The black Hummer drove along the mountain road and braked amidst the screeching sound of tires.

Crow jumped out of the car, holding a pistol with a silencer in one hand and a folder in the other. Wearing thin-rimmed glasses, he looked quite well-dressed.

"The clerical work is really annoying. Can't you let me go to fight and kill like Yasha?" Crow walked quickly behind Yuan Zhisheng, complained first, and then opened the folder, "We caught seventeen of them, and...

The three missing ones are the Dragon Horse, the Dragon King and the King General."

The Executive Bureau set up roadblocks at the intersections leading out of the mountain, and the cars that escaped from the Paradise Hall were inspected, and there were also people with guns patrolling the mountain roads. Unrelated people were free to leave, and the Executive Bureau was polite to them and would not embarrass them, but

If they are people on a certain list, they will be put in a black hood and put into a container truck.

Everyone on that list is a "ghost."

They are hybrids with dangerous bloodlines, and the Sheqi family will never allow these people to escape their control.

"Will they flee to the mountains?" Sakura said, "Maybe there is an underground passage in that casino."

Yuan Zhisheng did not take the document from Crow's hand. He looked at the burning Paradise Pavilion at the foot of the mountain, "Did you hear it? Someone is singing."

Crow and Sakura were stunned for a moment and concentrated on listening. Sure enough, someone was singing softly amidst the mountain breeze and the sound of wood burning.

It sounded like an extremely charming female voice.

"Is that the woman named Sakurai Kogure?" Crow asked. He was a layman and could not understand such an elegant art. Moreover, although the other party was singing Kabuki tunes, it was in Chinese, and he could not understand it even more.

, his Chinese is limited to "Have you eaten?"

"It should be." Yuan Zhisheng stood up slowly, "A person singing this kind of song in a building that is about to collapse must be thinking about someone, right? You stay here, I will go take a look, maybe I can ask

Something."

…

Yuan Zhisheng wrapped his hands with a handkerchief and pushed open the hot copper door.

I saw flames everywhere, the gauze curtains were burning, the ladies withered wood were burning, and the playing cards on the floor were burning and curling up. If the wood used to build the Paradise Pavilion had not been treated with chemicals and had good flame resistance,

This building has long since burned down.

Yuan Zhisheng picked up a burning card, lit a cigarette, and walked into the fire scene.

There is an extreme lack of oxygen in a fire scene, and a normal person might faint within a few seconds if he does this, but for a mixed race like him with extremely excellent bloodline, it is still bearable.

There were footsteps on the stairs, and the elegant girl walked down the steps slowly, her eyes shining brightly in the firelight.

Sakurai Kogure looked at Minamoto Chisheng below, smiled sweetly and bowed: "Welcome."

During the days when she was in charge of the Paradise Pavilion, she often greeted guests at the door, bowing and saying welcome to every regular guest. She would inevitably get tired of saying the same words a thousand times, but she was in an especially good mood when she said these words now.

.

Because she knew that this was the last time she said these words. She was actually exhausted. It was time to put down her heavy burden and fly away with the people behind her, even if they were going to a deeper abyss of hell than here.

Yuan Zhisheng was silent for a few seconds.

Because the singing didn't stop with the girl's appearance.

He misjudged!

There is not only "Ryoma" in this burning hall, but also another person.

But only three people on the list were arrested...

Is it the "Dragon King" or the "King General"?

He couldn't help but tighten the handle of the knife in his hand.

"Are you Mr. Nagamoto, the master of this family? Please come with me, someone wants to see you." Sakurai Kogure saluted.

She was wearing quaint and expensive clothes, and her eyes were shining brightly. She looked particularly graceful and luxurious tonight, simply exuding a radiant face.

Without waiting for Yuan Zhisheng's reply, she turned around and walked up the stairs.

The singing upstairs suddenly changed, from clear and bright to full of resentment and desolation. Yuan Zhisheng was suddenly horrified. This kind of singing made people couldn't help but think of a lonely soul crying in a well...

He looked at the stairs in front of him, and a horrifying suspicion emerged in his mind.

He suddenly remembered something.

Pure Japanese Kabuki can only be performed by men. Men who play women in Kabuki are called nagata. Nagata spend their whole lives observing, studying and imitating women. They understand the beauty of women better than women, and they must perform women's performances. Sexy and seductive, it is a kind of unparalleled illusory charm that is superior to real women, and the most gorgeous coquettishness in the world.

