Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before slaying the dragon

The bullet grazed the hem of Fengjian Liuli's clothes and hit the candlestick in front of the shrine, splashing sparks. The figure with a gun outside the door also rushed into the worship hall. It was obvious that Fengjian Liuli would no longer appear at the angle where he could be aimed at at the door, making her a living target.

The two hostile parties were facing each other quietly in the dark worship hall. One against two, and the other had a gun in his hand. No matter how you looked at it, Fengjian Liuli was at a disadvantage in this battle, but he was not too panicked at all.

Because like Minamoto no Nakasei, he is also an "emperor", and Kazama Ruri's body also inherits the "imperial blood" of their father Uesugi Kotsu. Even Kazama Ruri's bloodline is half stronger than Minamoto no Nakasei's... When the personality of Kazama Ruri controls this body, his strength is unquestionable, like a monster. There are only a handful of people in Japan who can be stronger than him in combat.

Perhaps the other party had a keen intuition and realized that Fengjian Liuli was not simple, so the two uninvited guests reminded each other.

"This guy is very strong!" said the man who rushed into the worship hall first. "He had the chance to kill me just now. I felt like I was facing a calm beast. Don't take it lightly!"

"Nonsense, of course I know!" the other person responded angrily, "I just experienced it. He dodged my bullet. How can an ordinary person dodge a bullet?"

Of course, these two uninvited guests were not fools. They would not stand there and chat while confronting Fengjian Liuli. They moved at high speed in the dark worship hall, ready for Fengjian Liuli. As soon as they finished speaking, they quickly surrounded Fengjian Liuli, forming a horn.

However, Fengjian Liuli was not in a hurry at all. Facing the siege of two people, he did not even dodge. The burly figure of the warrior rushed towards him like a tank. Fengjian Liuli just stretched out a hand. Seeing that the other party was slamming into his body fiercely, at the critical moment, Fengjian Liuli moved a small step to the side.

It was just such a small step, but the distance and timing required very precise calculations. The figure of the warrior passed in front of Fengjian Liuli. Fengjian Liuli put his outstretched hand on the man's back. He only exerted a little force and pulled the burly and majestic figure towards the wall of the worship hall at a faster speed. The technique used by Fengjian Liuli seemed understated, but it required a lot of cleverness, similar to the method of using a little force to move a great object in ancient Chinese martial arts.

After pushing one person away, Fengjian Liuli started moving at high speed. The other person wanted to aim his gun at Fengjian Liuli's figure, but he couldn't lock on... because Fengjian Liuli's speed was too fast, and her figure was difficult to catch, floating like a ghost.

Mirror Heart Wisdom Flow·Vasara Dance.

The name contains the word "dance", but in fact it is not a dance at all, but the footwork in swordsmanship. In Edo during the shogunate period, which is today's Tokyo, there were three extremely prestigious swordsmanship dojos: the Shigakukan of Kagami Shin Akechi-ryu, the Genbukan of Hokushin Ittoryu, and the Renbingkan of Shinto Munen-ryu.

，他能遵之脑，他一直在要讲精道，他只想查找。 精道教校校老师的剑教 philosophies,一起翻譯最只想的刀，一起一直在最只想进行剑教，一起只想让的人还只想让的人只想让的人只想让的人只想非常难以理解。

Among the elders of the Snake Eight Families are masters of Kagami Shinake-ryu, Hokushin Ittoryu and Shinto Munen-ryu. As the heir to the patriarch, Minamoto no Chisei has practiced these three swordsmanships and has reached a high level in all of them, approaching the level of a master... This was arranged by Herzog's instructions, because Tachibana Masamune declared that Minamoto no Chisei was Amaterasu, the heir to the "imperial blood". He must possess unmatched strength to become the sharpest sword of the Snake Eight Families.

But what the Sheqi Eight Clans didn't know was that Herzog had made the same arrangement for Fengjian Liuli. The Menggui Clan also had masters of these three sword schools. Although they were not as good as the three masters of the Sheqi Eight Clans, Fengjian Liuli was extremely talented in swordsmanship. He possessed amazing swordsmanship at a young age. If he had enough experience, he could even challenge the title of Sword Saint!

The gunman's crosshairs could not catch up with Fengjian Liuli at all. Fengjian Liuli's figure was spinning around his body in the dark worship hall like a charming dancer, as light as a gust of wind. The gunman tried his best but could not catch up with Fengjian Liuli's pace. There were even several moments when his eyes could hardly catch the shadow of Fengjian Liuli. It seemed that this elegant swordsman would disappear at any time.

