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Chapter 145: Good Night

Zen home.

The Zen monk Zhibi was half-lying in front of the hut in the courtyard, with the door half open, and light leaking in, illuminating the entire room.

In front of him was a small reddish-brown table, a round porcelain wine jug, and only a copper wine cup left.

He picked up the wine jug with his slightly skinny hands, poured himself a glass, calmly put it to his lips, paused, but did not drink.

A lush tree grew in the center, and its trunk, which was so large that it required four people to hug it, was trembling slightly.

It was a sunny afternoon, the summer weather was hot, and normally there would be cicadas chirping, but today there was not even a trace of wind.

The silence is terrifying.

Suddenly, two figures appeared on the beam, both wearing training clothes, standing in a combat stance, one in front and one behind.

The man was standing slightly forward, with a chain wrapped around his body, holding the cursed tool Youyun in his left hand and the Soul-Releasing Sword in his right hand.

His dark, spiky hair drooped down, revealing his wolf-like eyes.

The posture is relaxed, the movements are graceful, and half of the face is hidden in the cast shadow of the tree.

On the other half of the face, the corner of the scarred mouth was raised, revealing an unruly expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

The woman came up behind him, with her back to him.

He is tall and lean, and you can tell at first glance that he is a martial artist.

He has shoulder-length hair and his features cannot be seen clearly. He is also holding a...Amenakaboko?

And it is also a sky and curse bound with zero curse power.

"Shin'er-kun, long time no see."

"Well, old man, long time no see." Fushiguro Shinji responded lazily with a smile.

"The last time we met was when I was about to sell my son to you, right?"

"Hmm." Zenin Naohito did not change his posture, leaned his head and poured another glass of wine, and asked, "It's a pity that you went back on your word."

"Ah, that's not what you said."

Fushiguro Shiori said frivolously, "Didn't the kid from the Gojo family generously help pay back the money? One billion yen."

"How many people were killed?" Zen Temple Zhibiren had no intention of beating around the bush on this matter, so he went straight to the point.

"Hmm..." Fuguro Shigekawa knocked his head in annoyance, turned around and asked, "How many did we kill?"

"37." The man behind him turned around and finally revealed his true face. "We killed them according to the list. Twelve of them stayed in the team as physical bodies. The rest were elders, sorcerers, and so on."

She was a woman who looked extremely like Fushiguro Shijiro, and seemed several years younger than him.

As for my daughter...the age doesn't seem to match.

Sister...Zenin Naobito had no impression of this at all.

He raised his head and glanced behind Fushiguro Shier, and asked, "Excuse me, who is this lady?"

She knew exactly how many people she had killed, but she seemed to be stumped by such a simple question.

"Call me Yuriko." After hesitating for a few seconds, she finally said this.

Definitely someone from the Zenin family.

"Ah, a name like a flower, but when it comes to killing people, he is ruthless."

Zenin Naobi took the wine glass, raised his hand and said, "Here's a toast to you."

"Hey, old man." Fushiguro Shige put the knife across his shoulder and said arrogantly, "I'm here today to take the position of head of the family."

“Hahahahahaha…” Zenyuan Zhibiren laughed out loud with his head raised and drank another glass of wine.

"Okay, defeat me and I'll give you the position of the head of the family, how about that?"

*

It sounds bright and glorious, but becoming the head of the Zenin family is not an easy task.

Fortunately, Shen'er and I are not without bargaining chips.

First of all, there is no need to mention the combined strength of the two of us.

The Gojo family has Gojo Satoru as their stabilizing force. I am confident that even if they don't help, they will never harm us.

The General Directorate has always been at odds with the Chanyuan Family, and this is an internal matter of the Chanyuan Family, so they have no right to interfere and can ignore it. (If they really want to meddle in other people's business, then kill them all, I don't care anyway.)

The only tricky one might be the Kamo family, but they have been suppressed by the other two for so long.

I don't think there is any reason why they don't want to see their opponents suffer.

In summary, the Zen temple family is generally in a relatively isolated and helpless state.

In the middle of the night, Shen'er and I sat in the living room checking the list.

The Chanyuan family was a large family, with two to three hundred people living in the main branch alone. If you count the side branches and vassals, there might be over a thousand people.

However, they belong to an extremely clear pyramid structure.

Powerful sorcerers such as Naohito Zenin, Naoya Zenin and Ogi Zenin sit firmly at the top of the pyramid, pressing down on everyone like a mountain.

Next in level are sorcerers with spells, sorcerers without spells, and the worst, non-sorcerers who are oppressed and abused as slaves.

There were three thick file bags on the coffee table in the living room, containing the information Kong Shiyu had investigated.

I sat on the carpet, leaning against the sofa, and scribbled on the notebook with the pen I had bought.

"Zenin Naomizu, 28 years old, a member of Bing team, and doesn't get along with Zenin Naoya..." I asked, "Do you think you can win it over?"

Shen Er lay on the sofa, put his hands on the back of his head, looked at the ceiling and recalled, "Ah, it's that kid, keep him, maybe he will be useful in the future."

"Zenin Takata, 46 years old..."

"killed."

"Zenyuan Fengyu, 67 years old..."

"killed."

"Zenin Naoichiro, 27 years old..."

"Keep it."

"Zenyuan Shishi, 24 years old..."

"Keep it."

"If they are driven away, there will definitely be trouble. It is better to kill them all."

Shen Er curled his lips, smiled like a villain, and said with a hint of regret, "Last time, it was because I didn't finish off Gojo Satoru that he killed me."

"Shin'er, are you kidding me?" I rolled my eyes. "Do you think everyone is Gojo Satoru?"

"Also, if we kill them all, the remaining people will surely cause panic."

I continued to think, "Our goal is to become the head of the Zenyuan family and change this rotten and filthy environment, not to grab an empty house and move back in."

"If we don't leave any way out, it won't do us any good if they burn their boats."

I think it is very necessary to spend four or five days to screen out a group of people who can be won over.

As for the strength of the person who was driven away... well, I really don't think he can make any waves.

Another reason I didn't say out loud is that, so far, I have only killed cursed spirits and never killed anyone.

Even the cyborgs who were controlled by real people at that time, I never killed them.

I have to kill so many people right at the start, even if they are those who deserve to die...it's a hurdle that I need to overcome, and I'm not mentally prepared yet.

Finally, if you really think there is a risk, doesn’t Jay still have a lying snake in his hand?

"Well..." He stretched and looked at the alarm clock on the wall, "It's already 1: in the morning, you're not going to bed yet?"

Are you kidding me? I usually stay up at 3 o'clock, so what's this time?

"You go to sleep first." I ignored his question and lowered my head to flip through the documents in my hand. "I don't know the identities of the other three people..."

"Hey, Shen'er, what are you doing?" I was halfway through my sentence when my feet left the ground.

He even grabbed my arm and lifted me up, using the same method he used to catch the disobedient Meowgumi.

"Put me down." I only dared to speak in a low voice for fear of waking up the two sleeping children.

"What are you talking about?" He said expressionlessly, "It's so late now, go to bed quickly. If you burn yourself like a roast suckling pig like last time, I'll beat you up."

What is roast suckling pig? What a rude thing to say. No wonder Meegumi doesn't want to pay attention to him.

"There are really only three left." I struggled unwillingly, trying to get rid of his arms, "I'll go to bed after I'm done."

"No thanks." He carried me all the way to the door of the room, stuffed me in, and gave me a perfunctory smile. "Okay, that's it. You're welcome."

Having said that, he immediately closed the door.

"Good night."