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After Oboro left him and left, the chief executive came to the place agreed with Songyang in a trance, and the fireworks were almost over at this time.

Song Yang grabbed his arm, a sullen look appeared on his calm face, and he said with a fake smile, "Where did you go?"

The chief finally came to his senses, quickly put a smile on his face, and stuffed the bag of sweets to Yinshi who was about to watch a good show. "I'm not buying gifts for the little ghosts."

The "little ghost" Yin Shi, who had grown to the size of their chests, glared at him dissatisfied, but he didn't care about it for the sake of sweets, and walked away from the battlefield while drooling, and went to find his little partner.

Songyang frowned, not completely believing what the other party said.

The chief executive dragged him to sit on the lawn, coquettishly saying that he wanted to watch the fireworks together.

Songyang sighed helplessly, "Then you came so late, it's almost over."

At the end of the fireworks show, there were only a few clusters of fireworks left dying in the air, leaving people with heart-wrenching pain.

"Mr. Yoshida, have you ever thought about leaving here?" The chief executive put his lips close to the other's ear and said furtively.

It looked like he was changing the subject, but in fact this was exactly what he wanted to say.

"Director," Songyang pulled his shoulders and looked at him seriously, "the children here need me——I can't leave, I can't, do you understand?"

"Then what about your hidden identity?" The chief executive lowered his voice, "Aren't you afraid that you will implicate these children?"

"You mean the Daoists of Heaven?" Songyang's eyes widened. "What happened? Director, what exactly did you just..."

"..."

"...?"

"Oh, Mr. Yoshida, I remembered. Do you know that there is a little girl named 'Xiaoxue' in the Heavenly Daoist?"

Songyang was interrupted, and was taken aback, "Xiaoxue? I have no impression. Who is that?"

"Inky blue hair, dark red eyes, a very cute little girl~" The chief executive drew with exaggerated gestures.

Songyang smiled quietly, as if watching a clown dancing.

"...Actually," the chief executive gritted his teeth, and finally confessed honestly, "I met Oboro."

The other party was surprised and delighted at the same time, "Hao?...he is still alive?! This is really great!"

However, the chief executive's expression was tense, "It's not that simple, Mr. Yoshida. Oboro...he looks a little strange."

The gloomy and distorted expression under the bamboo hat just now is still fresh in his memory, and the director feels a little headache when he thinks about it.

It's not that he can't understand Oboro's mood at this time.Obscure's life was given by Song Yang, and he had decided to dedicate his life to Song Yang in his life, and even took the initiative to throw himself into the darkness in exchange for the other party's peace.But Songyang has already broken free from the shackles of the past during the years of his struggle, laughing happily with his disciples in the sunshine, forgetting about him.

For Oboro, who takes Songyang as his spiritual sustenance, this is really too cruel.

No one can be generous enough to see their hopes taken away by others and remain silent.

Therefore, Oboro will definitely come for revenge.

The general manager opened his mouth and was about to speak, but was defeated by the eyes of the person in front of him.

The gray eyes were so clear that the chief executive could even see his own shadow there.With such firm and unconfused eyes, all the little shady thoughts are exposed in front of him.

That look seemed to tell him: He knew it.

Songyang embraced the chief executive's shoulders, and leaned his forehead against the other's forehead. Through the bangs, he could still feel the warm body temperature of the other party.

The boss widened his eyes.

"Perhaps as you said, it's time for me to leave." Rubbing his forehead and narrowing his eyes comfortably, Songyang's voice was hoarse, "It's just that I really don't want to part with this warmth."

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The accident came unexpectedly.

The night when the incident happened, the chief executive was sleeping in the dojo's bedroom when he suddenly heard someone slamming on the door of the dojo.He went to open the door and saw that the door was actually an old man who lived at the entrance of the village.

"It's terrible! Matsushita... Matsushita's private school is on fire!"

A blurred face flashed in his mind, the chief groaned, and without a word, he drew a bamboo knife from the door and ran out of the village.

He ran too fast, and didn't care if the straw sandals broke. He simply stepped on the gravel-covered ground barefoot, and he didn't feel how many sharp stones pierced into the soles of his feet.

He was only thinking about Songyang's affairs.

"Please don't get into trouble with me."

However, things always went against our wishes. When the general manager took a shortcut and arrived at his destination out of breath, the simple but cozy house in the past had turned into a sea of ​​flames. The scorching flames licked the night air. control.

Suddenly there was a sharp object stabbing at him from behind, the Zong Si flashed his figure and swung his knife to block it.

"Heavenly Taoists!"

The most feared thing still happened.

"Where is the halo!"

The uniformly dressed killers did not say a word, and quickly surrounded the chief division.

The chief secretary clenched the bamboo knife in his hand, opened his posture, closed his eyes, and opened them again. Suddenly, the red light in his eyes shone brightly, and his silver hair flew flying!

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After the assassins around him were dealt with, the chief's body was already covered with blood, and the wounds on his body quickly healed by Luo Sha's ability.

After taking a shortcut, he arrived at the small gate of the backyard of the Matsushita Private School, and was immediately dragged back by the Heavenly Daoists stationed here. These killers are specially here to block people who sneak away!Based on this speculation, Oboro and Matsuyo must be at the gate.

Sure enough, the chief executive ran over and saw a familiar figure at the gate.

However, except for the leader who was standing among a group of killers, the young man with his hands tied and kneeling on the ground crying for Mr. Songyang in front of them was Yinshi.The other students were tied aside and shivered, and some were sobbing silently.

