Chapter 16: Meat

At this moment, Jing Huang just wanted to finish eating quickly and go back to her room. The current situation reminded her of what happened when she was young. Especially that day …… Whether it was in the past, present, or future, for Beishan Jing Huang, only her brother Jing Long, and fortunately Auntie Zhi, were "family" to her. When she was young, the concept of "inheritance" was not very deep to her. To her, Aunt Koue was her mother, and her brother Kageyu, who only came to Japan for holidays, was more like a cousin than an aunt and uncle. And the time she was raised by her aunt Koue was the happiest time for her in her childhood. Because of her infertility, her aunt had truly treated her as if she were her own. However, she could tell that her aunt was actually in pain. Not long after her birth, Japan's economy began to rise and the family began to regain its former glory. However, for herself, she did not want to work as a shrine witch at all. Jing Huang remembers that every time she finished her work, she would go to the Gushu Torokan once. Every time she came back, her face would be as white as paper, as time goes by, the aunt is also a little bit more gloomy and painful, the only face JingHuang, she will show a little joyful smile. For her, who couldn't have children and had a hard time getting married, Jing Huang was considered by her as her own daughter. Therefore, she only speaks her heart in front of her daughter. She said that she wanted to leave the shrine and then take Jing Huang with her to immigrate to the United States to live. She was filled with loathing and pain for her current job. Now that she thought about it, it was likely that her aunt was in a state of depression at that time. It was only later that she read from her aunt's diary that she had more than once entertained thoughts of suicide. She had thought about leaving this world, but each time, because of her concern for Jing Huang, she had not been able to kill herself with a cruel hand. However, there was no doubt that apart from Jing Huang, Auntie really didn't have even the slightest bit of attachment to this world. To her, this world was a complete living hell. She wrote in her diary that human beings were much more frightening than "those unclean things". To her grandfather, she was not a daughter, but a tool for enrichment. Just then, the door to the dining room opened, and her thoughts were interrupted when she looked up and saw Dong Xie rushing in. "Hoo……" Dong Xie came back panting and sat back down next to Dong Ning, and the two of them began to connect and whisper. And as Jing Huang watched all of this, she quickly withdrew her gaze. She completely poured a cup of tea inside her rice bowl, then picked up her chopsticks and finished eating. Afterward, she swung her chopsticks around and said, "Then, I'll be going." "Wait," Kitayama Zhenxin looked over and said, "Sit down, Jing Huang. I have something to say later." "I don't have anything to hear. If you're not satisfied …… just kill me. Just like Aunt Yukie did." As soon as these words came out, the entire restaurant fell silent, and every single person was afraid to make a single sound. Even Dong Xie and Dong Ning both immediately quieted down and looked at this scene. Dong Xie always felt that this family internal conflict problem was no smaller than the haunting. Kitayama Zhenxin picked up a napkin, wiped his mouth, opened his mouth that had already lost half of his teeth, and said, "Today's soup …… is too light." The maid serving at the side then said, "Yes, I'm sorry, Lord Zenith, I'll go and speak to the kitchen." "Actually, it's even lighter than this, I've tasted it." Kitayama Makinshin picked up the bowl of soup in front of him and said, "Back then, when the country had just lost the war, the whole of Tokyo was reduced to rubble, and supplies were tight, so even meat without salt had to continue to be eaten in order to survive. However, times are different nowadays. Isn't it?" Every single person was ten thousand percent nervous, not daring to utter a single breath. Everyone in the Kitayama family was well aware of the old master's temperament. "Hanabi." Himura Flower Fire quickly stood up and said, "I'll have the kitchen go change the bowl of soup." "Jing Huang." Kitayama Zhenxin continued to look at Jing Huang and said, "Before resisting, first be clear about how sharp your fangs are. Without enough leverage, don't easily learn from others to make threats. What the so-called threats should look like, I will slowly teach you later." The servants then gathered around and said, "Miss, please take your seat." Then, Kitayama