A bolt of lightning struck outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and the lightning shone into the worship hall, making people dizzy. In a trance, the figure of Fengjian Liuli seemed to split into several, floating in different directions. The gunman was still panicked and had not reacted, and the real Fengjian Liuli suddenly appeared behind him, and the back of the knife swiftly lashed on the wrist holding the gun.

With a "click", the pistol fell on the tatami. The gunman cried out in his heart that something was wrong. Before his body could react, a sharp long knife was pressed against his neck. He felt a cold touch on his skin, which was the breath of death. The gunman's nerves were pounding. He could feel a clear pain in his neck, and something slightly cool was sliding down his neck.

That was his blood, and the air was filled with the cold smell of blood. The murderous intent was sharp and piercing. Although Fengjian Liuli did not warn him, the gunman knew very well that this was not just a threat and warning. If he really made any unusual movements, he would end up with his head rolling off... The other party was 100% a cold-blooded killer. He could feel the icy breath like a severe winter emanating from the other party. Only a guy who had killed countless people would have such a terrifying oppressive power!

This is the absolutely oppressive power of the "Emperor". Fengjian Liuli is also an "Emperor". If Fengjian Liuli had no scruples, he could have easily killed the two of them a long time ago. But Fengjian Liuli now knows that he is not a "ghost". His nature is not evil when he is not controlled by Herzog. Besides, Lu Mingfei also told him that the Sheqi Eight Families are not enemies. Before figuring out the other party's identity and intentions, Fengjian Liuli did not want to kill them in the room where his brother often stayed.

"Don't do it, I surrender!" The gunman was a man who knew what was happening. He immediately raised his hands to show his attitude, and his body did not move.

"Damn it, you wimp! I look down on you!" The warrior who had crashed into the wall turned around, clutching his bruised head and cursing at the gunman. "When I was captured, I told you to just leave me alone and shoot. How come you surrendered immediately when you came to me? Do you still want to kowtow to that guy?"

"That's easy to say, but have you forgotten what we're here for?" The gunman retorted angrily, "If we all die here, who will come to the young master? You think I'm surrendering to the enemy? I'm just being foolish! A wise general takes advantage of their carelessness and stabs them in the back. Otherwise, even if your head is chopped off, what chance do you have of resisting? You fool!"

"I'd rather die than bow to that old dog General Wang's men," the fierce general said coldly. "Don't forget who we are and who we represent. We can't be afraid of death, otherwise we'll lose the Young Master's dignity!"

"What a reckless man!" The gunman sighed helplessly, shaking his head. "Can't you tell what's important? Compared to things like face and dignity, the safety of the young master is obviously more important! If losing our two worthless heads can bring back the missing young master, then losing our heads is fine. At least it's not a loss! But what's the point of us dying here for no reason? Have you forgotten why we came here?"

The general stubbornly replied, "We don't even know why the young master disappeared. We just followed our suspicions and his habits to find this place, and we just happened to run into this sneaky guy!" The general remained unyielding. "Are you sure you can get any information about the young master out of a guy like him?"

"Young Master? General Wang's men?" Feng Jian Liuli frowned slightly. "What are you talking about? Who is your Young Master?"

"Stop acting, you lackey of the king!" The fierce general said to Feng Jianli in a cold tone, "Either you kill me and the crow here, or if we find an opportunity, we will wipe out all of you fierce ghosts and I will also find the young master. The young master must have been kidnapped by you fierce ghosts!"

Hearing the name "Crow", Fengjian Liuli seemed to remember something. He looked carefully at the burly warrior by the wall, and squinted at the gun-wielding figure nearby. These two people overlapped with the two people in his impression. Fengjian Liuli suddenly realized that they were two "acquaintances"!

"Yaksha? Crow?" Fengjian Liuli asked the two of them.

"Huh? You know us?" The gunman was stunned.

"Crow, don't be bewitched by him!" Yasha warned loudly, "We follow the young master and show our faces quite a lot. It's normal for us to be recognized by the fierce ghosts."

Seeing his name being shouted out by the enemy, Yasha once again bravely charged towards Kazama Ruri... However, his target was not Kazama Ruri, but the crow captured by Kazama Ruri.

Knowing the identities of the two men, Fengjian Liuli was of course even less likely to kill them. He retracted his long sword and kicked Crow on the butt. Crow was kicked away and staggered forward, bumping into Yaksha. The two rolled to the ground.

"Fuck, your chest is made of iron!" Crow yelled in pain, "You're gonna break my ribs!"

