Hokkaido, Nemuro City, seaside base.

On the surface, it is a technology research and development company, but in fact, it is the headquarters of Sen Luo Xiangxiang.

Compared with other cities in Hokkaido, Nemuro City is not outstanding. It is remote and lonely, but also beautiful and peaceful.

Sen Luo's base camp is very close to Fenglian Lake.

Fenglian Lake is a typical soda lake, where fresh water and sea water intersect, the water quality is rich in nutrients, there are many fish, shrimp, insects and crabs, and the environment is beautiful. Therefore, it is also a temporary residence for hundreds of species of birds.

Since Qin Ye went to Tokyo Prefecture, he doesn't like to stay in the base very much, and always goes to Fenglian Lake alone.

If the organization called Sen Luo Xiangxiang was indeed established by his will at the beginning, but after so many years, the infiltration game of various forces, coupled with the terrifying attraction of immortality, in fact, Sen Luo Xiangxiang has already no longer belong to anyone.

It has long been alienated into a monster that will "self" keep moving towards eternal life.

No one dared to stop it, and no one could stop it.

Not even Qin.

Just like this period of time, without him as the boss, Sen Luo's face is still operating stably.

But today, Qin was not alone. There was another person who went to Fenglian Lake with him——Zhang Yunian.

"We haven't seen each other for a long time, Yu Nian."

The tone of Qin Ye and Zhang Yunian's conversation was not unfamiliar.

Zhang Yunian nodded slightly: "Yes, Uncle Qin..."

Zhang Yunian had met Qin Ye when he was a child. Although the Zhang family and the Qin family were not on good terms, they were harmonious.

Zhang Yunian's general image of Qin Ye came from his parents. According to his parents, this Uncle Qin was a very knowledgeable person, and he knew all the history of ancient and modern China and foreign countries like the back of his hand. However, Zhang Yunian saw Qin Ye very rarely, only once or twice, and they were all during the New Year's Eve.

Qin Ye is always in a hurry, and the children in the family are not disciplined.

Until now, Zhang Yunian didn't know what Qin Ye had done.

Although the intersection between the two existed, it was not deep. However, there was no embarrassing atmosphere between Qin Ye and Zhang Yunian.

"The leaves dance in the wind, weep in the shade,

Strangers, two strangers,

Played today, the song of the dead,

Meteors do not return, people go and do not return,

Today I leave, my voice is exhausted,

Clothes are left by the evening wind, clouds are left by the setting sun,

Crimson stains the face, fear stains the heart,

..."

In the wind with moist water vapor, there was a burst of singing.

Zhang Yunian stopped and stood there with a look of surprise on his face.

Qin Ye turned a blind eye and continued to walk towards Fenglian Lake step by step.

Zhang Yunian thought for a moment and followed.

Strangely, the closer you get, the more blurred the singing becomes.

He couldn't even tell whether the singer was a man or a woman, but felt a tragic beauty and an unspeakable sadness.

Speaking of which... in Japan, beauty is inevitably associated with sadness.

Qin also stopped in his footsteps, and his singing gradually became weaker, as if it had melted into the dense damp water vapor.

Under the setting sun, the mist flying from the water seemed to sway, and it was plated with a layer of red and gold gauze.

"You heard that voice just now."

Qin also said.

Zhang Yunian nodded and said, "Who is that?"

Qin also looked at the water surface, and the migratory birds' flying leaps scratched the water surface, creating ripples of the setting sun.

"Can you understand? The voice just now, although some tones are strange, is not Japanese." Qin also said again.

Zhang Yunian was stunned, because he cared too much about Qin Ye, the strange environment around him, and where the singing came from, so that although he listened to the lyrics carefully, he didn't realize that the low-pitched singing just now , turned out to be all old sayings, and the tune is not Japanese style.

Although Japanese traditional music was deeply influenced by ancient China and was created by Gongshang Jiao Zhengyu, their horn and feather sounds, that is, mi and la, are descending mi and descending la. Changes have also led to more euphemisms and twists in traditional Japanese tunes, or...more feminine and weird.

But the singing just now was a typical major key, could it be that...

Zhang Yunian looked at Qin Ye, only to hear Qin Ye say, "That was the voice of a thousand years ago."

"To be more precise, it was the Heian period in Japan, and the late Tang Dynasty in our country."

Qin Ye's remarks seemed to open a certain door, and the mist floating on the water suddenly surged up, and the two were instantly immersed in the white mist.

Another small singing voice came out abruptly from behind Zhang Yunian, as if giving a short, low reprimand, bringing a breeze out of thin air, wrapped in mist, and swirling away.

Immediately afterwards, a cluster of tiny flowers hit Zhang Yunian's exposed neck along the wind.

He reached out and took it off.

Bright yellow stamens... As the petals stretch out, the leaves are emerald green, like jade carvings...

This turned out to be - chrysanthemum?

No...impossible, how can there be chrysanthemums this season?

Zhang Yunian turned his head to look.

Where the chrysanthemums were blown, the mist became more and more hazy.

On the edge of the grass and trees wet by the fog, the water droplets converged quietly, almost dripping down along the emerald green.

Zhang Yunian was stunned.

What did he see?

Chrysanthemums stained with the golden color of the setting sun appeared in the depths of the fog, and under the flowers, it seemed that shadowy human figures could be seen.

what is this?

Mirage?

Chrysanthemums originally gave people a very quiet and unyielding feeling, but at this moment, the chrysanthemums appearing in the dense fog seemed to be uttering silent roars and miserable howls. Although life exists, it is like Candles in the wind.

A strange, unspeakable, and extremely oppressive aura came from the surface.

Qin also seemed to understand what he was feeling at the moment, and said in a low voice, "The two worlds... are almost connected."

Zhang Yunian suddenly came back to his senses and looked at Qin Ye in disbelief: "Pass through?"

"You are an unexpected person in the true sense. However, since you are here, try your best..."

Qin also suddenly laughed.

His smile was not meant to make fun of him, but with some helplessness.

"I... don't understand what you mean, I just want to..."

"Resurrection Zhang Lu?"

Qin also asked.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Yunian shook his head: "Life and death are a kind of harmony that cannot be broken. Since Zhang Lu is dead, he should stay in the world of the dead."

The curious person, it was Qin Ye's turn, he stared at this young man who was growing up by himself: "Then, what do you want to do?"

Zhang Yunian looked into Qin Ye's eyes without hesitation, and said, "Destroy the sacrificial banquet, it shouldn't exist. It's like... what you're doing."

Qin Ye's pupils shrank, turned sideways, and stopped talking.

"Although I don't know what you're going to do, I can feel your purpose, Uncle Qin." Zhang Yunian released his hand, and the chrysanthemum quickly dissipated in the mist, even if it never appeared, "I I told them that the safe place for this festival is Nemuro City."

"But... if it wasn't for your acquiescence, I would never have known that Nemuro City was a safe place, and it would have been impossible to tell them so easily."

"Furthermore, with Sen Luo's face now showing his ability to influence the sacrificial banquet, if you want to control everyone selected by the sacrificial banquet, you can use a simpler, cruder and more effective method."

"But you didn't... Uncle Qin."