There is no need to rely on beauty, just singing and gestures can confuse all living beings.

Therefore, this charming-sounding female voice is actually a man!

He stepped up the stairs in silence. This Paradise Pavilion was about to collapse, but the people behind the scenes invited him kindly. He had no reason to back down. He came here just to reveal the secrets of the monsters, and he did not hesitate to commit a crime. Danger.

He walked up to the second floor, and Sakurai Kogure stood behind a man, with lowered eyebrows and eyes, as gentle as the traditional Japanese Yamato Nadeshiko.

The man in front of her sat cross-legged and slowly closed the white paper fan in his hand. The spring peaches in his hair fell, and his long hair was spread out like a black waterfall.

In the firelight, he slowly raised his head, revealing a face that looked similar to his.

After many years, the man smiled again, showing the most familiar look in his eyes.

He said:

"What a wonderful night, reunions are always enchanting."

"Brother, you came to see me again."

He raised his head and smiled, graceful and beautiful, just like the sword hidden in the sleeve of a noble girl.

But Minamoto Zhisheng, who is holding the spider cutter, is sharp and straight, like a long sword at the waist of a samurai.

His face was tense, and he stared at the man in front of him without blinking.

The man who should have died underground a long time ago.

Suddenly, the corpse that he had thrown into the ancient well in his memory stood up again. He walked and sang. His singing was like a mottled ancient painting, engraved with years of resentment and pain. Under the pale moonlight, he looked up, originally bright. The shining eyes are as dark as ink, flowing with bloody tears...

Damn it! He remembered! He remembered where the singing in his ears came from!

This ancient song comes from the famous Kabuki drama "Narukami". It is one of the most charming works in the famous drama handed down from generation to generation, and the reason why he can remember it...

It's because when he returned to the town for the last time, the young girl was singing this ancient song in the shrine!

That numbing feeling exploded from the depths of the soul, spreading all over the body, and it seemed as if there was an electric current spreading along the limbs and bones to the top of the forehead!

Over the years, he has been having a recurring dream. He dreamed of a pair of lifeless eyes at the bottom of a deep well looking up at the sky on a miserable rainy night. He leaned down from the edge of the well to look at the corpse, and the corpse slowly stretched out its hands. Pulling him towards the well, he could not resist, and finally lay down next to the corpse, and they slept in each other's arms.

And the corpse is Yuan Jingnu.

He killed his brother with his own hands, buried him with his own hands, and stayed in that nightmare moment for the rest of his life.

Just because my brother is a ghost, the devil has taken over his body.

This is the price he pays for justice.

From then on, he no longer cared about using violence against ghosts, because he had paid the most expensive price in the world.

From then on, he began to want to escape from the city. The position of the patriarch or the overwhelming power were not important to him. He lived in the pain of killing his brother for his short life.

Ranwen

He naively believed that as long as he left this country and went to a world where no one knew him, he could bury all the past and start over.

So after that he was both a madman and a coward.

But fate... actually gave him a second chance.

Many years later, Yuan Zhennu came to him again, her face and eyes were vaguely the same as before, but his appearance was so sudden, giving him no time to prepare.

He didn't even have time to think about how he would meet his young girl again one day.

With silence, with tears, or with the edge of a knife?

He raised the blade in his hand as if he wanted to kill any ghost in the past.

But she couldn't help but use all her strength to hug him...

So he picked up the knife.

But he didn't take a step.

His face was expressionless, and there was murderous intent and pain in his eyes, as well as a sense of confusion as the past caught up with him.

He recalled the scene from the last time in his mind. He hugged the girl tightly, but the blade in his hand penetrated into the girl's chest. He twisted the handle of the knife hollowly in his heart, shattering his heart with warmth.

Blood splattered all over his chest...

They embrace each other like brothers and kill each other like enemies.

No……

The young girl did not resist, he just hugged himself, raised his head and said happily -

"Brother, you are back."

Yuan Zhisheng suddenly retreated and suddenly woke up.

He woke up from the nightmare and fell into a nightmare that he didn't know how long it had been.

In the nightmare, he went back to that rainy night, back to the small mountain town. The shrine named Shikatori stood under the dark night. A clear stream passed through the town. The whole town was sleeping in the continuous rain.
To be continued...