Thanks to Mo Qianye's foresight, the four of them could not see clearly because they were wearing stockings on their faces. Therefore, the few wanted notices issued by the police afterwards only included their heights, general appearance and other basic information, and did not give them any information.

What trouble did Mo Qianye's mission bring?

Don’t drink too much alcohol. This term was coined by countless predecessors after personal experiments. It means that although the wine is good, don’t drink too much. Even Japanese sake with a low alcohol content will make you extremely drunk after drinking too much.

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Mo Qianye woke up with a headache caused by a hangover in the morning. He sat up from the bed and held his forehead. He shook his head vigorously in an attempt to relieve the headache and at the same time clear his mind. How much alcohol did he drink last night?

What? Seven bottles, or eight bottles? Forget it, these are not important questions. The most important thing is that I got a photo recording the dark history of Caesar Gattuso!

Caesar, who was willing to admit defeat, came to the Cowherd shop that he had booked in advance from the Mint Club early, put on a Cowherd costume, imitated the way other Cowherds entertained guests, and entertained Mo Qianye with his poor acting skills.

When they were with the group, Mo Qianye quietly took this historic photo with his mobile phone. He estimated that if he sold this photo to Fingel, the headlines on the campus news network tomorrow would be: [Shocked

!The president of the student union actually went to the sea to be a cowherd!]

【Trapped by money, Caesar Gattuso sold himself to pay off his debts! 】

"Hehe...hehe...hehehe——!"

"Who is laughing so obscenely so early in the morning?"

At this time, the humanoid object curled up in the quilt next to Mo Qianye suddenly made a muffled sound. Mo Qianye glared at Lu Mingfei, who slept next to him last night, and kicked him with his quilt.

Asahina Mikuru rolled out of bed with the pillows in her arms.

"Get up, lazy boy, the sun is about to scorch your butt!"

...

"It's only six o'clock in the morning. Where does the sun come from? It's obviously just an excuse to avenge a personal vendetta."

Last night, when Yuan Zhisheng came to the store to pick up everyone back to the hotel, he was unable to see the scene in front of him and held his forehead with his hands, and then asked Yaksha and Crow to move the drunkards who had slept to death back.

Hotel room.

Caesar was sitting on the sofa on the left, with his head tilted back on the sofa. The belt of his cowherd uniform was untied, and his clothes were loosened halfway to reveal his solid chest. Chu Zihang was sitting on the sofa in front of him with Murasame in his arms.

His upper eyes were closed, as if he was meditating. But if Mo Qianye, who was sitting next to him, was moved away, Yuan Zhisheng believed that Chu Zihang, who had lost his support, would sleep in a funny posture like Lu Mingfei. Because

Lu Mingfei fell down on the sofa, with his left foot on Mo Qianye's thigh and his right foot on the sofa. His mouth was open and drooling, and he occasionally scratched his chest. He must have been dreaming.

Looking at himself in the mirror with his chicken coop-shaped hair, Mo Qianye turned on the faucet and wet his hands. Then he briefly combed his hair, then tore open the disposable toiletries provided by the hotel and removed the remaining residue in his mouth.

After the alcohol smell was washed away, I took a breath to make sure it was all gone.

At this time, Lu Mingfei had just finished taking a bath and put on a bath towel and came out of the bathroom. Mo Qianye took his hand, put on a bath towel and went into the bathroom to take a bath and put on a new one.

After putting on his clothes, he gave the clothes that were stained with the smell of alcohol last night to the waiter for dry cleaning. Then he took the elevator and yawned from time to time to the first floor, where Yuan Zhisheng had been waiting for a long time.

"Qianye, aren't you going?" Lu Mingfei said somewhat unclearly, holding a piece of bread in his mouth.

"I don't need it," Mo Qianye shook his head and said, "You have also seen the itinerary. Except for a visit to Genji Heavy Industries, the rest is just for fun... In fact, a visit to Genji Heavy Industries is considered fun. I

I don’t feel like there’s anything special there, especially since you don’t need to intern here in the future.”

"In addition, thanks to your blessing, the Director-General gave me a few days off. I plan to take advantage of the holiday to travel around Tokyo."

