I'm in Tokyo, caught in the clutches of the demon princess.

At that moment, Uesugi Yoshimasa subconsciously asked, "Are you leaving?"

"Don't worry, I won't run away this time. After all, I can't escape your grasp."

"That's true." Uesugi Yoshita smiled weakly and drifted off to sleep.

Ultimately, she was still afraid that Feng Zejian would escape again.

When Feng Zejian arrived at the courtyard, he was carrying two bags of rice and flour.

Sato Shiro saw Kazesawa carrying two bags and walking in an orderly manner, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"You're quite something, kid. You've gotten so strong in just a few years."

Feng Zejian chuckled and teased.

"No matter how strong someone is, they're not as outrageous as you."

Sato Shiro was clearly taken aback for a moment.

Looking at the four bags of rice and flour under his arm.

"There's nothing you can do about being born with superhuman strength."

At this moment, Sato Shiro was wearing a beige vest, and the Shura painting on his chest was clearly visible.

Kaze looked thoughtfully at the tattoo on Sato Shiro's chest.

"So, Dean, which side do you belong to?"

As he spoke, Feng Zejian's eyes turned into snowflake-like pupils, and his hair also turned as white as snow.

That form vanished in an instant before Sato Shiro.

Sato Shiro remained remarkably calm, but his heart was filled with utter shock.

"What have you been through these past few years, kid?"

Feng Zejian smiled.

"This is not the place to talk."

Sato Shiro didn't say anything upon hearing this, and followed Kaze Sawama to put the rice and flour he was holding into the warehouse.

Kazema sat on the rice bag and looked at Sato Shiro.

"Back to the previous topic, Dean, which group are you on?"

Sato Shiro took out a cigarette and was about to light it with a lighter.

Kazema grabbed Sato's lighter.

"Aren't you afraid of a dust explosion if you light a cigarette here?"

Sato Shiro paused for a moment, then put away both the cigarette and the lighter.

"Sorry, sorry, I've never been to school, so I really don't know anything about this. Since I'm answering your question, you also need to answer mine. Which side are you on?"

Feng Zejian looked at the somewhat empty warehouse and slowly replied.

"I don't belong to either side; I only listen to myself."

Sato Shiro grinned crookedly. "You're pretty cocky, aren't you? You're nothing special."

Chapter 125 Stop yelling here

Feng Zejian chuckled softly.

"Hehe, now you should answer my question."

Sato Shiro answered decisively.

“I used to belong to the Onmyo-ryo, but now I belong to these little devils.”

Kazema got off the rice bag and pulled Sato Shiro's vest down a bit.

Sato Shiro's painting is mainly in purplish-black tones. It depicts a terrifying, closed-eyed demon, and even a simple glance at it evokes a strong sense of oppression.

"Perhaps it's because I'm not experienced enough. The last time I felt this kind of pressure was from a Prajna."

Sato Shiro, his eyebrows raised.

"Hannya... In my memory, that's the contract pattern of Kana."

Feng Zejian's lips curled up, revealing an expression that said, "I knew it."

"You really know each other."

Sato Shiro waved his hand.

"That's ancient history. Back when they were newcomers, I mentored them for a period of time."

Feng Zejian narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Are they Kana Kumagai and her partner?"

"Well, unlike the hot-tempered Kana, Yoko is a very gentle girl. By the time I retired, they had become the twin stars of the Onmyo-ryo. It's been quite a while since we last contacted each other. How is Kana doing?"

Feng Zejian turned around and sat back down on the rice bag, looking up at the slightly swaying, broken chandelier.

"She's retired too, and now she's a homeroom teacher at a high school. As for Ye Zi, I guess she's dead. She died while investigating the truth about Guanye District."

Upon hearing Feng Zejian's words, Sato Shiro remained extremely calm.

After a long silence, Sato Shiro sighed softly.

"Sigh, I specifically told Yezi this before I left, what a pity."

A single sentence from Feng Zejian shattered the peace in Sato Shiro's heart.

"Now I am the one who seeks the truth."

Sato Castle's pupils were shaken.

"This has nothing to do with you. Stop it while you're still alive. This isn't as simple as you think."

"Dean, it's too late. I'm already incredibly close to the truth."

At that moment, a purple light enveloped Sato Shiro, who then took out the cigarettes and lighter he had previously put away and lit one.

Sato Shiro sighed as he exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Speaking of which, you and Ye Zi are quite similar. It's no coincidence that you've ended up on the same path. Since I can't hold you back, I can only push you further."

