It's not so much a love letter.

It's more like a letter for help.

Bai Yu read the contents of the letter carefully.

Judging from the format, it is full of sprinkled thoughts, emotional expressions, and serious things, and ......

"It's well written."

Bai Yu raised an eyebrow.

The better the handwriting, the more effort Aemiya has put into this area, she still uses a brush, and if she wants to practice calligraphy, it is in years.

I don't know what to do, and I go deep.

Put away the letter.

Bai Yu was slightly hesitant to reply.

You can go back, or you can't go back.

If she replied, it meant that she already knew that she was here, and it would be a hassle if she really came to fish for law enforcement.

I don't want to fall into the Shura field at a young age.

If you don't reply to the letter, you won't pay enough attention to it.,With Amamiya Masa's extreme character.,Maybe I'll really do something.。

Bai Yu touched his chin and thought: "I now have a fourth-order peak ghost dragon king, and the strength of the true day is less than the fifth-order, she should not be able to stop me, since this is the case, I just take the time to go to Fusang to see her, so what's the matter?" ”

Anyway, I'm going to Rome, so it's completely too late to settle down in Fuso in advance.

Fuso is closer to Bactria and has a special port for ghost ships.

The strength is enough, and you don't have to worry about being locked in the basement, so you can naturally stand up and straighten your back.

Bai Yu feels that his mentality is very similar to that of a middle-aged man after marriage, if he is not confident enough, when he hears his wife calling to go to bed, he can't help but show his legs are weak.

To be a heavy kidney, a heavy kidney!

He opened the drawer and tried to put the letter inside, but he smelled the scent of white plum from the letterhead.

Amamiya always has a faint fragrance of white plum floating on her body.

Even after ten years, the breath is still the same.

The letter was supposed to be carried with you, and the paper was soaked with a faint fragrance.

This smell will definitely reveal its origin, after all, Bai Meixiang is a very unfamiliar smell in this room, and Su Ruoli will definitely notice it as long as he gets closer.

Bai Yu was also reluctant to destroy the letter, so he could only put it in his backpack, and then picked up the air freshener and made a comprehensive sanitize of the tables and chairs in the room, and brushed his hands with alcohol.

Make sure there is nothing left of the smell before relieving.

While the flies rubbed their hands, Bai Yu sighed weakly: "Why am I so skilled?" ”

I lay back on the bed and found a comfortable position.

Bai Yu looked at the ceiling, perhaps because he came into contact with the letters, and suddenly began to miss the refreshing white plum fragrance.

The most likable thing about Amamiya Maki is that in addition to her character, it is the fragrance on her body.

She said that this was not a natural constitution, but the result of long-term aromatherapy during her time in the Nanjia.

I haven't seen him for many days, and I miss it very much.

Bai Yu closed his eyes, opened the 'Heroic Spirit Chronicle', and prepared to log in to the realm or dungeon to take a look at the two girls.

At the same time as his gaze touched lightly, a burst of red text lit up.

['A Love Letter from Fuso' Received]

[Confirm the fate of the ignorant ghost to reach the node]

[Do you want to weave your fate?] 】

[The difficulty of this fate weaving is high, please be fully prepared]

The prompt lights up.

Bai Yu put his hands on the back of his head, he thought to himself that this prompt came at the right time, maybe it was because Amamiya Masahiro sent a mission himself?

Either way, he had no reason to refuse.

More difficult?

It's just a good time to try how much his current realm and strength match.

【Confirmed】

【Start Destiny Weaving Turn】

……

The mansion of the Bai Feng family.

"Nan Shi Hui is dead."

"The Nan family's recent situation is not good."

Naomi Shiramine was arranging flowers, quietly listening to the report from her subordinates.

After guessing the identity of Amamiya Masahiro, she secretly collected all kinds of information about the Nan family.

It's not for threats or anything, but based on the relationship between the two parties, she thinks it's necessary for Masaki Amamiya to know what the current situation of her relatives is.

Today's news is not unexpected, after the departure of Amamiya Masahiro, the situation of the Nan family has almost deteriorated...... Originally, there was an ambitious old jackal named Nan Shihui, who could more or less be a paster and maintain a bright surface.

If Amamiya didn't resist and was married off and successfully united with the Kazama family, the Nan family would have at least twenty years of glory.

Now that the sun has set, the industry has withered, and it is like there is only one breath left in Osaka to be squeezed out by other Chinese people.

Osaka and Kyoto, where the Fuso royal family is located, have complex power institutions and a large number of Chinese people, and are Vanity Fair that eats people and does not spit out bones.

It is impossible for an underworld organization like the White Peak Group that is struggling at the bottom to be stationed in that place, and it is already the limit to be able to inquire about some news.

"Miss, do you need to inform the ......?" the attendant asked.

"My sister has already left, I persuaded her, but unfortunately she didn't listen."

Naomi Shiramine inserts a bouquet of hydrangeas on the side, then picks up scissors and cuts it in two, and the hydrangea falls on the table, scattering the petals.

"Flowers without rhizomes are destined to wither, and the Nan family, who has survived since their own life, is not worthy of sympathy at all."

"Is it too risky to let Lord Ignorance go alone?"

