My Japanese Story Is a Bit Sweet

Fujiwara Star opened the door, and what appeared before him was a room with several large bookshelves arranged like a maze.

The walls and ceiling, as well as passages, are buried in the bookshelves, piled up with various ancient Japanese books and scrolls, portraits of foreign countries, and some objects of unknown purpose.

Opened books, pens with dry ink scattered on the floor, and even a bookshelf was overturned and fell sideways between the passages.

Fujiwara Hoshizora walked a few steps, passed through this room, and came to the door of the Japanese room on the inside.

This rectangular, black-and-white decorated Japanese room has an altar in the middle. A few white candles were placed on the altar, and the candlelight faintly reflected the scenery in the room.

There are emerald green willow branches and pottery on the altar table. The white copper plate is filled with salt and rice. The bottle is filled with water and sake. In addition, there are sea bream and several fruits and vegetables.

On the other side of the altar was placed a magic talisman with thick ink marks, which looked like it had just been painted.

Fujiwara Star's gaze fell in front of the altar, and Ibaraki Toshi sat there with his back to the door, and the light from the window reflected on him, showing a faint golden luster.

"What are you doing?" He pulled out the ghost and asked calmly.

Ibaraki did not look back, "I am waiting for you."

"Wait." The ghost in Fujiwara Hoshizora's hand pointed at his back, "What then?"

After hearing Fujiwara Star's concise words, Ibaraki Doko replied: "I want to have a chat with you."

"At this point, what else is there to talk about?"

"Can't you wait now?"

"To be precise, I can't wait."

Fujiwara Starry sky said coldly. There was no emotion in his voice, but the plain tone was transformed into oppressive force, exuding a terror that was suppressed like a standing lion.

Ibaraki Doko chuckled softly, "You altar."

He turned away from the subject happily, and Fujiwara Star's gaze fell to the top of the altar.

Doko Ibaraki drew something on the paper with a brush. There was no sense of solemn ritual in his movements, and it looked more like a child scribbling happily at will.

Fujiwara Hoshizora looked away from the altar, and fell back behind Doji Ibaraki: "What do you mean?"

"On the last day of Meng Lan Bon Festival, you said that if the undead of those ancestors cannot return to another world in time, what will happen to this world?"

"What do you want to say?" Fujiwara Star frowned.

"The function of this altar is to close the passage so that the undead of the ancestors cannot return to where they should go. Now, the sacrifice is ready, and it only takes me a thought to start."

"Is this your next move?" Fujiwara Stars felt very tricky. One thing that is certain is that if a large number of dead souls stay in the real world, it will definitely bring immeasurable consequences.

"Haha..."

Ibaraki Doko laughed loudly, Fujiwara Hoshizora could not see his expression, but saw his back trembling with laughter.

At this time, he finally turned his head to face the Fujiwara starry sky, his eyes exuding a faint smile, "Sit down and see if you can convince me."

Fujiwara Hoshizora put away the knife and knelt down in front of him.

The moonlight fell on the deep courtyard, there were birds calling, and the silent atmosphere in the room lasted for a while. Ibaraki Dozi said lightly: "I didn't expect it. In the end, it was because I could not kill Xia Xilin, all my efforts were paid. East flow."

His tone was flat and self-deprecating, and Fujiwara Star shrugged: "She is my girlfriend."

"girlfriend……"

Ibaraki’s voice was a little hoarse, and he paused: "You, the US-Soviet dispute, is quite interesting. The representative of the proletariat eventually became the son-in-law of the capitalist class, which is interesting."

Fujiwara Starry Sky nodded slightly: "Yeah...It's really interesting. But what does it have to do with you?"

Ibaraki closed his eyes and opened them again after a while, with a calm tone: "Since you can see so many problems in this country, why stand on the opposite side of me?"

Fujiwara Stars shook his head, "I just stood on the opposite side of evil."

"There is no absolute good in this world, nor absolute evil. Good and evil are not static things, but constantly changing places and positions. A goodness may turn into evil in the next instant, and vice versa. ."

At this point, Toko Ibaraki speeded up his speech, "History is written by victors. After a hundred years, after a thousand years, time will prove that the evil of the present is the greatest good for the future."