"Who told you to only practice spear every day and not keep fit? You're as skinny as a bamboo pole." Yaksha pushed Crow aside and was determined to fight to the death with Fengjian Liuli.

"Yaksha, Crow." A sudden voice stopped Yaksha's actions.

At the same time, the candles on the altar were lit, the haze was dispelled, and the bright yellow candlelight filled the entire altar.

Yaksha turned his head and stared at Crow in a daze, the two of them staring at each other in confusion.

Ruri Kazama looked towards the altar, and a slender black shadow appeared there. She was a female ninja wearing a black combat uniform, and she was another "old acquaintance".

Yabuki Sakura.

Sakura nodded to Kazama Ruri. She slowly walked towards Yasha and Crow and said expressionlessly, "Kazama Ruri is not an enemy."

Chapter 605 Traces

"Kazema Ruri?"

Yaksha and Crow were both stunned. Their eyes all fell on Fengjian Liuli. Only then did they see clearly that the young man who sneaked into the worship hall of the Sheqi Eight Families had a face that was at least 70% similar to that of the young master Yuan Zhisheng.

"Is this guy Fengjian Liuli? Isn't Fengjian Liuli the Dragon King of the Fierce Ghost Clan?" Crow looked at Fengjian Liuli, saying suspiciously, "How can the Dragon King of the Fierce Ghost Clan not be an enemy? Sakura, are you crazy?"

Yasha also stared at Fengjian Liuli with a fierce look, his body still maintained a tense state, this was Yasha's combat state... In Yasha's view, Fengjian Liuli, as the second-in-command of the Menggui Group, was undoubtedly an enemy. The wound on Yasha's forehead was still bleeding. In the brief confrontation just now, he had deeply felt the power of Fengjian Liuli.

This young man is the extremely evil "ghost". In a sense, he is an existence equal to the "Emperor" of the Sheqi Eight Families. If there is anyone in Japan today who has the ability to threaten Gen Chisheng, apart from the people of Kassel Academy and the unfathomable King General, it is only this young man in front of him... Yasha subconsciously feels that the disappearance of the young master is likely related to the young man who suddenly appeared in the old shrine of the Sheqi Eight Families!

"Kazama Ruri has another name, Genji-no-na." Sakura explained to Yasha and Crow, "He is the young master's younger brother."

Yaksha and Crow were both stunned...Brother? Yuan Zhisheng's brother? They considered themselves the young master's absolute confidants, but they had never heard of the young master having a younger brother. What's more, the younger brother of the head of the Sheqi Eight Clan was actually the Dragon King of the Fierce Ghosts?

However, after seeing Fengjian Liuli in person, Yasha and Crow were convinced that this man was the young master's younger brother, because the two were too similar... not only in appearance, but also in spirit. It's just that Fengjian Liuli and Minamoto Chisheng have different temperaments, otherwise he could completely disguise himself as Minamoto Chisheng with a little makeup, but it would be difficult to tell them apart if he stood in front of the other heads of the eight Sheqi families.

"Young Master, why has he never mentioned this brother to us?" Crow stared at Fengjian Liuli and asked cautiously, "And why is the younger brother of the head of the Sheqi Eight Clan the Dragon King of the Fierce Ghost Clan? He can't be an undercover agent, lurking in the Fierce Ghost Clan since childhood, and eventually rising to the position of second-in-command of the organization?"

"No, my brother never mentioned me because he didn't know I was still alive." Feng Jian Liuli shook her head. "My brother once thought I was dead and killed me with his own hands."

Yasha and Crow looked at each other, their brows frowned even deeper, obviously neither of them understood what Fengjian Liuli meant.

Killed? The young master had killed his own brother? How could a murdered person appear before them?

"It's truly an incredible experience. My brother and I have completely opposite personalities. He's upright and proud, and I'm timid and weak, but we are indeed brothers." Fengjian Liuli whispered, "This story begins in our childhood. As far as I can remember, my brother and I have been fostered in the mountains outside Tokyo..."

Kazama Ruri eloquently recounted the story of his and Minamoto Chisei's childhood. He was originally a peerless actor who could capture the hearts of the audience whenever he stepped onto the stage to perform a piece, not to mention that he was now narrating his own life?

Yasha and Crow, who were listening to the story, were all moved. Crow was an emotional person, and after hearing Ruri Kazama's story, his face wrinkled up and he looked like he could cry at any time. Even a tough guy like Yasha couldn't help but frown.