"It's useless for our people to go, it's just a disadvantage, besides, ......" Naomi Shiramine turned her cheek sideways and looked at a painting hanging on the wall, only the mysterious back composed of hazy color blocks and outline lines: "Sister said that she was protected, why do you need us to put icing on the cake?" Let's go down. ”

"Yes."

Just as the attendant was about to leave, footsteps sounded again in the courtyard.

A Ruozhong rushed in, knelt on the floor, slid forward five meters and lowered his head: "Miss! There's a big report, and we've found traces of Ghost Cut! ”

Bai Feng Naomei was distracted, the scissors cut her fingertips, and suddenly blood overflowed, and her face changed slightly: "It's now?!" ”

……

Nanjia Mourning Hall.

It was late at night, and the last wave of condolences and worshippers had already left.

Shiori Minami, who even had a stiff neck, straightened her waist, and she was wearing an unaccustomed black mourning dress with an unaccustomed expression.

His eyes fell on the wreaths that filled the surroundings, and his eyes showed a little tiredness.

The maid Ah Zi handed over the hot towel: "Miss, wipe your face, you have to keep a wake tonight." ”

"I know." Minami Shiori regained some of her spirit after the hot compress, but she still had a feeling that was not very real.

My father and grandfather just went out for a trip, but they had an accident inexplicably.

There are obvious traces of man-made, ostensibly an explosion in a workshop, burning half the street, but in fact it should be high explosives.

Both the father and son of the Nan family died directly, and in the blink of an eye, the already sparsely populated Nan family was left with only Nan Shizhi.

She was still a minor, and she was forced to support the current Nan family, and as far as she could see, the expressions of the servants and guards were lingering confused and silent.

Perhaps many people are already thinking about where to go next.

Fusang's family rules are very strict, and it is not allowed to betray the family easily, but now that Nan Shiori is dead, it is difficult to suppress this group of people with Nan Shiori's character, skills and experience.

There are so many things she doesn't understand.

There are also many things in the world that cannot be solved with a single knife.

It's easy to kill people, but it's hard to keep your business, and this is Osaka, and you have to face the prying eyes of many jackals, tigers and leopards, and only a knife is far from enough.

Minami Shiori didn't even get angry because she was a little numb.

She didn't feel sad, not even too late.

She closed her eyes, wanting to rest for a while, but soon the footsteps of the guards interrupted her rest.

"Miss, please see someone outside."

"The time for worship has passed, and now is the time for the vigil." Nan Shiori said lightly.

"But the other party has a letter of introduction from the head of the family." The guard looked at the mourning hall and took out a letter.

Nan Shiori frowned, took the letter, read it, confirmed the seal, and said, "Let him in." ”

Soon, a man with his hands in his sleeves walked in, the middle-aged man looked like a businessman, and as soon as he entered the door, he introduced himself: "The contemptible surname is Shibata, Miss Nanda, please advise me if we meet for the first time." ”

"It's not a social place." Minami Shiori put down the letter in her hand: "If you're here to worship, you can start now." ”

Shibata shook his head and said, "I'm not in a hurry about the worship for the time being, doesn't Miss Nanda want to know who killed the head of the family?" ”

Minami Shiori asked, "You know? ”

"He left this letter in my hand, and it was he who told me that if I died, I must come and inform the eldest lady of something."

"Say." Nan Shiori was impatient: "Don't beat around the bush. ”

Shibata replied: "The head of the family asked the eldest lady to beware of a ronin group called 'Hydra', this group of people are all executioners, and it is said that they are all quick knives that take money to do things, and nine times out of ten, the head of the family died in the hands of this ronin group." ”

Nan Shiori asked, "Do you know where they are?" ”

Shibata hesitated for a second before saying, "I don't know." ”

"If you know, say it." Nan Shiori leaned forward: "I can give you a large sum of money." ”

"This ......"

"Or do you want to see my knife?" She held down the treasure knife Train Hiromitsu that she had with her.

"One of their strongholds is at Niwangji Temple fifteen miles away!" Shibata immediately replied loudly, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and turned to leave: "No matter what, I hope you don't mess around!" If you die, there will be no hope for the Nan family to rebuild again. ”

"Sending off!" Nan Shiori said coldly.

After the guest left, she knelt alone in the mourning hall, not knowing what to think, and was distracted by herself.

Until the sound of footsteps suddenly appeared behind him.

Nan Shiori immediately drew his sword in a sitting position, and the sword light slashed at the strange aura behind him like a rainbow.

Wow——!

I could only hear the collision of swords, and in the burst of firelight, there were clothes flying, mixed with a slight fragrance of white plums.

The hat above the visitor's head splits in two, revealing a hidden face.

Nan Shiori was stunned for a long time, looked at the familiar but unfamiliar beautiful woman, and shouted: "...... Sister. ”

Amamiya Masahiro stretched out his hand and gently stroked the girl's cheek: "Long time no see, you've lost weight, Shiori." ”

The knife fell to the ground, and Minami Shiori threw herself on her sister's chest, hugged her waist, buried her head in her chest, and cried loudly.

Masahiro gently patted her on the back and shoulders, and looked beyond the lights and candles to the portrait of the deceased in the mourning hall, his eyes without joy or sorrow.

(End of chapter)