mousepad-d2 Chapter 223 Chapter 3
Chapter 223 Chapter 3
On the other side, Gang Ji, who was ready to start sweeping the grave, came to Houshan.
Perhaps it is the reason why few people come to bother, the back mountain is very quiet, but it calms people down for no reason.
Through the deep woods, Tsuna came to the cemetery of the leaders of the past dynasties.
After all, he was the leader of the top family in the inner world, and he was buried according to the highest standard. Tsuna walked slowly, and the cemetery of the first generation was on the far left.
When I came to visit the site before, I found out that the resting place of the leaders of the past dynasties is still taken care of by someone. I didn’t see the overgrown weeds in my imagination, but it was as deserted as I remembered when I followed the wind to worship the ancestors when I was a child.
No matter what contributions you have made before you die, you will be treated the same after death, but they will all sleep underground.
That's why he is afraid, afraid of death.
He doesn't want to die.
Tsunayoshi stopped in front of the cemetery of the first generation.
I don't want everyone to die.
Feng said that fear of death is not a shameful thing, this kind of mood will make people desperately live.
However, he was a little tired.
Gang Ji seemed to be confused, walked to the tombstone of the first generation, squatted down slowly, and sat on the tombstone with his knees engraved with the deeds of the first generation, with his face buried in his knees.
Logically speaking, he shouldn't have such emotions. He is only 16 years old, which is the beginning of his life.
However, perhaps because of the fact that he shared his emotions and memories with the parallel world before, he was still affected even though it seemed normal on the surface.
Everyone seemed to think that only him in the world ten years later would be hurt by memory sharing, because he was the one who started memory sharing and couldn't bear too much memory.
But actually they are the same.
Gangji felt a little difficult to breathe, his face was a little pale, and his huddled body trembled a little.
Even though he in almost all worlds has been carefully controlled to prevent his memory from affecting him in other parallel worlds, some things are unavoidable.
Too many memories make him, even the individual Tsunayoshi Sawada, unbearable. Even though he is protected by the world, the mental pressure has not decreased at all.
The exhaustion coming from the depths of his soul made him want to fall asleep countless times, but he was pulled back by his companions every time.
It's just that today is different, maybe it's because of the Ching Ming Festival, coming to the cemetery, or maybe it's because of the infection of this quiet atmosphere, which relaxes his tense spirit and makes him start to feel a little dazed.
"Ten generations!"
Huh?Is this the voice of Lord Prison?
The trance spirit was awakened again, and Gang Ji raised his head in a daze.
Carrying the prison temple, he ran over with a face full of panic.
"Judaime! Are you alright?!" Kiyoji knelt in front of Tsunakichi, clutching his shoulders, his eyes full of horror.
Almost scared to death.
After finally inquiring that Judaimu had arrived ahead of time, he saw this palpitating scene before he breathed a sigh of relief. Judaimu curled himself up and sat next to the tombstone of the first generation, his thin body seemed to be overwhelmed by the surroundings. The atmosphere of silence shrouded....... makes him almost think that Judaime has already......
"Prison Temple Lord?" Gang Ji also came to his senses, wondering what he was doing just now with some embarrassment, and smiled shyly, "Sorry for making you worry."
"...No." Looking at Tsunaki's pale face, the flustered heartbeat slowly stabilized, the muscles on his face twitched, and he showed an ugly smile stiffly. He suddenly realized what happened before. What happened didn't just hurt them.
Judaimu suffered the most damage.
Even Judaimu himself didn't realize this.
"Is it about to start?" Gang Ji looked at the prison temple who was in a daze, not realizing how dangerous his state was just now.
"Ah," Prison Temple woke up startled, and changed the subject following Tsunayoshi's words, "Yes, yes, we are ready and we can start anytime."
"Yo, Gang." Yamamoto came over with the things that will be used later, he came up only a little later than the prison temple, but he got lost just now and arrived now, "Aren't you ready yet?"
"Well..." Gangji smiled awkwardly, stood up and patted his pants, "I was a little tired just now, so take a rest."
"Ahaha, Gang should pay more attention to rest." Yamamoto walked up to Tsuna, looked at the prison temple who was still squatting with his head down, wondering what he was thinking, "Hey, prison temple, what are you doing?"
"You don't need to worry about it." Prison Temple's voice was a little hoarse, and the corners of his eyes were a little red when he looked carefully, but he looked about the same as usual, and he yelled at him, "You baseball idiot, have you brought everything?"
"Ah, of course." Yamamoto guessed something when he saw the state of the prison temple, but he didn't go into it. Following the words of the prison temple, he lifted the things in his hand and shook them, "I have already brought them."
Some things are better to talk about later.
Soon Sasakawa and Collom also arrived. Sasakawa was carrying a few bags, and Colum was holding Rambo.
All the things were ready, and they also put all the things in order. Originally, Tsunayoshi wanted to help, but he was stopped by the prison temple. He said that it would be good for Judaime to rest next to him. They will get rid of the next thing, and after that, Yamamoto next to you is ah, Gang, you go there and rest for a while. We’ll fix it and ask you to persuade you. Tsuna can only sit on the stone next to him in a daze until he starts to burn paper. When making sacrifices.
"Yamamoto, give me the lighter." He said without turning his head while squatting halfway with the paper basket placed.
"Eh?" Yamamoto stood behind with a stiff expression.
"Huh?" Prison Temple, who hadn't waited for a response for a long time, looked back, and his tone became more and more dangerous, "You guy, you probably didn't bring it."
