Chapter 76 The Man Behind the Scenes
In the Shogun’s Mansion in Kyoto, Japan, it was dark at night, but there was still a faint light in the room of the butler Masao Fujiwara.
In this era, the power of the general was still at its peak, and Masao Fujiwara, although he had no official title, had become the target of many officials vying to make friends with him because of his unique status.
Officials hope that through him, they can convey a few kind words to the general and take a further step in their career.
But Masao Fujiwara is not someone who can be easily persuaded.
The reason why he can firmly occupy the position of steward in the general's mansion and maintain the general's trust for a long time is precisely because he knows how to use the art of speech.
In this mansion full of intrigues and intertwined interests, when to speak and when to remain silent is a knowledge that requires careful consideration.
However, Masao Fujiwara had a problem, that is, he would feel dizzy when exposed to the sun. The general adjusted Masao Fujiwara's working hours to the night.
Suddenly there was a slight sound of wind behind Masao Fujiwara. He did not look back, he just stopped what he was doing and waited quietly.
A moment later, a man in black ninja clothing appeared in his sight, kneeling on one knee in the center of the room.
"What's going on?" Masao Fujiwara's tone was very calm, as if he had anticipated this scene.
He slowly turned around and stared sharply at the ninja in front of him, waiting for the other party's answer.
The ninja kept his head lowered and his voice was low and firm: "Sir, we have urgent information." As he said that, he handed over a sealed letter.
Masao Fujiwara nodded slightly. This ninja was just one of the many intelligence networks he controlled. They were like ghosts in the night, silently shuttled through the streets of Kyoto, collecting various intelligences for him and performing secret missions. .
In this changing era, Masao Fujiwara's identity is far more than just the steward of the general's palace.
He is a thousand-year lurker, a master of disguise that no one can see through.
He once fished on the riverside as a fisherman, walked through the market as a commoner, and even spoke loudly in the court with the dignity of a prince.
No matter when and where, he can perfectly integrate himself into it without revealing any flaws.
As the ninja finished speaking, a shadow of blood suddenly flashed in Masao Fujiwara's hand.
The entire room was instantly enveloped in a layer of blood-red light, as if dyed with a strange color.
Under this light, Masao Fujiwara's face began to change.
His eyes became blood red and shone with a strange light, and his appearance gradually returned from the old man to the handsome young man.
After opening the envelope and looking at the information above, Masao Fujiwara nodded, not surprised by the result.
"Demon Dance Tsujimu died tragically? Who killed him, Hashira of the Demon Slayer Squad, or the kid who was reported to have the Breath of the Sun?"
To him, Kibutsuji Mukai's death was more like a predetermined ending.
During the Warring States Period, the wreaking havoc of Onibatsuji Mumei plunged the entire Japan into chaos and darkness, and the people were in dire straits.
In order to maintain his normal life, Fujiwara Masao had to secretly support the Demon Slayer Squad, hoping that they could curb the madness of Demon Slayer.
"No, it's a foreigner named Dio Brando." The ninja's voice was trembling. "According to the information from the evil ghost's spy, the opponent's bloodline level seems to be much higher than that of Onibatsuji Muzan. Just one After the order, Ghost Dance Tsuji Muzan couldn't resist the pressure of blood and fell to the ground. "
Hearing this, Fujiwara Masao, who had been leaning on the tatami, sat upright suddenly, staring at the ninja in front of him, as if he wanted to see some clues from the other person.
His eyes were like two sharp knives, piercing the ninja's heart, making the latter feel an inexplicable fear.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the entire room became extremely depressing. The ninja felt as if a thousand pounds of weight were pressing on him. It became extremely difficult to even breathe, let alone make a sound. Fine beads of sweat broke out on his forehead, sliding down his cheeks and dripping on the ground.
After more than ten seconds, Masao Fujiwara finally looked away, and the invisible pressure disappeared.
The ninja couldn't help but breathe heavily, as if he had come back from the gate of hell.
He did not dare to neglect at all, and quickly told Masao Fujiwara all the information he knew in detail.
Masao Fujiwara listened silently, with no expression on his face.
"Very good! The idle game of Kibutsuji Muzan has finally played its due role." Masao Fujiwara's lips curled up into a sneer, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.
Masao Fujiwara stood up slowly, walked to the closet, and opened the door.
Deep in the closet, there was a black robe that was almost weathered. There was also a half-remaining square scarf underneath the robe.
These two items are treasures that Fujiwara Masao has treasured for two thousand years, and they are his only connection with the past.
He gently stroked the black robe, feeling the traces of time on his fingertips.
This robe has witnessed his vicissitudes of life for two thousand years, and every touch seems to take him back to that distant era.
The pattern on the scarf has become blurry, but Masao Fujiwara can still clearly recall what it once looked like.
Two thousand years ago, Qin Shihuang, in pursuit of immortality, sent people to travel eastward to Japan in search of elixir.
Masao Fujiwara was Xu Fu who was sent out by Qin Shihuang.
When he came to Japan, which was still a desolate land, Xu Fu accidentally discovered a magical race here.
This race has an incredibly long lifespan, and their bloodline contains powerful power, as if it is a gift from nature.
However, this race also has a weakness that they cannot overcome - the inability to face the sun.
Sunlight is like a deadly poison to them. Once exposed to the sun, their bodies will quickly collapse and their vitality will quickly disappear.
After Xu Fu discovered the secret of this race, he had an evil idea in his heart.
In Xu Fu's view, the bloodline of this race is the key to immortality.
As a result, a bloody massacre took place in Japan.
Xu Fu hunted down those creatures that could not face the sun one by one, and used their flesh, flesh and bone marrow to refine the so-called elixir of immortality.
When the elixir of immortality was successfully refined, Xu Fu's heart was overwhelmed by greed. Looking at the pill that shone with mysterious light, Xu Fu's heart was filled with the desire for eternal life.
Japan was so far away from the Qin Dynasty, so he didn't have to worry that Qin Shihuang would send people to find him.
So, he took the elixir himself.
However, Xu Fu did not expect that this pill would not only bring him eternal life, but also the weaknesses in the blood of that race.
This makes Xu Fu only active at night and becomes an existence in the dark.
(End of chapter)