"Well, take care then." After hearing Mo Qianye's words, Lu Mingfei nodded, then got into the car and left the hotel.

Although he really wanted to drive a Beetle and stroll along the highways throughout Tokyo's 23 wards, the traffic environment in Tokyo was comparable to that of Guangzhou, forcing Mo Qianye to give up the four-wheeled Beetle and choose

I bought a bicycle with two wheels and pedaled around Tokyo with both feet.

There are many attractions in Tokyo for tourists to visit, including Sensoji Temple, Tokyo Skytree, Meiji Jingu Shrine, and, yes, Tokyo Disneyland!

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At this moment, Genji Heavy Industries is inside Xingshen Temple.

Except for the head of the Uesugi family, who suddenly felt unwell, and the head of the Minamoto family, who went to pick up the Kassel students in the morning, the other six heads of the Sheqi family were gathered at the table at this time.

"Everyone," Tachibana Masamune suddenly stood up and bowed to everyone present.

Several other family heads were stunned at first, but they quickly reacted and stood up one by one. At the same time, the heads of the Sakurai family and the Ryoma family who were closest to Tachibana Masamune hurriedly stopped Tachibana Masamune, "Mr. Masamune, what are you doing?!

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"Everyone," Tachibana Masamune straightened up again, but did not sit down, "I have caused trouble for everyone."

"I have been your patriarch for ten years. In the past ten years, I have been fortunate to know you all, to be recognized by you, and to share this history with you. I have lived these years without any regrets. Thanks to your care over the years, I have managed to survive

We maintain this family diligently, but many things are not done perfectly, causing trouble for you all." Mr. Masamune said.

"It's Mr. Masamune who takes care of us," said the head of the Feng Mo family.

"Mr. Masamune is taking care of us!" everyone said in unison.

"We are all a family. I really try to take care of you. I hope you can live a good life. You also really take care of me. Without your efforts, I, the patriarch, would have been dead long ago." Mr. Masamune waved to everyone.

sit down.

He paused: "Many people here know that I was not born in Japan. It is an unexpected honor for me to be elected as the head of the family. But in the past ten years, I have really neglected my duty a lot.

I think you all know that in the past ten years, we have lost a lot of territory and a lot of compatriots. Every year I have to attend funerals of one kind or another, wearing a black kimono and sunglasses to hide my grief. After the war, Japan became increasingly

We have become more and more prosperous, and our family has also prospered. However, our enemies have become stronger and stronger, and I have not been able to defeat them."

"These are not your responsibilities, Mr. Masamune. You have already taken the lead in fighting against the fierce ghosts. Without you, the family's situation would be even more critical." The head of the Feng Mo family said.

Mr. Masamune stretched out his hand to indicate that he did not need to comfort himself: "Today I want to tell you a story first. The protagonist of this story is Sakurai Akira."

Yuan Zhisheng was slightly startled.

"He was born into the Sakurai family and is considered a healthy child in all respects. However, when he was five years old, he was found to have unstable bloodline. In other words, he is a 'ghost'. After the test is completed, he is no longer ours."

A compatriot, he became the target of our surveillance. He was sent to a boarding school in the mountains of Kobe, and he never came out again until he was twenty-three years old. He was such a lonely child, and only one person went there every year.

Visiting him is not his parents, but the law enforcer of the family. He has never had a girlfriend, birthday cake, amusement park, or graduation trip. Everyone should be able to understand how much he wants these things, but

Because he is a ghost, he cannot get it." Mr. Masamune's voice sounded like an ancient bell, "One day someone gave him a medicine, saying that the medicine could purify his bloodline and give him strength and freedom. You guys

How can such a young man refuse such temptation?"

"He injected the potion into his body and awakened the dragon's blood in his body. He did gain strength and freedom, but it was only for fifteen days. After fifteen days, he was erased by the Executive Bureau. Director of the Executive Bureau

Gen Zhisheng personally carried out the obliteration." Mr. Masamune sighed, "In fifteen days, he raped and killed many women. He vented his desires crazily, like a man who has been hungry for too long and wants to eat something he hasn't eaten.

