Since half a month ago, there had been a series of murders in Nara City.
Every night, a decapitated corpse would appear on the streets. For half a month, there was not a single day of interruption. There were rich traces of Origin Substance left at the scene. Without a doubt, it was done by an Ascendant.
Including today, sixteen people's heads had been chopped off.
The identities of the dead were irregular.
There were ordinary office workers, Ascendants, and even an attendant of a minister … but the ending was undoubtedly the same. Their necks were cut off by the same mistake.
They gave death cleanly and then turned around and left without any reluctance, not leaving any clues for the pursuers.
They mysteriously melted into the night.
Only a tragic scene and full of ridicule was left.
Horn Mountain lowered his head in shame. "I'm incompetent. I'm a step late again."
He was so close to catching that guy's tracks.
"Continue to investigate."
Inu Jiang said, "Now that such a big mess has happened in the city before the start of the Imperial Chef Demon Duel, I'm afraid that the Luming Hall will use this as a pretext to make a fuss and say that we have failed in our duty …"
"Heh." A disdainful sneer came from below. "Wasn't this sent by them?"
Inu Jiang raised his eyes and looked over. "Jiu Lang –"
"Am I wrong, Mr. Inu Jiang?" The young man whispered angrily, "They single-handedly forced the death of the uncle who begged for his life for the Riken family back then, and now they're hypocritically accusing us of failing in our duty? They want to accuse us … "
"Jiu Lang!"
Inu Jiang raised his voice and raised his old eyes. He warned word by word, "This is not something you can interrupt!"
The young man stubbornly raised his head and asked, "Am I not a warrior of the Riken family?"
"If it was two hundred years ago, a warrior of the Riken family would have been ordered to commit seppuku if he dared to say such ungrateful words here!"
Inu Jiang coldly retorted, "You're not the master yet. Wait until you sit in that position, then think about how to give orders to us old men!
Now, before I get angry, go back to your room. This is not a place for you to behave atrociously! "
Jiu Lang's face flushed red. Soon, he lowered his head and left.
The door closed.
Beside Quan Jiang, the old warrior sighed. "Jiu Lang died in grief. He was still young and had no intention of offending you."
"Who doesn't know?" Quan Jiang shook his head and sighed: "Otherwise, if it was someone with ulterior motives, I would have cut off his head in front of all of you."
Jiu Lang, Lijian Jingjiang, was the nephew of the previous generation's Lijian Buer.
Rijian Fuji didn't have any children of his own. Since Jiulang was young, Rijian Fuji treated him as his own child. And after the previous generation's master was demoted and 'died of shame', the one who suffered the most was undoubtedly him.
Now that the young people had said such rude words, the old people could understand, but they couldn't indulge them.
Driving him away was already the greatest protection he could offer.
The meeting must continue.
After settling the remaining trivial matters, Quan Jiang tiredly raised his hand to rub the bridge of his nose. He closed his eyes and sighed. Picking up a towel, he casually wiped his face and forced himself to stay alert.
He was already old.
One hundred sixty-four years old.
He had almost witnessed the recent history of the Rijian family. From an unknown warrior, he gradually became Quan Jiang, who inherited the name of the Eight Dogs of Rijian.
It could be said that in addition to being the master, this old man was the real backbone and backbone of the Rijian family. And Quan Jiang had always been trusted by the previous masters because of his restraint of power and loyalty to the family.
The generations that grew up after experiencing the Age of Turmoil, no matter how ambitious they were, understood how important the existence of the family was.
Only by being closely united and seeking survival together could they survive in the increasingly dangerous situation.
Unfortunately, the young people today didn't think like that …
Since the previous generation, the struggle had been out of control.
Now, as the general gradually took over the emperor, everyone in the entire Yingzhou was swaying in the huge political vortex. It was difficult for them to control themselves … No, it should be said that the moment the country's door was opened by the black ship of Rome, the era had changed.
After resting for a moment, he forced himself to stay alert and looked at the seven people around him.
The Eight Dogs of Rijian.
Now, the eight retainers of the Rijian family who held different rights, after losing the master, the eight people who could represent the Rijian family were all here.
"After a few days, I believe everyone already has a list in their hearts, right?"
In the silence, the warriors who were no longer young slowly nodded and shared the information they had investigated.
In the end, they might become the next master.
At the front, needless to say, was the adopted son of the previous master, Jiu Lang, Rijian Jiu Jing.
Then, it was the younger brother of the previous master, Rijian Jiu, who had hurriedly returned from America.
The person in charge of Rijian Jiaguanshan Group, Rijian Jiu Jing.
Rijian Zhengping from the Russian Federation.
…
In the end, the last son of the Rijian family, Rijian Hu Po.
"It's ridiculous!"
During the banquet, an elder roared angrily, "The daughter of a sinner who betrayed Yingzhou and was exiled to Dongxia, the Luming Hall actually recognized her talent? A bunch of idiots! What on earth are those guys thinking?! "
Quan Jiang raised his eyes and said calmly, "Hu Po's father is also someone who sacrificed for the family. In my opinion, she's no different from the other juniors. They're all children of the Rijian family. "
"Mr. Quan Jiang, don't you understand why she's here?"
"Could it be that her purpose is different from the other people's?" Quan Jiang raised his voice and asked back. He looked around solemnly, "Since she's the blood of the Rijian family, she's qualified to inherit the position of the master of the Rijian family. Everyone, don't lose your duty!"
Everyone lowered their eyes respectfully and no longer objected.
In the silence, Quan Jiang suddenly couldn't help but sneer at himself.