Makinsin looked at Pu Shenyu. "It seems like it might have made the new family members feel some discomfort, so please forgive me. Our family's ancestors came from the Satsuma Clan in Kagoshima, and some of the samurai ethos is still passed down." Deep Rain watched the scene, but said nothing. Afterward, the feast continued, but the atmosphere became incredibly depressing. Deep Rain cut the wagyu beef in front of her and put it back into her mouth. Dong Xie had wanted to remind her not to eat it, but he had realized before that Himura Hanabi had been staring at him. He then realized that if he dared to say anything superfluous, the consequences would be unimaginable. "Now then, let me say a few words." Then, Kitayama Shinshin began to speak. "Everyone knows what's happening in today's situation. However, there's no need to worry, the Goujou Pavilion is right there. We, the Kitayama Clan, have passed down our heritage to this day, so there's no need to be afraid of anything. All of this, will pass. Only, from now on, until the situation is over, everyone must stay here. And the wedding, it can only be delayed for now. I hope everyone understands." Deep Rain put down her knife and fork at that moment to listen carefully to Kitayama Makins' words, while her mind still recalled the taste of the meat she had just eaten. The flavor was completely different from the Australian wagyu beef she had eaten in the past. No, it could even be said that it didn't taste like beef at all. And, it didn't even feel that tasty. "Everyone, it's time to understand, right? Also, and the most important thing, those who don't know the ins and outs of this matter, don't ask me what exactly happened. Although it's rude, there's nothing I can tell you guys. Even if you are displeased about this, please restrain yourself." What kind of domineering words are these? Dong Xie thought, "Even if they are, Pu Shenyu is the new grandson-in-law of this family, and she is likewise not informed of anything? Or will they be told separately in private? However, Pu Shenyu was also worthy of being a former resident of the apartment, and was now just too calm. Time passed very quickly. In the blink of an eye, it was already ten o'clock. After the dinner was over, everyone was assigned to their respective rooms. Dong Xie and Dong Ning, on the other hand, were arranged in a separate courtyard near the outside of the Loxinwomen's Pavilion that was used to entertain the guests. The maids repeatedly explained that please do not go out and walk around easily for the rest of the day. Finally, they also made it clear that they would not be responsible for anything bad that happened if they went out. Then, they left. Outside, the rain was getting heavier and heavier. Dong Xie had already noticed that the water pond within the shrine had already seen a significant rise in water level. This rain would most likely continue until the start of the Bloodletter mission tomorrow afternoon. Dong Xie opened the window and looked outside, where some of the servants were still holding umbrellas and patrolling around in this torrential rain. It was difficult for Dong Xie to predict what would happen if he went out easily. Their current situation was already somewhat of a disguised house arrest. But there was no doubt that there was nothing they could do to protest. This shrine, was already a place that was too dangerous to be dangerous. "Ning, we need to be mentally prepared." "Well …… I guess so." The two just stared at each other, then Dong Qi took out his cell phone, wanting to try and contact the Chinese side. Mo Yuan and the others had, most likely, already departed to board the plane. But then, he realized that the phone had no signal! "Looks like it's starting." What would happen next? On the rainy night, the torrential rain poured down rainwater moment by moment, and in the northern location of the shrine, in front of the Goujou Bird Pavilion, surrounded by more than twenty servants, Himura Hanabi herself was also here. All of them were clad in raincoats, and they stood guard as if they were the god of the gate. The appearance of the Gushu Toranokan was a two-story building that was highly close to the style of the Heian Period in Japan, and in front of the main gate, seals were plastered all over it. Himura Hanabi stood in front of the men cloaked in raincoats and asked them to chime in. "One!" "Two!" …… "Twenty-two!" Himura Hanabi nodded. Time passed, half an hour later. Himura Hanabi continued to look at the servants in front of her and said, "Count again!" "One!" "Two!" "Three!" …… "Twenty-one!" "Twenty-two!" "Twenty-three!"