"I don't know much about what's going on in Guanye District, but it's absolutely important and absolutely crucial."

Feng Zejian's eyes hardened.

"The foliage viewing area is actually an experimental base."

"An experimental base where humans attempted to create gods. There were two masterminds behind this: one was an absolute high-ranking member of the Yin-Yang Bureau, and the other was a high-ranking member of the Imperial Family. Without a doubt, the experiment failed, or rather, they succeeded halfway. They created the gods, but they couldn't control them. I won't go into what happened next."

"Actually, many people know this truth, but what's the use of knowing it? No one will believe it, and no one dares to believe it. It doesn't change anything. I guess Ye Zi's death wasn't because she knew the truth, but because she had the opportunity to expose the truth and bring down the mastermind behind it all. So those masterminds whose interests were threatened couldn't hold back anymore."

"Ye Zi is not the first person to fall in the face of the truth, nor will she be the last, so can you change it?"

Feng Zejian pondered for a moment.

"I don't know, but I will try my best. Walking on the path of truth paved with the deaths of countless predecessors gives me a sense of mission to accomplish it."

Sato Shiro raised his fist and gently punched Kaze Sawa in the chest.

"Alright, stop spouting those words you learned from books. You're all grown up now. Have a drink with me tonight."

Feng Zejian nodded.

"Sure, I think my current alcohol tolerance is about enough to drink eight of yours."

Sato Shiro couldn't help but laugh.

"Okay, okay, haha."

The two walked out of the warehouse, where the children from the orphanage were still playing wildly.

Sato Shiro looked at the group of children running around wildly, a fierce expression on his face.

"You little devils, hurry up and move your things back. When your older brothers and sisters come home from school, you'll be getting a scolding."

Upon hearing this, the children immediately grabbed their snacks and toys and rushed back.

It was already dark.

Feng Zejian glanced at his phone; it was already past eight o'clock.

"It's past eight o'clock, almost bedtime. Can you come back?"

Sato Shiro grinned.

"I didn't say they would be back today."

Feng Zejian smiled helplessly.

Sato Shiro and Kaze Sawama were busy in the kitchen.

There are nearly a hundred children in the welfare home, with more than seventy of them attending junior high or high school.

The elementary school curriculum was taught by the dean, who didn't teach it well, but the children still managed to listen.

Sato Shiro was worried about sending such a young child to elementary school.

After all, the nearest primary school is not close to the welfare home.

There are now only about thirty children left in the welfare home.

It must have been really tough for Sato Shiro to prepare meals for more than 30 people all by himself.

And the children were even complaining of hunger in the living room.

Sato Shiro opened the kitchen door, clearly annoyed. Holding a cleaver, he snapped, "You bunch of brats, stop yelling at me! I'm cooking, are you going to starve to death?"

The children were frightened by Sato's shout.

They all waited obediently.

Sato Shiro smoked while cooking, which really gave him a carefree and unrestrained air.

Sato Shiro is somewhat unkempt, but the dishes he makes are excellent in both appearance and aroma.

The essence of the orphanage's continued existence is its abundance of soup; the children love to eat rice soaked in soup.

Cooking too much food and leaving leftovers for the next meal is not good for children's health.

I decided to cook less of the main dishes and make up for it with rice and soup.

Before cooking each dish, Sato Shiro would taste a bite first.

Make sure the children will be fine after eating it.

This cautious personality was developed before he retired.

Feng Zejian sliced ​​the ingredients into thin strips, preparing to make a cold dish.

"By the way, you must have received a lot of money after retiring from that place."

"I only keep a little money for cigarettes and alcohol; the rest I spend on the kids."

Feng Zejian smiled.

"That's not what I meant. What I wanted to ask is, do you have some special attachment to this orphanage?"

Upon hearing this, Sato Shiro paused for a moment while stirring the pot.

“Initially, all the children here had parents; they were the children of my colleagues and juniors. Our work was too dangerous, and unforeseen events could happen at any time. Moreover, most of the members were orphans.”

Feng Ze indirectly said:

"So they think there's no pressure on orphans to sacrifice themselves?"

Sato Shiro made a joke.

"Isn't this a microcosm of society?"

"So, in order to prevent these children from repeating the same mistakes, you brought them to this remote place."

Sato Shiro gave a wry smile.

"Sigh, do you think the Bureau of Yin and Yang can't reach here?"