What they didn't expect the most was that the patriarch had such a sad past. At this moment, Yaksha and Crow could finally understand why the patriarch's personality was so twisted... He was clearly an extremely arrogant person, but he avoided power and status. He was clearly burdened with the fate of a great man, but he just wanted to live an ordinary life like an ordinary person.

It was precisely because of this responsibility, this destiny, that he had been born into, that he had personally killed his own brother, who had fallen into the realm of the demon. How contradictory must such a life be? The regrets of his past filled Gen Chisheng with such exhaustion that he desperately wanted to flee Japan, to a place where no one knew him, to waste his long life.

"You're saying you're not actually a 'ghost', but that you're being controlled by the King?" Crow was a military strategist after all, and his mind was working quickly. He asked Feng Jianli, "How did the King control you? His words? Hypnosis? Or the Nightmare of the Deep Dream?"

"No, it's through a strange clapperboard sound," Fengjian Liuli explained. "Before I even had any memories, Herzog performed a brain-splitting surgery on me. He was able to use the fixed-frequency clapperboard sound to awaken my second personality and control me. He deceived me into believing I was an extremely evil 'ghost', but in reality, he used the clapperboard sound to turn me into his puppet, killing people according to his will."

"So you're not actually a 'ghost'?" Yasha asked.

"Yes, I also inherited the 'royal blood'." Feng Jianli nodded. "My brother and I are both Herzog's best experimental subjects. Our bloodlines are stable. It's just that my brother didn't have the pontine splitting surgery, so logically, he can't be controlled by Herzog."

"Wait, wait." Crow interrupted Fengjian Liuli, "Where did this Herzog come from? Young Master and you are his products? What does this mean? Is this guy your father?"

"No, our father was the patriarch of the Snake Eight Clan sixty-two years ago, Uesugi Yue. My brother and I were created using Uesugi Yue's bloodline as material, through genetic cloning and in vitro fertilization technology," said Kazama Ruri. "And the person who created us is Dr. Herzog. He was the chief scientist of the Third Reich and the foremost person in the field of hybrid genetics in the former Soviet Union. Herzog is also known as the King General."

"Wang Jiang isn't Japanese?" Crow was shocked. "So this guy is a scientist? Then why did he come all the way to Japan? And how did he find you to perform that splitting surgery?"

"Split-pons surgery creates a completely independent and opposite personality," said Ruri Kazama. "Herzog came to Japan to revive the White King. Besides being the King General, Herzog has another identity."

"His other name is... Tachibana Masamune." Kazama Ruri looked at Yasha and Crow and said this, as if she was spitting out the real name of the devil.

The expressions of Yasha and Crow changed at the same time, with surprise and anger filling their faces. The Crow's mouth grew large enough to fit an egg, while Yasha, who had an even hotter temper, rushed forward, grabbed Fengjian Liuli by the collar, and glared at him.

"You bastard, do you know what you're saying?" Yasha growled. "I don't care if you're the Young Master's brother or not, but I won't allow you to speak so arrogantly. You're even slandering a dead person?"

Fengjian Liuli neither refuted nor resisted. With his strength, he could easily knock the rude Yasha to the ground, but he didn't. Fengjian Liuli just stared into Yasha's eyes quietly, watching the most genuine anger and sorrow revealed in the other's eyes.

A slap knocked away Yasha's hand that was holding Fengjian Liuli's collar. Yasha turned around in disbelief, looking at the guy who slapped his hand away but didn't dare to fight back.

"What Kazama Ruri said is true." Sakura looked at Yasha, her expression and tone extremely serious. "Mr. Masamune... Tachibana Masamune is Herzog, and also the King General. They are the same person, but he uses three identities, playing three roles. He deceived the Oni Clan and the Snake Eight Clan, and at the same time supported Kazama Ruri and the Young Master to inherit the leadership of the two major organizations, in order to start a war between us, so that he can achieve his goal of resurrecting the 'God'."

"But... how is this possible?" Yasha's brows were almost wrinkled into the shape of a "川" character, he still couldn't believe it, "That's Mr. Masamune, that's Mr. Masamune... Isn't it because of Masamune's leadership that the Yaki Eight Clan has come to where it is today? Mr. Masamune's betrayal of the Yaki Eight Clan is equivalent to Tokugawa Ieyasu betraying the Tokugawa family, isn't it?"