He was the one who exiled Hu Po back then.
At this moment, the others probably scolded him for being old and confused, right? But at the same time, in his eyes, there was no difference between Rijian Hu Po and the other juniors.
As for why the Luming Hall would recognize her bloodline and an exiled person in the Social Security Bureau, he could roughly understand the consideration behind it.
There was no other reason. It was simply … the balance of two evils.
It wasn't because of some noble and pitiful reason to give a sinner a chance to prove themselves and atone for their sins. It wasn't because they believed that Hu Po would emerge from the mud without being stained.
It was purely because she reaped what she sowed.
The result of having no power outside and gradually losing control inside.
— Denying the blood of the Chinese and rejecting the infiltration of the Dongxia lineage, which result was more serious?
No matter what Rijian Hu Po did, there was no doubt that she had the direct bloodline of the master of the Rijian family. At the same time, she was the orthodox Chinese.
As for the possibility of colluding with external powers … Ha, were there few people who colluded with external powers?
Each and every one of them was like a wanderer waiting for a good price. It was despicable.
And now, among the successors of the Rijian family, who knew how much sand had been mixed in. Who knew how many people had already chosen a side for themselves.
General, His Majesty, various ministers … and even others in a mess.
When they chose the Cooking Demon to represent them in the duel, they themselves had already become the representatives of others.
"But what does this have to do with us old people?"
Quan Jiang lowered his eyes and lowered his head to look at the bland tea in the cup, shaking his head mockingly. "You say it as if the Rijian family can still decide on their own."
He made it sound as if the real House of Insight could still exist after this turmoil.
He closed his eyes.
He sighed tiredly.
.
.
The next day, noon.
In the Yingzhou style banquet hall, there was complete silence.
It was clearly the most lively time for lunch, but the people sitting behind each seat were expressionless. Those old people were eating in silence, and when the young people looked at each other, their eyes seemed to be able to produce sparks.
It was clearly a banquet meticulously prepared by a famous chef, but it was tasteless.
Only a country bumpkin was still wolfing down his food and surfing Twitter mindlessly. He was so amused by the funny artist that he burst into laughter. After eating, he wiped his mouth and slowly moved to the side of the beauty next to him like a hamster.
He tugged at her sleeve.
"Miss Huai Zhi, Miss Huai Zhi, I heard there's a hot spring behind …" Zhen Xi blinked her big curious eyes. "After lunch, let's go to the hot spring together!"
"…"
Under the strange eyes of the others, Huai Shi couldn't help but want to sigh.
Miss Zhen Xi, is Ning as stupid as the Rijian family?
No, why can't you learn to read the air that you Yingzhou people are so proud of?
Let me take a good look at the atmosphere!
Hot spring?
If I were a competitor, I would have used up all the hot spring water and replaced it with sulfuric acid!
Although he was complaining about Zhen Xi's carelessness in his heart, he still maintained a dignified look on the surface. He ate his meal slowly, his posture was elegant, and his movements were graceful.
No matter how harsh the standard was to judge, it was impossible to find any flaw in that pleasing posture.
Today's Miss Huai Zhi was still perfect.
She was only wearing the guest bathrobe sent by the attendants, but it was as if she was wearing a gorgeous Tang suit, constantly exuding an indescribable charm to the surroundings.
The iconic cowherd business smile that he learned from Old Liu was changed here, the green was better than the master, forming a smile that made it difficult for people to look away.
Especially when he looked at the end of the table, at a certain stinky sister that he hadn't seen for a long time … it made him even happier.
Thinking up to this point, he secretly took out his phone and sent an email over with a wicked sense of humor.
[Dear Hu Po, I'm here!]
In the crowd, under the cold, hostile, and hostile gazes of many blood relatives, Hu Po was still eating calmly when he noticed the vibration of his phone on the table.
He looked down.
Then his eyeballs almost fell out … the hand that was holding the rice trembled.
[Where the hell are you?]
[Your home, your bed is so big and comfortable …]
¿¿
Hu Po felt like he was upside down.
He couldn't understand what was happening at all.
What kind of stupid thing was this guy saying!
[… Am I behind the times? What kind of joke is this? Are you going to stop being a cowherd and talk about Luo Yu?]
[No, this is the truth. I arrived three days early, and then your family invited me over. They treated me well with good food and drinks, warm and hospitable, much better than the cold treatment of a poor little girl. Are you jealous?]
Are you f * cking kidding me?
She typed a greeting without hesitation, but before she could finish, she froze for a moment and realized that something was wrong.
The atmosphere around them changed.
Just as she and Huai Shi were focused on connecting the lines, the gazes around them gradually became strange. Astonishment, confusion, shock, confusion, and greed.
No, they weren't looking at her, but … behind her?
She frowned and finally heard a soft breathing behind her.
She turned around abruptly and saw a face that was inches away.
A pair of big, watery eyes, flirtatious and pure, like a white lotus that bloomed in green tea.
Wearing a green bathrobe, the woman who had arrived at some point in time knelt behind Hu Po. Her long hair was tied into a ponytail that fell over her left shoulder.
She raised her hand and tucked her hair behind her ear.
Her smile was gentle.
But for Hu Po, the horror came suddenly, accompanied by the horror of the past and the memories of despair that rose in her heart.
She was so frightened that she almost jumped on the spot, wanting to draw her sword.
Luo Xian?!
No, this is …
At that moment, under everyone's gaze, Miss Huai Shi bent down slightly and intimately leaned close to her ear, greeting her with a deep voice that she hadn't heard in a long time.
"Are you stupid, stupid sister?"
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