"History is written by the victor..." Fujiwara Hoshizora looked indifferently, looking into his eyes, "This sentence is what the young colonel Piper said after the war. It does have a certain truth, otherwise. The sentence will not be eulogized. It's just that you missed the second half of the sentence, but the truth is only known to those who have witnessed it."

"It's like World War II. If the Communist Party were to win in World War II, then the atrocities they committed would be glorified, praised, and praised by future generations. But even now, there are still many victims of World War II still alive. What is the truth of history in the world? Their existence is the truth of history."

After saying this long paragraph, Fujiwara Hoshizora's eyes became sharp, "What you call "goodness to the future" is nothing more than your own subjective interpretation, even if I somewhat agree with your statement, it is not objective after all. Description. "Interpretation" is a speculation about the cause of a phenomenon, and "description" is the semantic representation of the phenomenon itself."

"Do you agree with me?" Ibaraki only grasped this important point and smiled: "Yes, only by sitting like me can you save this feudal country in the "modern" skin, isn't it right?"

Fujiwara Hoshizora sighed, "Sorry, I'm not interested in these."

"Why? If you are not interested, why would you sum up so many social ills, why can you point out the problem sharply? I really want to invite you to join my camp for a while."

Fujiwara Hoshizora said honestly: "I wrote those things for picking up girls."

"Pick up girls...?"

"Yes, I was so sensational when I was approaching Xia Xilin safely at the time." Fujiwara Xingkong remembered his previous sorrow operation, couldn't help but smiled, and then continued: "I am a mindless man. People, just want to live well with the people around me. For idealists like you, sorry, we can’t talk about it.”

"Idealist..." Ibaraki Toko murmured, and shook his head: "For an ordinary person, reality is the most important thing. Do whatever is beneficial. Everything else is imaginary. Their mantra is "adults." Only talk about benefits. ","Don't rectify those imaginary ones, tell me what you can get! "But it is clear that you are not an ordinary person, nor a person whose interests are paramount."

"You look at me up high." Fujiwara Starry sky arched his hands, "I am not as great as you think."

Doko Ibaraki looked directly at the Fujiwara starry sky, his eyes flashing with dangerous madness, and did not mean to joke at all: "You are like this because you have become the son-in-law of Natsuki's family, and you have become a vested interests?"

Fujiwara Starry sky is a little angry, why is this monster so savage, will he listen to others?

"Listen!"

He stood up and held it on the handle of the knife: "No matter what my identity is, I will not agree with your acting style!"

Ibaraki's lips trembled, as if to say something, but in the end he looked at him silently.

"A basic principle of modern civilization is that everyone’s life is equally precious. If you adhere to this principle, there will be no answers to many things. It can only be said that this is the price of civilization. If you deny this principle, it is the big picture in the movie. Villains, generally speaking, idealists are the big villains in movies."

"Do you know the big villain?" Fujiwara Xingkong roared, and slowly pulled out the ghost cut: "You know Thanos, don't you know what he is doing is similar to what you are now, sacrificing some people in exchange for the future, how great Ah! Dead, a few people to die is a big deal, right. Maybe you have to say, revolution, it’s not a treat to dinner, isn’t it normal to die? Shit, who the **** was born for being killed by you? Coming down? Have you ever thought about the **** because he died in your revolution, and has left eternal pain and fear in your life since then? Did the **** provoke you?"

Ibaraki Douzi stared at him blankly, looking at the expression on his face, as if looking at the mountains in the twilight, looking out into the fields, there was a slight coolness in the wind, and his heart suddenly felt melancholy.

"You are a curse for something like you!" Fujiwara Stars pointed Guiqiu straight at him, "Say a thousand words and ten thousand, you are just immersed in self-satisfaction, immersed in your own dream of saving the world!"

Ibaraki was silent for a long time.

In fact, he spent so many years decorating, naturally it is impossible to be persuaded so easily. From using his feelings with Rashomon, he made a plan to reopen Rashomon. Go secretly to control the Duxie Gang and use the Shadow Mountain Shipping to transport the monsters from overseas to come in. To deliberately let Yingshan Shipping be acquired by the Fourth House Consortium, and successfully pulled the Fourth House Consortium into its own camp, providing a lot of financial support for its own plan.

