"As far as the old man knows, the inheritance of Shouchen Ding has been cut off after the Tuyumen Shinto defeated the Yin-Yang Liao. How did the royal family recover..."

In the hoarse voice, a heart that was still slightly throbbing was pulled out by a thick tentacle from this Shou Chending's chest...

"It turns out that the secrets are hidden all over the body. Is this the black vine that replaces the blood vessels and meridians... The principle of symbiosis should be..."

The dense black vines penetrated every inch of Shou Chending's body, and finally converged inside the heart...

"hiss!!"

A harsh low-pitched sound exploded quietly, and the heart and the black vines wrapped around it, like a black octopus resurrected from the dead, directly embraced the black-robed man...

"Bah, this is not the legendary 'Shouchen Ding' at all!"

Flood-like tentacles gushed out from the hem of the black-robed man's clothes, holding the black vines against them, making a corrosive sound of "Zizzizi"...

"They are nothing but monsters that Yin Yang Liao cultivated with this vine! Ahahahaha..."

And the black-robed man who was in it, laughed wildly as if he had never heard of it.

"I won't give up until I drain the last spiritual power in the corpse of the 'host'. What a powerful vitality!"

Under the flying hood, an old face with wrinkles like tree bark was revealed.

He had never heard of the tentacles that entangled with the black vine, eroded and kept falling, and he just stared at the rapidly withering heart and the vine that withered and withered due to the exhaustion of nutrients.

If Sosuke Araki and Ichiro Tokimoto were here, they would be stunned...

This person was actually confirmed dead by their own eyes at the Supernatural Research Institute, Mochizuki Yasushi.

"Is this the key to cultivating Shouchending? It looks like the spores of some kind of plant..."

Using a sharp fingernail to open the heart, Mochizuki Yasushi found a black seed that was broken into several petals in the palm of his hand.

"I have no intention of disturbing your research, but now is not the right time. The Internet of Destiny told me that the situation in Tokyo seems to have subsided. If the Yin Yang Liao reacts, this once-in-a-hundred-year opportunity will be gone. fleeting."

Ahead, there was the urging voice of the black-robed woman: "...Next, where should we go?"

"Ah, sorry, when I see this new species, the old man can't help it..."

Holding up the huge wooden box on his back, Mochizuki Yasushi got up slowly, took out a thick green picture scroll behind him, and checked it out in his mouth.

"So, did the 'Hundred Ghosts Night Festival' in Tokyo fail to summon? It seems that the background of the Yin Yang Liao and the Soul Eliminator Association is stronger than I thought..."

This thing, of course, was Araki Sousuke on his back, fighting for several nights and absorbing a large number of "soul fragments", the Taketori picture scroll.

"It's a pity, Kotomine Jiro is a serious student... I just hope that the clone of this old man can take them a little more time."

At this moment, the arrow condensed with white light on the surface of the painting scroll was pointing forward into the thick fog that could not see five fingers.

"Go in this direction..."

Holding the Taketori picture scroll in his hand, Mochizuki Yasushi walked over the black-robed woman with more vigorous steps than the young man, and took the lead into the thick fog.

"The fog of death in Aokigahara Sea of ​​Trees really lives up to its reputation."

Walking for a long time between the white fog and the dense forest that isolates all spiritual power, resentment, hearing, and vision, it seems that even the concepts of "time" and "self" will be stripped away. If not for the arrows on the scroll, The two have no doubt that they will stay here forever.

"Fortunately, even the dense fog composed of the death breath of the Aokigahara Sea of ​​Trees cannot isolate the connection between the Taketori Picture Scroll and the Mochizuki Secret Treasure."

I don't know how long I walked, but the black trees that were standing all around gradually became sparse, until I couldn't see any of them.

But above the two of them, there was still a dense canopy of trees that came from nowhere and blocked the sunlight.

"?!"

A giant tree with a height of more than 100 meters that was difficult for ten people to embrace, suddenly broke through the thick white mist and appeared in front of the two of them.

"Is this the secret of the Yin-Yang Liao hidden in the depths of the Aokigahara Sea of ​​Trees that has troubled us for many years?"

This black tree stands upright in the sky, so quietly stands in the empty plain paved with black volcanic rock.

The crown of the tree at the top, like a giant umbrella, is derived from the surrounding area, covering an area of ​​several kilometers. Except for the volcanic rock and soil and the sturdy tree roots exposed on the surface, there are no other plants.

And the strange white fog that enveloped the entire sea of ​​trees was gushing out from the cracks in the bark.

"It's not an exaggeration to call this thing the Devil's Tree? Even the Web of Destiny has no omen..."

Looking at the strange surroundings, feeling the nameless pressure from the black tree, the black-robed woman couldn't help but let out a low cry.

"Look, what's on the tree?"

Mochizuki Koji, who was walking in front, stopped quietly, his vigilant eyes swept across the dense black canopy of the giant tree...

"The corpses of humans, animals, ghosts... and grudges... how many are there?!"

An indistinguishable and varied thing, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is hanging between the branches by thick black vines, like ripe fruits.

"Sure enough, all the grudges above the "Two" level that were determined by the Yin-Yang Liao to be permanently sealed were all sent to the Aokigahara Sea of ​​Trees..."

Under his robe, a bundle of thick tentacles quietly wriggled out, rolled up the bamboo painting scroll, and handed it out to the tree crown above his head.

"They actually used this black tree to seal the intractable grudges and indestructible ghosts here."

Following the direction of the arrow on the surface of the picture scroll, the tentacle holding the picture scroll quickly came to the bottom of one of the tree canopies.

"The Jade of the Dragon Head... The Jade Branch of Penglai... Sure enough, it's here too!"

As the picture scroll approached, between the black branches, two objects that were tightly wrapped by black vines exuded incandescent light as they echoed each other.

"Ahahahahahaha... Emperor Wenwu, what if you carefully arranged all this..."

Watching those two things turn into a stream of light, seeping out from the trees and vines, and blending into the interior of the bamboo painting scroll, Mochizuki Yasushi screamed up to the sky, and old tears flowed: "Seeking for more than a thousand years, I was finally found by this old man! "

"Congratulations, you got what you wanted."

Perhaps, empathizing with the sadness in the whistling sound, the black-robed woman on the side reached out and patted his shoulder.

"Fate Sacrifice Your Excellency, now that you have come here, the things that this old man promised have been completed. After this life, I finally see the light, and I have no time to stop here, so let's just leave..."

Taking back the bamboo painting scroll, Mochizuki Koji bowed slightly to the woman in front of him: "May fate guide you and find the answer you want."

Then, he didn't even look at the dense things in the canopy, turned around without hesitation and disappeared into the white fog.