The two people who appeared in front of me were holding flashlights and electric batons in their hands. Looking at the costumes of the two, they should not be onmyojis, but ordinary security personnel.
The two pointed the light of the flashlight at my face, and said a lot of words.
I don't understand the language of the two, but looking at their expressions, I guess they are warning me and let me leave as soon as possible.
I nodded lightly, and under the gaze of the two, I retreated to the foot of the mountain. I watched carefully along the way, but I missed the first figure that appeared.
I left the plank road, but did not leave the foot of Mount Fuji. I walked slowly along the foot of Mount Fuji, and finally plunged into the woods.
At the end of the forest is a gentle slope that slopes upwards. Mount Fuji is not steep, so even if you don't take the plank road, I think that as long as you follow the gentle slope, you can successfully rush to the top of the mountain.
The road under your feet is very slippery. On the one hand, the soil under your feet is soft and the volcanic ash accumulates thickly. If the soil under your feet collapses slightly, people will fall to the ground heavily. The second aspect is that there are lush weeds growing on the ground, and these lush weeds are already covered with dew.
I kept my body steady as much as possible and kept moving upwards and forwards, while looking around me carefully.
I have a feeling that the man in black who disappeared before is still following behind me, and is looking at me in the dark.
Sure enough, when I walked up to a place with relatively sparse vegetation, a figure appeared in my sight.
The other party was leaning against a big tree, playing with this dazzling flying knife in his hand, which looked quite extraordinary.
This man's attire is also a little weird. He is wearing a black striped bulky clothes and pants, and a purple cloth strap is tied to his long hair. It seemed that he should be an Onmyoji, and he came from a sect of the owner's ancient inheritance.
While I was looking at him, he also slowly straightened his body.
He opened his mouth and said a lot of words to me. I don't understand Japanese, but the other party's words also made me understand four words.
"Bageya Road!"
I have watched anti-Japanese drama since I was a child, and I know these four words should be curse.
"Uncle, help me see if there are no other people around?"
When my voice fell, Yan Feixue's voice followed.
"The deity has been observing the surroundings and can be sure that there is only this one within a few mile radius. I don't know how this guy found you.
I ignored the Japanese who was standing not far away and roaring loudly. Instead, I continued to ask Yan Feixue, "Uncle, is this the figure behind me before?"
"The breath is slightly different, it should not be the same person."
Hearing Yan Feixue's words, I nodded gently.
"Bageya Road!" The other party yelled at me again, then held the flying knife and made a wiping motion.
"It's very arrogant. It seems that this trip to Japan will take you to get an operation." I snorted coldly, took out a kitchen knife, and held it in my hand.
The other party might have felt the murderous aura spreading out of my body, and sneered. Then, taking advantage of a strong wind, he suddenly threw the flying knife in my hand and shot straight towards my throat.
This guy has a good timing control, and his shots are also very tough.
But when he threw the flying knife out, I also threw out the kitchen knife in my hand. Suddenly, the kitchen knife and his flying knife violently collided in mid-air, and a long string of sparks was startled.
The scene before him was beyond the Japanese's expectation. He was stunned for a moment, until the police controlled a kitchen knife and shot in front of him, he reacted and dodged in a panic.
He came directly to a vicious dog to grab the shit, and finally escaped the attack of the kitchen knife dangerously and dangerously, and finally the kitchen knife was heavily inserted into the big tree behind the Japanese.
"The combat experience is very average. It seems that the Japanese Onmyoji stationed near Mount Fuji has not experienced much battle baptism."
I grinned, and followed a casual move, the flying knife stuck in the trunk of the big tree trembled slightly, and then shot towards the Japanese, and finally swiped over the Japanese's head, cutting off his long hair. It's a big piece.
"Bageya Road!" He touched the top of his bald head and let out an angry roar.
However, before he launched a counterattack, with a wave of my hand, the sharp kitchen knife spun again and came to the Japanese.
"Yami Butterfly, Yami Butterfly."
The sharp kitchen knife revolved in front of the Japanese, away from the Japanese neck
The neck is less than an inch. The Japanese panicked upon seeing this, and hurriedly shouted. A trace of cold sweat and tears appeared on his cheeks, making him look unusually embarrassed. In addition, the crotch of this guy was also wet, and there was a faint stench.
"Do you speak Chinese?"
"Yes! A little bit!" When Japan heard what I said, he was taken aback for a moment, and then said with a chuckle.
"Answer my question honestly, I am willing to let you go. First question, what is your name?"
Seeing Japanese people with question marks on their faces, I frowned, slowed down and asked, "What's your name?"
"My name is Bu Zang Da Lao."
"No brains? This name has some meaning." I smiled slightly, and then asked: "How did you find me."
"This is the sacred mountain, the grass and trees will guide me."
"The guidance of the fart is so mysterious." Yan Feixue snorted coldly, and then said: "The task of these onmyojis should be to defend the sacred mountain. The deity guessed that this person was able to find you because they were there in advance. The formation is arranged in the vegetation, this formation is hidden among the trees, flowers and plants, but I don’t know how large the formation is and whether the entire Mount Fuji is included."
Hearing Yan Feixue's words, I nodded lightly, and after thinking about it, I asked Bu Zang Da Lao, "I want to go up the mountain, is there a way?"
"Cable car, plank road, open and honest."
"Except for the cable car and the plank road, there is no other way, such as mountain trails and hidden ancient paths."
"Before there was, but not now." Da Lao Buzo shrugged, and then said in a slow tone: "You Chinese people want to mess up Mount Fuji in waves. In order to defend the glory of the sacred mountain, we have already abolished it. All mountain trails, except the plank road and cable car, can reach the halfway of Mount Fuji. We have arranged formations where there are no cliffs to go up the mountain. So you want to go up the mountain unless you can kill us all."
"A Chinese Taoist priest had been to Mount Fuji before?"
"Yes, you Chinese Taoist priests said that Mount Fuji is the sacred mountain that protects the Great Japanese Empire. As long as you destroy Mount Fuji, you can destroy the luck of the Great Japanese Empire. But I want to tell you that our Great Japanese Empire has good fortune and Tian Qi, All the efforts made by you Huaxia people will ultimately be in vain."
(End of this chapter)