When Yinshi saw someone coming, his eyes widened suddenly, "You... who are you?"

The director subconsciously touched his blood-stained silver hair, his heart tightened, and he immediately sensed that something was wrong.

"Ghost...it's a ghost, uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhssupesses!' Behind Yinshi, a timid girl cried out of fright when the chief executive looked over at her.

"You're late," Oboro said slowly, with a piercing smile on the corner of his mouth, "Heavenly Taoists are directly under the assassination force—a member of Amaterasu-in Naraku, Chief Director Okita."

"Hazy—?!" The chief stared at him incredulously.

Yinshi's teeth were chattering, and his trembling voice came to his ears, "You know him? Are you with them? Teacher Songyang... You return Teacher Songyang!!!" In the end, the boy roared heart-piercingly at him.

"This joke is not funny," the chief executive clenched the bamboo knife, licked the blood off his fingers, and stared fixedly at Oboro, "Bring back Mr. Yoshida."

"Let's go back to Naraku together, and you can meet Songyang—in the prison." He grabbed the eaves of the bamboo hat, revealing a cold eye, and the heavy bags under his eyes made him look very old.

"You...why..." The director wanted to continue, but he couldn't say it in front of Songyang's disciples.

——Songyang is your teacher and your savior.You keep saying that you want to protect people for a lifetime.But now you hand him back to the Heavenly Daoists...

"You'll regret it, Oboro." The chief executive said feebly.

He can't save Songyang.Anyone who sees Songyang's clear eyes will make such a decision.Maybe he knew a long time ago that he couldn't escape the heavenly crowd and the punishment of the heavens, that's why he walked so freely.

If he wanted to go against the sky, Songyang would go against his own principles at the same time.He is not the same as before, he now has a group of students, he will not kill himself to escape, his students will inherit his will, so there is no need to regret anything.

(What about me? Have you ever thought about me, Mr. Yoshida?)

The Matsushita private school behind him was still crackling and burning, the chief executive stood in place, watched Obaki turn and leave, watched Yin Shi knelt on the ground struggling and roaring.

The general manager didn't say anything, didn't move at all, his expression was indifferent, his silver hair was dyed crimson by the flames, his eyes glowed with red blood, and his body was covered with other people's blood.

From a distance, ordinary people looked like a ghost after a wanton massacre.

Soon, as the Matsushita private school was destroyed by fire overnight, rumors about the "son of the devil" spread throughout the village.

People in the streets and alleys are talking about: "The son of the devil" ruined the Matsushita private school, he is the murder weapon of the shogunate, and Yoshida Shoyo is the main criminal.

Listening to everyone's discussion, the chief executive of the person involved hid in the dark, carrying a package, covering his mouth and coughing.

The cough that finally got better soon, seemed to be choked on by inhaling some smoke that night, and it recurred again.

But no one will open a field of medicine for his illness, and no one will urge him to drink the bitter soup all day long.

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Knowing that he could no longer stay where he was, the general manager packed his luggage into a package and carried it on his back, tied his love knife, put on a bamboo hat to hide his face, and quietly set out on the road.

He stopped and stopped along the way, and would stay in a hotel in a small village on the way for a few days. Once he heard the rumors of the "son of the devil", he would feel a pain in his chest, thinking of the fact that he was betrayed by Oboro, and that he was loosed. What Yang left behind.

(No, I want to understand him.)

The chief took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to cough.

After wandering like this for some days, another summer festival came, but this time there was no one around me who could watch the fireworks with me.The bustling scenes on the street, the laughter on everyone's faces...all have nothing to do with him anymore.

The general manager didn't have time to dress up, so he wore his usual old clothes, at most he took off his bamboo hat and knife, and then put his hands into his sleeves and went out into the street.

"Everyone, let's take a look at the new mask released this year, 'Children of Ghosts'! Have you heard of 'Children of Ghosts'?"

The young man who bought the mask happily sold his mask to everyone.The chief took a look at the ugly and frightening mask in his hand, and left without stopping.

Came to the lawn early to lie down, looked at the night sky dotted with moonlight, and finally sat up when the fireworks started to set off, and watched silently. Suddenly, a man's chuckle came from beside him,

"With such a bitter face, how can the fireworks look good?"

The chief turned his head abruptly, and then backed away with a "wow" in fright by a ghost mask, but his body suddenly lost his balance. Fortunately, the man wearing the mask quickly pulled him back. With a pull, the faces of the two people approached very quickly, and the chief executive stared blankly at each other's dark red eyes through the hole in the mask. Those eyes were smiling and possessed the power to seduce people.

"It's really not careful enough." The man got closer to him, pulling his arm towards him with one hand, and gently caressing the other's face with the other hand, as if he was stroking a precious work of art.

Heart pounding.

The chief executive felt a sudden strange reaction from his body, so he couldn't help reaching out and pressing the man's shoulder, and asked, "Who are you...?"

The man didn't answer either, just smiled softly.

"Boom———"

The fireworks exploded in the night sky, drawing warm cheers from the crowd below.

The general manager was also attracted to look up subconsciously, and broke free from the man's hand effortlessly, and couldn't take his eyes off the beautiful colors and patterns for a while.

There was a sound of clothes rubbing against each other, and then the chief executive felt a mask being put on his face.

He turned his head quickly, but the man sitting beside him had disappeared. When he looked up, he faintly saw the back of a man with beautiful moon-gray long hair under the moonlight, gradually drifting away.

"...Songyang?"

The chief took off his mask, looked down at the evil spirit in his hand, and suddenly shed a tear for no reason.

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