Make it all up."

"What do you think of the young man who died?" Mr. Masamune looked around, "Do you hate him? Do you hate him? Do you despise him? Or is he pitiful, pathetic, and shameful?"

No one answered, it was a puzzling question among the Sheqi family.

For a long time, the Sheqi Eight Family's policy towards mixed breeds has always been to monitor and control mixed breeds with high risk bloodlines, to neglect those with low risk bloodlines, and to accommodate those with fighting ability but low risk bloodlines.

All mixed race people have always believed in this creed.

But now, they have begun to doubt the creed they have adhered to for thousands of years. Is the creed we have always adhered to wrong?

"My answer is that he is both pitiful and hateful. I pity him because he has never seen the outside world. Because of his own blood, he cannot see this beautiful world. What is hateful about him is that he accepted their

Temptation, using this power full of taboos, took away the lives of many innocent civilians!"

"The analysis results of the Yanliu Research Institute have come out. That potion does have the effect of activating dragon blood. It was developed to help hybrids evolve into real dragons. So, who seduced Sakurai Akira into

Did you give this potion to him?"

"Fierce ghosts!" said the head of the Feng Mo family.

"That's right, no one except them has the guts to confront the Jakihachi family in Japan!" Fuma Kotaro also said, "And I didn't think so before, but now that I think about it, the number of deadpools has indeed increased recently.

, there is no doubt that they are abusing this evolutionary drug!"

"We must strengthen the protection of hybrid supervision facilities. If a large amount of evolutionary medicine is sent to the hands of those children by the fierce ghosts, the consequences will be disastrous." Yuan Zhisheng said solemnly.

"Everyone," Tachibana Masamune said loudly, interrupting the noisy crowd, "It is true that it was the fierce ghosts who did it. And we also need to strengthen the protection of those dangerous hybrids as Jiao Sheng said. However, these are just symptoms.

Rather than treating the root cause. If you want to cut off the danger caused by this evolutionary drug at the root, the best solution is to permanently wipe out the fierce ghosts!"

The various family heads were silent.

Indeed, eradicating the fierce ghosts is the best strategy, but... that is by no means an easy task, so it requires great determination!

Mr. Masamune turned to the head of the Feng Mo family and said, "Mr. Feng Mo must have heard of the term 'Road to the Underworld'."

The head of the Feng Mo family pondered for a moment and nodded slightly: "Since that man burned down the family archives, a lot of previous information has been lost, especially those absurd things. Today's younger generations rarely hear about the Road to Underworld.

But in the hearts of the fierce ghosts, that is the road to salvation. The fierce ghosts believe that there is a way in the world that can allow hybrids to evolve into pure-blooded dragons."

"Pure-blooded dragon?" The other family heads looked at the Fuma family leader in shock. Only the Uesugi family head played with the corners of her clothes. From the beginning to the end, she remained indifferent to anything anyone said and expressed very clearly, "I'm just here to attend."

What you say has nothing to do with me."

"The only result of being swallowed by dragon blood is to become a deadpool. I have never heard of a hybrid that can evolve into a real dragon." The head of the Sakurai family said.

"So I said it was a ridiculous legend," said the head of the Fengma family. "The myth says that Izanagi, the father of the gods, once followed a mysterious road to the underworld to save his wife. That is the so-called Road to the Underworld.

It is a path without light, winding deep into the mountains, as winding as a sheep's intestines. A living person can reach the netherworld through that path. Because the path of evolution is extremely mysterious and dangerous, the ghosts use the "Road to the Underworld" to hide their secrets.

Refers to the method of evolution. This is the forbidden road. Even if you can find that road, 999 people out of a thousand will walk into a maze that will never come out. Only the person with the strongest will can

Distinguish the true path from thousands of paths. But even the most enthusiastic people have never found a single clue. They only know the name from ancient documents."

"But for thousands of years, the fierce ghosts have continued to pursue the road to the underworld. This is the belief of the fierce ghosts." Mr. Masamune said, "Now they have finally found some clues."
Chapter completed!