In addition, he also drew a lot of people from within Shinto by bewitching Tuyumen Yashiro. The urban legends created over the years have cleared many obstacles for him, and perfectly concealed his existence.

He carefully accumulated his strength, secretly operated his own business, and looked forward to the day when he could unknowingly rejuvenate the whole country.

But what happened in the past month completely disrupted his plan.

First, Rashomon’s plan was exposed in advance, and then the Duo Se Gang and Si Gong Shipping were hit by the Nine Divisions of precision. Years of hard work all turned into an empty basket in just one month.

More deadly, Rashomon was sealed once again, which meant that his plan was no longer likely to succeed.

And all these changes were caused by the person in front of him.

Ibaraki Toko looked at the Fujiwara starry sky with cold eyes, and said: "This altar has been activated now. You can't destroy it, but I can tell you that as long as you kill me, the altar will automatically collapse, and the dead can also be dead. Find the way back again."

Fujiwara Starry sky nodded, "I mean it."

In a calm and cold tone, he stated the thoughts in his heart. He held the knife and slashed it.

Ibaraki Doji's body disappeared at this moment.

At the moment Fujiwara Starry sky pierced through the sky, he turned on his skill perception, and then turned his eyes to look for his figure.

Over there!

When I turned my head and looked past, Ibaraki Doko's appearance had changed greatly. His eyes were bloodshot with dissatisfaction, and saliva slowly flowed out from the corners of his mouth. He roared at the Fujiwara starry sky, his eyes dilated.

Before the Fujiwara starry sky came, the demon power rolled up a huge vortex around him. The originally stable courtyard began to tremble as if it had been hit by a typhoon.

And Ibaraki Doko's current appearance is simply the incarnation of a ghost.

One-armed, with a bronze mask on his face.

The upper body is naked, and the lower body is wearing leather Japanese trousers. Thick rope-like muscles bulge under the bare dark red skin, and the two horns on the top of the head have also become thicker and larger, slamming sharply toward the sky like two swords.

With that appearance and the ghost of the ancient legend retreating, Fujiwara Xingkong felt a sense of oppression facing the giant beast, a hideous and cunning unknown creature, this was the enemy he was facing now.

"Come on... this is my monster body!"

Ibaraki Boy shouted hoarsely and took a step.

As he walked, a wave of majestic demon power fluctuations burst out, with a "bang!" The shock wave raged in all directions in the form of demon fire centered on him. These scorching flames instantly engulfed the surrounding buildings and trees, and everything in sight sank into the sea of ​​flames.

With a strong impact and overwhelming heat coming, Fujiwara Stars Kyouji with one hand quickly opened an enchantment to block him.

"boom!"

A violent explosion sounded immediately, and the dark sky was briefly reflected into daylight.

The fire was great, and the stones splashed.

Amidst the dust rising to the sky, Fujiwara Starry Sky forced to suppress the excitement in his heart, holding the knife, and walking towards Doko Ibaraki.

The flames were still raging everywhere, the stone slabs on the ground had begun to melt, and the buildings in the courtyard were also burning one after another. In the flames, Ibaraki Toko squinted his eyes and looked a little surprised.

"Can take my blow~www.NovelMTL.com~ It seems you are much stronger."

"Senior goodbye for three days..." Fujiwara Xingkong smiled faintly, his expression uneasy.

"Then see how long you can struggle..."

Then, Doko Ibaraki suddenly widened his eyes, he barked his teeth and cracked his mouth, releasing violent fluctuations of demon power.

As soon as the demon power was released, it instantly drifted away from the burning flame, which also caused the temperature in the courtyard to rise further, and the more intense demon fire began to drift around him.

The long silver hair, affected by the airflow, stretched into the sky, swaying vigorously in the firelight. The strong body of nearly two meters seems to have become a little taller, and the explosive muscles are constantly squirming, as if there is continuous overflowing force in the body to squeeze outward.

Standing in the sea of ​​flames is the ghost of Rashomon who has lived for thousands of years.

On the melting soil, Fujiwara Starry sky holding a knife, took heavy steps towards the evil spirit.