"Ahaha, I thought you brought it." Yamamoto shrugged.
"Huh?" Yuji stood up abruptly, almost grabbing Yamamoto's collar and yelling, "You are really..."
"Well," Gang Ji hurriedly pulled out of the prison temple, "it doesn't matter."
"Judaimu?" Yuji relaxed obediently, not letting Tsunakichi use too much force to pull him.
"It should work with this." Tsuna squatted down, lit the flame of the ring, and finely controlled the extremely powerful Dakong flame into a small flame, then put his hand close to the paper basket, and the small flame blinked. Time devoured the paper basket.
The fire of dead energy itself is a flame with a body, and of course it will also have the characteristics that a flame should have.
"Oh, as expected, it's Sawada." Sasakawa also squatted next to Tsunayoshi, then decisively lit his ring, and couldn't wait to run to the tomb of the first Nakel to burn the basket he had prepared.
"Master Lanbo wants to play too!" Lanbo jumped out of Kurom's arms, took his share and ran aside to burn it.
"Lan Bo, be careful." Gang Ji shouted a little worriedly, "Really, this is not a game."
"Then we'll go too." Yamamoto waved his hand, walked to Yuzuki's grave with his basket, and squatted down.
"Judaimu, be careful." Yuji was also quite worried, and almost walked back to the tomb of the first Arashimori G who was clearly next to him.
"The Boss, I'm going too." Collom nodded towards Gangji, picked up his share and ran to Damon's cemetery.
"Okay." Gang Ji looked around, everyone was already getting ready, and the prison temple seemed to be whispering something, "Huh?"
Gang Ji blinked, a little curious about what they had prepared, probably not preparing too messy things.
No, no, I have already told them that if they don't know what to prepare, just prepare as usual.
The more he thought about it, the more he had a bad premonition, hesitantly, took out a pen from his arms, picked up a piece of yellow paper that was still empty and wrote something, and then threw it into the burning paper basket.
Well, there should be no problem.
Tsunade nodded in satisfaction.
In the ring, Giotto, who was still arguing with G trying to get permission to leave the ring to find Ganga, suddenly felt something
In the next second, a flame suddenly appeared on the table in front of him.
"Huh?" Giotto was a little surprised, looking at the flames that quickly dissipated in front of him, a basket appeared in front of him almost a second later, "What is this?"
Directly this is for himself, so Giotto took the basket without hesitation.
"Letter?" There was a letter on the basket, and it was easy to see from the handwriting that it was A Gang's handwriting.
To Giotto:
Sorry, Giotto.Although I asked them to prepare well, I don't know what they stuffed in the basket. If there is anything weird, please say sorry to everyone in the first generation for me!
"Huh? What do you mean?" Giotto blinked, and then saw flames of different colors igniting in front of his guardian.
"Me too?" G also suddenly had some kind of strange feeling, and this was for him.
"Could it be... a sacrificial offering?" As a Japanese, Yuzuki guessed something, and took the basket in surprise, "Ahaha, it's really interesting."
"Sacrifice?" Others who were familiar with this custom were a little confused.
"Oh, it's the Bible." Nucker took out a Bible that Liao Ping had copied by himself from the basket. Don't ask him how he knew it. After all, the words in the Bible are usually not so abstract, and behind Signed.
"It's sushi, it looks delicious." Yuzuki also opened the basket, a little surprised.
"What is this?" Lan Bao was a little unhappy, otherwise the most exciting thing is always the moment of opening the gift, "Did that stinky brat prepare these things for me?"
Lan Bao, who saw that other people's gifts were not bad, couldn't wait to open his basket, and what he saw was a pile of messy things.
What a bitten lollipop, half-melted glucose, half-gnawed chocolate...
"That kid..." Lan Bao gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, wishing he could rush out and give that little brat a lesson.
"Well," Yuyue handed over her basket comfortingly, "You can share my share, Lan Bao."
"Tsk." G had the same thought as Lan Bao, and he found a bunch of inexplicable yellow symbols in his basket, "Exorcism? That brat."
Don't ask him why he knew those talismans were used to exorcise evil spirits. When he was playing these talismans, that kid didn't know where he carried them!
The most hearty one should be Damon's, pineapple and mushrooms stuffed the whole basket, quite unfriendly.
"Hahaha, your popularity is really bad, Damon." Nuckle slapped the table and laughed like crazy the moment he saw it, "I told you to be more careful with Shi Shiwu."
"nufufufu~" Damon laughed strangely, with an inexplicable sense of gnashing of teeth, "This must have been arranged by that Liudao Mu. It is Decimo's negligence for not being optimistic about Collom and letting her be brought down!"
It may be that the first impression was too deep, and Damon still did not believe that the little girl was cheating at that time, and firmly believed that this was the style of Liu Dao Mu, who was against him.
The last one received was Arnold, but the one who sent the basket to him was not a purple flame, but an orange flame.
You can tell at a glance that it was made by Decimo.
There was only a challenge letter in the basket, and Arnold put the letter in his pocket without any surprise.
After that, Yuzuki's sushi was shared, and Giotto gave Lambo one of the game consoles in his basket to let him settle down.
As for the others,
Giotto said that it was a gift from A Gang and he would not give it.
It was later learned that other leaders also received different gifts.
For example, the second generation received expensive red wine, the eighth generation received a complete set of cosmetics, and the seventh generation received a large new magic book, etc.
G: Kid, learn from Decimo!