For a rough-minded person like Yasha, it is difficult to change his mind about what he has made up his mind. He has been with the young master Minamoto no Chisei for several years. During these years, Minamoto no Chisei has always respected Tachibana Masamune as a father. Yasha of course respects the young master's father even more. He never thought that this meritorious official of the Snake Eight Clan would betray the Snake Eight Clan... The word "betrayal" is not appropriate to describe it. If what Kazama Ruri said is true, Tachibana Masamune simply regarded the Snake Eight Clan as a chess piece that can be discarded at any time. These remarks shattered Yasha's three views.

"Yaksha, do you remember the day of Mr. Masamune's funeral?" Crow suddenly asked Yasha. "Because it was during a time of war, Mr. Masamune's funeral was kept simple according to family rules. On the day of the funeral, only the heads of the eight clans, important retainers, and elders of the family were in attendance. When the priest read the eulogy that day, did you notice the young master's expression?"

"What's that expression, young master?" Yaksha was stunned. Of course, he was too thick-skinned to notice such a subtle thing.

"The elders who were close friends with Mr. Masamune were all in tears. Even the head of the Sakurai family couldn't help crying, but the young master didn't cry." said Crow.

"Isn't it normal that the young master didn't cry?" Yaksha said, "When have you ever seen the young master cry in all these years? Hasn't the young master always been such a tough guy? A man like him wouldn't shed tears in front of others, and only shed tears in his heart."

"Damn it, who's talking to you about this? Why are you using such sour words? You don't think you're a poet, do you?" Crow said angrily, "What I mean is, Mr. Masamune is dead. As the young master who was closest to Mr. Masamune, even if he didn't cry bitterly at the funeral, he should at least express his grief, right? But that day, the young master's expression was very cold, as if he wasn't a father figure, but attending the funeral of a stranger... Do you remember that day, we hurriedly left the shrine before the funeral ceremony was over?"

Yasha was stunned. He recalled the events of Tachibana Masamune's funeral. It was exactly as the crow had described... Thinking about it, it was indeed strange. Even if one tried to hide it, how could one not feel grief over the passing of a loved one? Even if there was something important, how could the heir be the first to leave the funeral?

"Now that you mention it, I remember." Yasha suddenly realized, "After Mr. Masamune passed away, the priest kept coming to me with the long sword he forged during his lifetime, saying that it was left to the young master by Mr. Masamune. But when I gave the sword to the young master, he didn't even look at it and asked me to throw it into Mr. Masamune's sword museum. At that time, I thought the young master was dissatisfied with Mr. Masamune's poor sword-making skills!"

"Stupid!" Crow jumped up and slapped Yasha on the back of the head. "You've followed the young master for so many years, and you still don't understand his character? What kind of famous sword can't the Eight Snake Clan find? Is the young master the kind of person who despises the poor and loves the rich?"

"So Mr. Masamune really did deceive the family?" Yasha's eyes widened as if he had just been enlightened. "And the young master also knows Mr. Masamune's true identity, but he's hiding it from all of us?"

"No, I know the truth about this matter," said Sakura.

"Why did the young master only tell Ying and hide it from the two of us?" Yasha looked at Crow.

"Stupid! I'm just worried that a rough guy like you won't be able to hide your emotions and will accidentally reveal them!" Crow said coldly to Yaksha, "It's all your fault. You've made the young master lose trust in me, too. I guess I'll have to stay out of your company from now on!"

"Now is not the time for verbal battles." Ying stopped Yasha and Crow with a single word. "The young master has already met with Kazama-kun, and the misunderstanding between them has been resolved. Kazama-kun is not the enemy of the family, nor is Kassel Academy. Everyone's goal is to kill Herzog."

"Yes." Feng Jianli nodded, "Herzog is not dead, it's only his substitute who died."

"So our only enemy is Herzog, right?" Crow said with a displeased look on his face. "He's actually tricked all of us. If I catch that old guy, I'll definitely fill him with cement and sink him in Tokyo Bay!"

"Why is Kazama-kun at the family shrine?" Sakura looked at Kazama Ruri, "Do you know where the young master went?"

"I came here to look for my brother," Feng Jianli said, "I had a feeling that my brother must have been here before he disappeared."

"As expected of the young master's brother, he thinks the same as me!" Crow gave Fengjian Liuli a thumbs-up. "When the young master is in a bad mood, he likes to come here and drink alone."

"I've had a bad feeling these past few days." Feng Jianli showed a worried expression. He said in a deep voice, "My brother might have been taken away by Herzog."

"The young master is so powerful, how can Herzog take him away?" Yaksha's face was full of disbelief.

