young Master Fujimaru~ I'm here to clean."