Hearing the news of the clan leader's death, everyone was like a bolt from the blue, so much so that they did not hear what Murayama said after that. The clan leader had always been the only hope of this group of people. As long as the clan leader was still alive, everyone had hope of surviving. They could escape relatively smoothly every time and live a stable life for a while. However! Now that there was no hope, despair surged into his heart. It was as if he had hope of escaping the abyss but was swallowed by a demon halfway.
The demons were surrounding them.
For a moment, everyone stood rooted to the ground. No one talked or moved…
This day had finally come, everyone thought.
The silence did not last long.
After a while.
Until a plump woman could not stand the fear and suddenly shouted and fled into the distance, shocking everyone's hearts that had become extremely fragile due to extreme nervousness.
Only then did everyone react. They didn't have the time to pack their luggage or find their way.
At this moment, nothing seemed to be that important. He only wanted to escape and survive.
Some would still follow their loved ones, while others would abandon everything and run away alone…
There was no time to care about others.
Murayama looked at the scattered crowd and sighed. They quickly found Haruka Kazuko who was running around in the crowd.
He remembered that there was still an important thing to do, and it had to be done.
At this time, Murayama had returned to its usual calm. Come with me quickly.
Sadako, you should come over and hide first. They won't be able to find us for a while.
At this time, Zhi and Xiangzi seemed to be unable to turn back. Because Xiangzi had just learned the news, she still could not accept the death of her grandfather and was sobbing loudly. It was dangerous.
Haruka, who was holding Kaho's hand tightly, recovered from his shock and followed his father into his grandfather's bedroom. Sadako was watching the situation from behind.
Tragedy was happening…
Although he already knew the news of his grandfather's death, it could not be compared to seeing it with his own eyes.
Staring at his usually kind grandfather lying in a pool of blood, Zhi felt as if his heart had been twisted. Although he always felt that he was out of place in this world, this grandfather was the person who cared about him the most. No one could compare to him. He was speechless.
She would always protect him when he made a mistake, and she would always be concerned about his worries and troubles. Perhaps he didn't know what was troubling Zhi, but he would always try to take the initiative to comfort him. Even if Zhi didn't accept these things, he would always trust Zhi. He had a paranoia towards Zhi.
Murayama looked at Haruka and patted his back gently. Sadako also grabbed Haruka's small hand and comforted the crying Kaoko. Before he could say any words of comfort, Murayama reached out with his other hand to touch a mechanism beside the room. The stone slabs under the room slowly moved to the sides, revealing a secret passage that could allow one person to go down.
Come down with me. Murayama called out to the two people who were still in a state of sadness.
Sadako stayed behind to bring up the rear and gave Murayama a warning before he left.
There was no light in the dark tunnel. Murayama walked towards a stone room with his back hunched. He groped for the door and pushed it open. It took him a while to open it. It was obvious that he had never been to this place before. When he opened it, a majestic atmosphere suddenly pressed down on him. Murayama, Kazuharu, and Kaoko could not stand this aura and fell down one by one. The aura disappeared.
It was awe-inspiring and solemn.
This aura?
Come in with me. Murayama climbed up in a sorry state. He did not expect such a situation.
He slowly groped his way forward. Murayama opened the stone room and lit a candle. The light illuminated the room as he searched for something.
The stone room was not as magnificent as he had imagined. There were walls of light on all sides, and there was nothing. There were only four paintings hanging on one wall of the stone room. Judging from the aura just now, it should have come from there.
The ancient scroll was painted with the aura of history, telling the story of the ancient times.
Upon closer inspection, each of the four paintings depicted a different situation. One was a painting of the Eight Trigrams representing Yin and Yang, one was a painting of a mysterious seal restriction, one was a painting of a pill that emitted a strange aura, and the last was a painting of a sword that was filled with a murderous aura.
These four paintings are probably depicting the mysterious profession of Onmyoji, but we know very little about the details.
The four paintings basically represented the development of Onmyoji. However, with the extinction of the Onmyoji race, some of the ancient history and information had long been lost, and the mysteries behind it were unknown. Murayama tried to take down the second, third, first, and fourth paintings. A small hole slowly appeared on the originally smooth wall behind the four paintings. Murayama carefully took out what was in the small hole-a green-purple scroll.
Murayama looked at the scroll with a complicated expression and sighed quietly...
At this moment, Zhi and Kaho were also watching. However, Kaho was clearly not interested in what was happening. She was still immersed in her grief, while Zhi was extremely curious about this scroll.
There seemed to be a hint of intimacy?
Cure! Come here. Murayama called out to Osamu, who was staring at the scroll. Osamu walked over curiously when he heard Murayama calling him. The old scroll was filled with an ancient aura, and a mysterious summoning attracted him. It was as if there was a voice in his heart saying, get it, get it! When Zhi gradually approached the scroll, there seemed to be some strange movements.
Ah! Murayama exclaimed.
A blinding light flashed, and Haruka, Murayama, and Kaoko were blindfolded.
The scroll suddenly appeared in Zach's hand.
I'm not from this world. What's the mysterious connection? What was this?
Murayama saw the scroll disappear from his hand and suddenly appear in Zhi's hand.
He seemed to have recalled some things. Could this be what you said? Father…Murayama seemed to be deep in thought.
So that was the case?
The purple scroll wasn't tied, but it was naturally closed. If he wasn't surprised, he wouldn't be able to open it with brute force. There seemed to be cracks spreading on the surface, and patterns like the Yin Yang Eight Trigrams were engraved on it, giving off a terrifying aura.
What was recorded in this scroll?
This should be the only thing left of us Yin-Yang Masters, and perhaps…our only hope. Murayama said in a deep voice.
Zhi nodded his head in a half-understanding manner.
Alright! Zhi, Xiangzi, let's hurry up and leave. We don't know when those people will come. Murayama saw that the scroll was already in his hands and felt slightly relieved. He quickly reminded him.
Yes!
Yes!
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The uninvited guest had arrived.
……
At this moment, in the forest not far away, a group of men in black were walking through the treetops without saying a word. The entire team was very serious and looked well-trained. Looking at the direction they were heading, it was the place where they lived.
Number One, Number Three, Number Four, Number Five, you guys are in charge of chasing down the fleeing Onmyoji clansmen. Number Six and Number Seven are in charge of searching for scrolls with me and cleaning up the fish that slipped through the net. The leader of the group ordered.
Yes!
Yes!
Yes!
Start the operation!
After a simple order, the men in black began to spread out and gradually surrounded the place where the people of Zhi He were.
The tense atmosphere filled the air, and the smell of blood permeated the air.
The clansmen who were fleeing everywhere did not realize that danger had arrived until the number of people fleeing decreased one by one, and finally reduced from dozens to a few people.
Xiao Ye! Xiao Ye! My child…where are you?
A woman who could not find her child shouted. She grabbed everyone who passed by her and asked, but no one answered, and no one knew. In the pitch-black night, she seemed so helpless. Under the night sky, a black shadow flashed past her back, and the bitter medicine slid across her neck. She died silently in the crowd, and the mother's body fell. Perhaps she would see her son underground.
The black Agony Supreme was dripping blood drop by drop. In the silent night, lives were being harvested. Blood flowed down the ground into the river. Under the bright moonlight, the dark red river water looked so dazzling.
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