Chapter 606 Herzog Arrives at Hongjing

"Is this the pontine splitting surgery you mentioned?" Crow asked Fengjian Liuli, "Did the young master also undergo the pontine splitting surgery you mentioned, and then be controlled by Herzog?"

"No, actually, it was Lu Jun who told me about the pontine splitting surgery." Feng Jian Liuli shook her head, "But according to Lu Jun, my brother didn't have this surgery because his personality wasn't as delicate as mine. Herzog felt he could manipulate him through his personality and sense of justice, so he didn't have the pontine splitting surgery on him."

"Kazama-kun, you said the young master was taken away by Herzog." Ying looked at Kazama Ruri, "Do you have any basis for your suspicion?"

Feng Jianli did not answer Ying's question immediately, but asked a question in return: "Does this worship hall often have people coming here on weekdays?"

"Very rarely. Apart from the young master coming occasionally, even the priests of the shrine rarely enter the offering hall, except during major festivals and sacrificial ceremonies." Sakura shook her head and asked Kazama Ruri, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong in the offering hall?"

"Yes, I arrived at the offering hall five minutes before you. The incense in the incense burner burned out halfway. I observed that the ash was very fresh, so it must have been burned in the past few days." Fengjian Liuli said, "It is a bad omen to have incense and candles go out before they are completely burned. That's why the red incense and candles in the offering hall of the Eight Clans of Sheqi are all of the highest quality. These incense and candles are almost impossible to go out naturally."

"Were the incense and candles extinguished manually?" Ying frowned slightly.

"That's what I meant." Feng Jianli nodded. "Also, I found a bottle of wine in the corner by the window. It's been opened and half drunk, but the smell is still very strong. It hasn't been fully oxidized and fermented. This bottle of wine must have been opened in the past few days."

As she spoke, Ruri Kazama took a few steps, bent down, picked up the bottle of 18-year-old Yamazaki whiskey on the tatami, and handed it to Sakura.

"Isn't this the wine the young master often drinks?" Crow stared at the bottle of Yamazaki whiskey in Sakura's hand, his eyes wide. "Yes, this is the wine that Mr. Masamune often drinks with the young master. I've even heard them discuss the history and culture of this wine."

"Where did you find this bottle of wine? Was it by the French window?" Crow looked at Fengjian Liuli. "That's also the young master's favorite place in this worship hall. Whenever he has something on his mind, he always likes to lean against the French window, drinking while staring out at the rainy Tokyo."

"So, my premonition might have come true. When I learned my brother was missing, my intuition told me he might have gone to a familiar place, so I came here, and sure enough, I met you here." Feng Jianli said solemnly, "Seeing you has strengthened my belief. You are all my brother's closest people, and you all understand him. But Herzog also knows my brother, and he could have guessed that he would come here."

"You mean, Herzog took the young master away from here?" Crow frowned slightly, puzzled. "But why would the young master leave with him when he knew his identity?"

"Taking him away by force is even more impossible." Yasha glanced around the worship hall and added in a deep voice, "You and the young master share the same bloodline. You should know the power of the 'Emperor' better than we do. In Japan, no one can easily take the young master away. Moreover, there are so many priests around. They would have heard any loud noise. There are no signs of fighting in the worship hall."

"Don't think Herzog is too simple. I've had a lot of contact with him, but I still can't see through him." Fengjian Liuli pointed to his temple. "Compared to his strength, this man's cunning and brains are more terrifying."

"What's wrong, Sakura?" Crow suddenly looked at Sakura.

Sakura, who had been silent all the time, seemed to have discovered something. She quickly walked to the candlestick and carefully looked at the bottle of 18-year-old Yamazaki whiskey in her hand with the help of candlelight... Suddenly, Sakura tore off all the labels and drawings on the bottle. The moment she saw the bottle, Sakura's face changed, and Kazama Ruri, Yasha and Crow also quickly came over.

There were two cracks on the transparent wine bottle, but only the glass in the middle of the bottle was cracked. The cracks did not spread to the bottom or the mouth of the bottle. The bottle did not break, and the gap was not large enough to expose the wine in the bottle.

"The bottle is broken?" Crow looked at Yasha, "Did you break the bottle just now?"

"It wasn't me." Yasha shook his head. "I stopped moving when I realized I'd been tricked. I didn't even touch it."

"It wasn't smashed." Feng Jianli frowned slightly. "I threw the bottle very gently. The tatami in the hall is very soft. That kind of force shouldn't have cracked it. And the crack is in the wrong place. From a mechanical point of view, no matter which direction the bottle landed, it should have cracked from the edge, not the center."