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Chapter 135 The Mastermind's Reaction
From a deep, dark place, strange sounds came one after another.
"Puuuuuuu—"
A figure walked silently in the darkness, recalling the intelligence he had received.
Tokyo fire?
This is clearly a foolish move and will do nothing to relieve the Fujiwara family's current predicament.
He had originally prepared a backup plan to use at a crucial moment to add weight to the Fujiwara family's guilt.
Now he can't move either.
Otherwise, targeting him too much might arouse the vigilance of the noble forces, who would then abandon their attack on the Fujiwara family and instead focus on finding him as the mastermind behind it all.
After all, there are only a handful of people who have the ability and resources to frame the head of the Fujiwara family.
Not everyone can pull off political intrigue.
The shadowy figure was well aware of the nature of the nobility.
Regarding the Fujiwara clan head's plot to assassinate the emperor, they never found the instigator.
This is very puzzling, because no one really believes that it was the head of the Fujiwara family who plotted to assassinate the Emperor.
If it weren't for the Emperor's dying wish that led to the death of the Fujiwara clan head at the hands of his murderer, coupled with the subsequent overwhelming and unusual evidence, the Fujiwara family would not have ended up in their current predicament.
We're all seasoned veterans, having competed against each other for years, and we all know what's going on with each other.
The head of the Fujiwara family is not the kind of person who would do such a thing.
The person who wronged you actually knows you're innocent better than anyone else.
It's just that the downfall of the Fujiwara family was in almost everyone's interest.
The old aristocracy had long been dissatisfied with the Fujiwara family as the leader and wanted to rise to prominence.
The emerging class wants more benefits.
With Fujiwara gone, everyone had their fill.
The troubled figure felt the slippery, sticky sensation under its feet and realized that it had sunk into the ground due to its distraction and excessive force.
You shouldn't step on the ground here, or you'll sink in.
He lifted his foot forcefully to break free from the sticky substance and continued walking.
I didn't expect that after just a short time away, they would grow everywhere.
I haven't been feeding them lately.
That thing is growing faster and faster.
The dark figure thought indifferently: I should find a way to clean it up; it would be troublesome if someone saw it growing out.
If someone carefully turns on a flashlight, illuminating the scene before them.
You can see that the ground has a chillingly pale color.
If you muster the courage to reach out and touch this pale area, the sensation on your fingertips is warm and soft, just like caressing a young girl's delicate skin.
If you look closely, you can even feel the delicate skin texture; it's smooth and elastic.
Moreover, if you apply force, you can feel a sticky liquid being squeezed out from the pale carpet, which is disgustingly sticky on your fingers.
However, this eerie skin color is chilling; it is as pale and bloodless as a vampire from legends.
If you rub it with your hands for a long time, a wonderful feeling will gradually emerge - you can vaguely feel this pale "skin" moving up and down rhythmically, like a faint breath.
The passageways here were intricate and interconnected, resembling a vast underground labyrinth. Each passageway appeared dark and deep, filled with an air of mystery. The shadowy figure who ventured deeper into the labyrinth seemed exceptionally familiar with this place, navigating the various passageways with practiced ease, until finally arriving at a tightly closed door.
The shadowy figure usually refers to this place as the breeding room, or the womb.
The interior of the breeding room resembled a very tall cylinder with a narrow base, permeated with an indescribable fishy smell.
A unique scent that only appears after production.
Upon closer inspection, the walls were covered with wallpaper made of pale skin, each covered with a translucent cocoon.
Most of the cocoons were torn open and empty.
A few of them were still bulging, and human figures could be vaguely seen inside.
The shadowy figure walked smoothly to one of the bulging cocoons.
A cluster of blood vessels grows where the cocoon adheres to the wall plaster, connecting the person inside the cocoon to the pale-skinned carpet.
Like the umbilical cord connecting the fetus in the mother's womb.
The shadowy figure simply reached out and precisely pulled a blood vessel from the writhing vein.
He opened his palm, his skin as pale as the wallpaper, and in the palm was a small mouth full of sharp teeth, the veins of which were pulled out and pressed back into the shadow.
The shadowy figure then closed its eyes.
The scene before me changed; it was no longer dark, but a clear blue sky and sunshine.
The shadowy figure squinted uncomfortably, and with a slight tilt of his head, he saw a small figure sitting beside him, holding a piece of paper with many words written on it, talking about something.
And from your own perspective, you are saying something to the child.
“Father, here… Father?” Kagaya Ubuyashiki looked up and asked in confusion.
Ubuyashiki Yuya did not answer; a strange vision appeared before his eyes.
He knew that the premonition had begun again.
A man was being carried on the back of someone who was completely covered except for their eyes, and they were running in a certain direction.
Is this Yamada?
Ubuyashiki Yuya remembers all his subordinates.
Behind the sprinting figures, a shadowy figure was quietly following them.
Being followed?
The camera suddenly zoomed in on the stalker.
Those unusual scarlet eyes and alien appearance made it clear at a glance that he was not human.
It's a ghost!
Yamada is being targeted.
Ubuyashiki Yuya broke out in a cold sweat and was unable to recover from the shock for a long time, when he heard his son calling out to him.
Ubuyashiki Yuzai took a deep breath and quickly ordered his servants to send a message out.
Yaozai silently watched his father, and only after the matter was over did he inquire about the cause of the incident.
"Luckily, I had foresight and avoided being found by the ghosts," he said with a sense of relief.
After hearing the prediction, Kagaya expressed a different opinion from his father.
"Why don't we use this premonition as bait to lure the ghost?"
Youzai looked at his son with surprise.
"The Demon Slayer Corps hasn't seen a demon in a long time, has it? This is a good opportunity to train them." Kagaya said this with unusual calmness.
"Demon Slayer Corps, Demon Slayer Corps, what kind of Demon Slayer Corps are they if they've never even killed a demon?"
On Yaozai's calm and youthful face, a ruthlessness beyond his years was revealed.
He remained silent, looking at his son with astonishment, as if he had never known him before.
As his name suggests, Youzai is the kind of person who takes things very leisurely, and he has a rather Zen-like attitude towards his family mission.
Yuzai: I'm too stupid. Let the great mission of killing the Demon King be left to someone else. I can't do it.
The Ubuyashiki father and son got into an argument.
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The shadowy figure, having finished its "predictive" journey, roughly ripped off the blood vessels attached to its hand and carelessly discarded them on the ground.
Let the fluid from the blood vessels flow gently to the ground.
The dark figure turned away indifferently and walked back.
The Demon Slayer Corps is already a useless piece; let them make the most of their remaining abilities.
It was a chess piece that he had painstakingly crafted, after all.
Wisps of black mist drifted in.
A cold voice, tinged with slight resistance, came from within the black mist.
He called out softly, "Father."
The shadowy figure continued walking, coldly asking, "Did he send any information?"
Hei Wu handed over a slip of paper, which contained intelligence that he had dictated and then written down by his father's subordinates.
Black Mist knew that his father didn't trust him and only made him a transit point.
He once deliberately caused trouble out of resentment and was severely punished by his father.
His father coldly mocked his childish, childish rebellion, deeming it pointless.
After taking it, the shadowy figure examined it carefully and found that the darkness did not affect his vision at all.
Is it dissolving industries or relocating industries overseas?
Is this a sign that they're giving up?
The shadowy figure frowned; Fujiwara Shugo didn't seem like the type to admit defeat.
The black mist did not follow the shadowy figure away; it simply lingered in the breeding room, which reeked of blood, for a long time.
Gazing at the cocoons around him and the pale wallpaper and carpet that seemed to breathe incessantly, the black mist muttered a few words to himself.