Know Yourself in the Dragon World

"I understand. The ghosts welcome every half-blood who falls into the abyss." The Dragon King stretched out his right hand.

Han Qiu happily shook hands with him, what a damn sense of ritual.

"I still have the same request, whether I have met you or not." He said, "I don't want to start as a younger brother, nor do I want to be the head of a younger brother."

"So after you knew that 'Ryoma' was not qualified for the appointment, you told her that you wanted to see me?"

"Correct."

If I directly say that my purpose is to see you, it will inevitably arouse your suspicion, Han Qiu thought.

"Your request is a bit excessive." said the Dragon King.

Among all the fierce ghosts, only a few have code names.

It's a symbol of status.

But the resume behind the identity of "Hirano Kaede" does qualify her to make such a request.

"Is that too much?" Han Qiu said regretfully, "It seems like the ghosts will miss out on a talent like me."

"Arrogant." The Dragon King said with a smile: "I just said that you are a little too much, it doesn't mean that there is no possibility."

"It looks like there will be a test." Han Qiu understood.

"Yes, if you don't have merit and strength, even if you are given an empty position, you will not be able to make your subordinates submit. The members of the Fierce Ghost Clan are a group of evil ghosts."

"so what?"

"I will give you a team, and after completing three things, you will be given your code name."

"It's still a little different from what I asked for, but... it's acceptable. It's a compromise."

"There is something going on right now. There is a shelter outside Tokyo, or a welfare home. This is how our family deals with mixed-bloods with unstable bloodlines. You should know something about our bloodline."

Han Qiu shook his head. "Not very familiar. After all, I am not from the same family."

"'Ryoma' will introduce you to the girl just now, Sakurai Kogure. I won't go into details about her. The day after tomorrow, you take your people to that place and bring back all the poor creatures imprisoned inside."

"Sure, that doesn't sound difficult."

The Dragon King raised his lips with an evil smile, "There are people from our family guarding there. Let me see what you can do."

"You will be satisfied." Han Qiu asked: "In this case, I am one of you."

"Ah."

It was surprisingly easy.

Han Qiu stood up and bowed to show his respect.

"Go and rest, and let Longma come in."

The Dragon King waved his hands. When it came to talking about serious matters like this, he always looked listless.

Regardless of Han Qiu's presence, he began to sing an obscure opera.

Han Qiu paused for a moment, and after making sure that he was not used to this kind of performance, he pushed the door and left.

Sakurai Kogure knelt upright at the door, fascinated by the singing in the house.

"He let you in." Han Qiu smiled casually, "Now we are... people of the same trade."

"No, you are not." Sakurai Kogure opened his eyes and said to Han Qiu, "You are fundamentally different from us, Hirano-san. You are a demon full of revenge, and we are just moths yearning for the light of fire."

This unique look makes me feel pity.

Han Qiu didn't stay for long and returned to the second floor under the guidance of Sakurai Kogure.

"I will arrange for someone to place the item that symbolizes your status at your door, no later than tomorrow noon." The elevator door opened, and Sakurai Kogure returned to his proper appearance as a manager, "Good night, Hirano-san."

"Goodnight, Sakurai-san."

The elevator door slowly closed. Han Qiu looked back and saw Sakurai Kogure standing inside. He gradually smiled.

Maybe she would blame herself for disturbing such a good night.

She dressed up and prepared carefully.

There is a saying: A man will die for the one who understands him, and a woman will dress up for the one who pleases her.

Han Qiu thinks that the second half of the sentence is not correct. The wisdom of the ancients still has limitations. The second half of the sentence should be changed to "Women dress up for the man they please."

There are always crazy people in the world, both men and women.

She is also high above everyone else, and is the "dragon horse" of the fierce ghosts.

She is also silly and stupid, a girl who hides love in her heart.

In fact, the Ghost Clan is not an organization that people would feel good about. It is just because of some very special existences that the significance of ghosts is elevated.

It’s no wonder that these poor ghosts are like the internal code name of the ghost group, which is named after Japanese chess.

From the very first moment, the fate of the chess piece is determined.

Those without a code name are not even qualified to step onto the chessboard.

Han Qiu wanted to sigh, feeling uncomfortable, but he was worried about attracting someone's attention, so he held it back.

He slowly walked back to the room, and before entering the door, he instructed the guards here: "Please send a set of chess over, thank you."

This night was really hard to sleep.

Han Qiu fiddled with the chess pieces, and finally threw them all into the trash can, then stepped on the 'king' again and again.

He turned over in bed again, tossing and turning.

"Mr. Han, come out and chat with me." He finally opened his eyes, rested his head on his hands, and said in a low voice.

Mr. Han floated out and sat on the edge of the bed. "Are you in trouble?"

"Not really, it's just... there are some decisions I don't know how to make."

"I know about Minamoto no Chijo and Sakurai Kogure."

"Well. Do you think they deserve to die?" Han Qiu's voice was so soft that it could not be heard one meter away.

Whether he said it or not, Mr. Han knew what he meant.

Just opening your mouth gives you a sense of ritual in chatting.

"Genjiro has killed many people." He said, "Sakurai Kogure has also done a lot of bad things. Are they bad people?"

"Okay." Mr. Han said affirmatively.

“But they are also poor people.”

"Bad people and pitiful people do not conflict."

Han Qiu sighed silently, very long and heavy, and then returned to the original question: "Should they die?"

"I don't think I can answer this question." Mr. Han paused and continued: "You can't answer it either. Everyone is in a different position."

"I understand, but I want to have a clear conscience."

"Now is not the time to worry about this. You should consider your own situation."

"My situation?" Han Qiu yawned. "Isn't it pretty good? I've already joined the Demonic Clan, which is pretty much what I expected. Once I finish the three things that Yuan Zhinv asked me to do, I'll have a code name."

"But I think this approach cannot meet your ideal of perfection. Someone will still die in the end."

"So...what's your suggestion?"

"Why don't you choose to believe Yuan Zhinv? You can even trust Lu Mingze."

"I have thought about it, but my belief in Genjitsu and her belief in me are two different things." Han Qiu explained: "If he believes in me, he will come to me on his own. Before that, I can only try my best to play the role of Hirano Kaede."

Han Qiu suddenly laughed again, "I never thought that these disguises of mine could deceive Yuan Zhinv for long. He doesn't like the identity of 'Dragon King', which gave me an opportunity. The main purpose of coming here this time is actually to meet him and leave a certain impression. It's not about joining the fierce ghost group, which is just a gift on the way to the goal. It's also a gamble, betting that he can notice me and believe in me. If I lose, I will run and hold on until Lao Lu and the others come. If I win, then the scenery will be endless."

He sighed again: "If you force me to choose one of the two brothers of the Yuan family as a teammate, I would rather choose Yuan Zhinv. Imagine if he could guess and find out that the academy defines me as a pure-blooded dragon and suspected dragon king, how would he feel. I finally found a way to kill the 'king general', so he should think so."