<strong>Chapter 351 Sound of Crying in the Hongu Sengen Taisha Shrine</strong>


    Five minutes have passed since seven o’clock Togyo time when everyone was alert. Various blocks of Shibuya are busy and orderly. There is nothing unusual.


    Did they really scare off the wire-puller?


    Lin Luoran purses her lips tightly. She always feels some key factors might have been ignored. But what are they?


    Therees turmoil around the department store. Lots of inclothes men take actions and people with personal ability encircle that noisy ce. A young man with dyed yellow hair is pushed to the ground. It turns out that he is just a thief who is caught by the owner in front of the department store. People from Huaxia and the Nihon local authorities are both disappointed.


    This is just an ordinary thief. No one tries to cause chaos to make a profit in the troubled situation.


    The night breeze blows Lin Luoran’s skirt. In her eyes, there is a splendid city light. Lin Qingxue can feel the emotion of depression from her.


    Themunicator on Lin Qingxue’s wrist suddenly rings. She presses a button and a virtual screen asrge as aputer screen is cast in front of her. This is a gadget derived from the research of “Yulee Technology” in the State of Huaxia. Transmitted through encrypted 3D video technology, the information loaded here cannot be intercepted. The gadget would explode within 3 seconds if it was removed from the user’s wrist without the exact uninstalling password.


    Lin Qingxue is really surprised by what is said in the video. She chooses to share it with her fellows.


    In so doing, Lin Luoran can also see the video and hear the sound. Before she could make anyments about this advanced technology, she frowns for what she sees.


    Under the orange streetmps, there suddenly came a scream from the two cars rushing on the mountain road. The braking sound pierced through the tranquility of the mountain.


    Then the scene was changed. Two extremely fast figures rushed to the two cars. They moved so quickly that their faces became obscure in the video. However, Lin Luoran has already felt something very familiar. Lin Qingxue taps to pause and then zooms in to see their faces. Lin Luoran finally knows where thesting uneasiness is from.


    They are definitely Lin Luodong and Huang Weijian!


    If she was an ordinary Huaxia parent, under the circumstances, she would get overwhelmed by anger and severely scold these two disobedient teenagers. But now Lin Luoran knows she has to find them first even when she wants to beat them up.


    This is a video clipsting just a few tens of seconds. From the sudden scream and braking in thene to two teenagers rushing towards the direction of vehicles, the videoes to an abrupt end.


    “Miss Lin, the video was taken on the 2nd section of Lake Kawaguchi hiking entrance, Mount Fuji, at 7 o’clock Togyo time. We received this video at 7:05 Togyo time. The probability of our logistic member who shot this video being killed is 99%.


    If he were still alive, he wouldn’t need five minutes to send such an important video. It must be themunicator who sent the message automatically five minutes after its owner’s pulse stopped.


    As a member of Special Forces, