The man in the column is perished, and the beginning of the treatment is not miserable - Chapter 258

c258 Final Chapter – “Hey, this is the Kamiizumi family”

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The next day.

Third New Tokyo City.

There is a house somewhere.

The four-story house looks quite spacious. Green vegetation extends from the second-floor balcony and seems to be planted on the balcony.

The interior is spacious and bright.

On the walls of the first floor are some small objects that look ancient, sealed in photo frames.

The one that occupies the largest area is a painting with a bunch of people’s names at the end, with vague names like “Jiguo Enichi” written on it.

On the cabinet at the entrance, there is also a pure white sword.

Overall it looks very impressive.

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third floor.

In the living room.

“Huh huh huh~”

A pink-haired figure, with his back to the sofa, was picking up some bagged snacks from the cabinet nearby. :

“Potato chips~Sakura flavored potato chips~”

She hummed happily, turned around, and walked towards the sofa with relaxed steps.

Snap.

“ha…”

Putting down the unpacked puffed food in his hands, the pink-haired figure sat comfortably on the sofa.

He reached out and picked up the TV remote control beside him.

Press the switch toward the TV mounted on the wall in front.

Snap.

The screen lights up.

Kanroji Sakurabake casually picked up a few pieces of puffed food with his other hand, threw it into his mouth, and lay comfortably on the sofa:

“Creak, creak…” The potato chips kept being chewed.

At this time, a piece of news suddenly appeared on the TV screen.

The chaotic sound of electricity came from the TV along with the noisy chatter.

TV set:

In the picture, an arm holding a microphone appeared, as well as a man with gloomy eyes hidden behind the wooden door.

“Mr. Yamamoto! We just want to interview you!”

“Excuse me! How did you create those wonderful paintings!”

On the TV screen, the reporter holding the microphone was shouting loudly as he tried his best to block the crowd of onlookers.

“This is…” Kanroji Sakuracake sat in front of the TV, her movements of picking up the potato chips slow.

She looked at the familiar figure hidden behind the door in the picture and took a closer look:

“Yoshiro?”

“Live broadcast?”

At this time.

In the picture, the man hiding behind the door looked at the shadow extending over the eaves outside the door, and slightly leaned out some of his body. His expression was very cold:

“I said, I don’t give interviews.”

“You guys go back.”

As soon as this sentence is finished.

Snap!

A flash of light flashed across, instantly illuminating some of Yushirou’s stretched out bodies.

Yushiro subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover his eyes. After reacting, his eyes gradually turned red.

The voice also seemed a little angry:

“I said, get out of here!”

The reporter glanced back at the person who took the photo. He quickly stretched out the microphone and said to Yushiro, who rarely showed half of his body in front of him:

“Mr. Yamamoto, calm down.”

“We want to know why you always describe the woman named ‘Zhu Shi’?”

The reporter’s question was very pointed:

“Does she have a special meaning to you?”

Yushiro listened to the chattering words in his ears, and his eyes slowly became stern.

boom!

He closed the door hard.

When the reporter saw this, he was stunned for a moment and quickly stepped forward:

“Mr. Yamamoto! Mr. Yamamoto?”

After asking twice loudly, the reporter sighed and took two steps back.

“well…”

But he seemed still unwilling to give up. The reporter turned around and continued shouting:

“But we did not find a woman named Zhu Shi who is related to you. Does this mean that Zhu Shi actually exists in your fantasy…”

boom!

The wooden door was suddenly violently kicked open!

Ferocious veins popped up on Yushiro’s face. He stepped out suddenly and stood in the shadow of the eaves.

Uh-huh!

Facing the reporter, he raised his shotgun!

He shouted angrily:

“Get out of here!”

Pulled the trigger hard!

boom! !

The fire flashed, and scattered bullets instantly sprayed out from the shotgun, hitting the ground in front of the reporter!

Wow——

Immediately, the people who had gathered around Yushiro’s residence dispersed a lot. They frequently turned back to look at Yushiro, who was raising his gun.

“Wow!” The reporter’s face instantly turned pale with fright, his legs softened, and he stumbled backwards:

“Ah!” the reporter screamed in shock.

He swallowed hard and looked up at Yushiro, who was standing in the shadows with red eyes and a gun.

At this moment, the reporter felt a little scared.

He had heard of the painter’s bad temper, but never that it was so bad!

wrong!

The reporter’s eyes gradually became horrified.

How could a painter have a gun? !

“Hey…isn’t it accurate? This gun.”

When Yushiro saw the bullet hitting the ground, he clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction, then immediately took out the ammunition from his waist again and loaded the shotgun.

Click!

He raised his gun again, aimed at the reporter, and pulled the trigger again.

“Ahhhhh!!” Upon seeing this, the reporter quickly lifted up his weak legs and ran away behind him without looking back.

Pushing through the crowd, the reporter ran away desperately.

When Yushiro saw reporters squeezing into the crowd, he slowly lowered his hand that raised the shotgun.

He is not a painter.

He was just trying to restore the appearance of Miss Zhushi in his memory.

After Miss Tamashi ran off to her own hell under the sun, Yushirou survived alone as a ghost.

He also developed a sun-resistant medicine, but the effect was weak and could only allow him to stand in the shadows of the day without being burned.

As for the shotgun… with the secret help of the “Ubuyashiki” who has now developed to the extreme, he can have more powerful equipment at any time.

Just relax.

Seeing the crowd slowly dispersing and leaving, he gradually turned around.

Amidst the noisy discussion, Yushiro closed the door again.

Click.

It seems that I forgot something.

Click.

Yushiro walked out of the house again. He lowered his head and looked at the photographer who had just fled in panic, leaving behind the professional camera for online live broadcast.

Raise the gun and point it at the camera:

“boom!”

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Zhi…

With the sound of current coming.

The TV screen turned into a wave of black and white snowflakes, indicating that the signal to the live broadcast had been interrupted.

The pink figure sitting in front of the TV slowly took a potato chip, put it in his mouth, and said incoherently:

“Hmm… um… creak, creak… Yushiro, you still haven’t done enough…”

As she spoke, she made two gestures in the air:

“If I…well! I would…”

Just when she was about to blurt out the essence of the sentence.

“Jingle Bell!!”

The landline phone placed on the small cabinet next to the sofa suddenly rang.

Sakura Cake was stunned and looked sideways at the phone.

This landline?

Then he swallowed hard what he was chewing, and reached out to pick up the phone beside him.

Putting it to her ear, she sat up and said subconsciously:

“Moses Moses, this is the Shangquan family, may I ask…?”

On the other end of the phone, a gentle and magnetic voice came:

“Ah, are you Mr. Ganluji?”

Hearing this, Ganluji Sakura Cake frowned slightly:

“Ah you are?”

Hearing Kanroji Sakurabi’s question, the other party immediately explained:

“That’s it, Lord Kanroji.”

“I am the head of the Ubuyashiki clan of this generation. We have already dealt with the recent incident involving Mr. Kamiizumi…”

While Kanroji Sakuracake was eating potato chips, she nodded and listened to the message from Uyashiki:

“Um, um, oh~ Like this, um um.”

…

“I understand, I’ll tell him later.”

“Okay, Master Ganluji, thank you very much, I won’t bother you here.”

“Yeah, bye.”

Click.

“It’s about Nai, um…what is it called?”

Kanroji Sakurabi hung up the phone. She ate the last potato chip, clapped her hands, stood up from the sofa, and murmured to herself:

“Tokyo…Sakura…no, the city…it seems to be…”

Turn around and walk towards the other side of the living room, towards the bedroom.

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Go into the bedroom,

“call……”

A figure was curled up in the quilt, sleeping deeply.

Seeing this, Ganluji Sakuracake slowly put her hands on her hips and stood for a while with her eyes lowered:

“Still sleeping?”

Creak…

The human figure on the bed gradually began to twist.

He slowly revealed a pair of sleepy eyes from under the quilt and looked at Kanroji Sakura Cake.

“…Huh? What’s wrong?”

He reached up and rubbed his eyes.

“Huh-ha.” He yawned and slowly closed his eyes again.

Ganluji Sakuracake narrowed her eyes slightly, she reached out to grab the quilt, and then suddenly lifted it to the side!

Uh-huh!

Her muffled voice came:

“Wake up!”

“Uh-huh!!”

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in the living room.

Kanroji Sakuracake put on the tie for the neatly dressed Shangquan Nai.

Bang bang!

Then he patted his shoulder hard, with bright eyes, and said with a smile:

“Very good! Let’s go!”

Shang Quannai looked a little helpless and waved his hand:

“So, the address Uyashiki mentioned just now is…”

Kanroji Sakurabi turned her head to the side, a trace of panic sweat appeared on her forehead, she scratched her cheek, and her eyes dodged:

“Ah, address, what is it? Haha, haha…”

Then, she turned around, took another bag of special cherry blossom flavored potato chips, and said jokingly:

“have no idea!”

Snapped.

“Have no idea.”

Seeing this, Shang Quanna stretched out his hand and ruffled Ganluji Sakurabake’s hair casually. He walked straight past her and sat on the sofa.

“Ah! My hair is messed up!” Ganluji Sakuracake covered her head and looked back at Shang Quannai who was sitting on the sofa with dissatisfaction: “It’s true!”

Shang Quannai watched TV, picked up the landline and started dialing again.

“Du…du…du…”

“Hey, this is Uyashiki…”

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on the street.

“Tokyo City…Municipal No. 1 High School…”

“High School…”

“Group 2A?”

Shang Quannai recalled the data he heard on the phone just now. He held his chin and pondered for a while.

These things are the result of the things he once entrusted to the Uyashiki clan.

As for what it is… we’ll know when we get there.

Now it seems that after so many years, the abilities of the Uyashiki clan have become stronger and stronger.

The consortium, the army, and even the entire country of Neon feel that they have been faintly penetrated under the long-term influence.

Putting aside the distracting thoughts in his mind, Shang Quanna walked directly in the direction of Tokyo Municipal No. 1 Middle School.

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Tokyo Municipal First High School.

In the corridor.

Snap, snap.

After changing his shoes, Shang Quanna slowly walked along the corridor to the corner stairs at the end of the third floor.

The loud chatter also filled the corridor.

“Hey, hey, did you hear? Tanyan’s father came back yesterday!”

“Really, but this guy is still late today…”

“How strange, Momojuro is late today too!”

“Suzhao, you’re very proud that you’re not late today, aren’t you?”

“I, I didn’t! Don’t frame me!”

The faint sounds of conversation echoed over and over again.

Shang Quannai stopped and looked up at the nearby house number.

“The 2nd year group A… has arrived.”

Clear sunlight penetrated through the corridor windows. Shang Quannai stretched out his hand to hold the sliding door of the classroom and pulled it gently.

Creak…

The door was opened.

Wow——

The noisy chatter suddenly fell silent.

Shang Quanna slowly walked into the classroom under the watchful eyes of dozens of people in the classroom.

And he put the bag he was carrying on the podium.

He turned around and looked at everyone in the classroom.

“Ahem.” Shang Quannai coughed twice, supported the podium with his hands, and glanced at the students looking at him in the classroom:

“Hello students of Year 2 Group A.”

“I will be your class teacher for the next year.”

Shang Quannai paused:

“Jiang, Neon Ancient History Teacher.”

As he spoke, he turned around and wrote the words “Shang Quan Nai” on the blackboard:

“My name is Shang Quan Nai. Remember it. It may be a bit confusing. You can just call me Nai.”

Turn around.

Shang Quannai casually took out a brochure from his bag:

“Now, let’s do roll call.”

“Ahem.”

“Kamado Tanuhiko.”

“Ahem, here we come.”

Shang Quan Nainian’s movements paused slightly, and he raised his eyebrows and glanced at a young man with black hair and a bad look sitting in the back row.

He continued to read:

“My wife is kind and caring.”

The young man’s expression stiffened, and then he quickly pinched his throat and spoke again:

“arrive!”

Seeing this, Shang Quannai chuckled and shook his head, and then continued to shout:

“My wife Touko.”

“arrive.”

“Pingzui Qingye.”

“arrive.”

“Purgatory Momojuro.”

“arrive!”

“Jiguo…”

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(End of book)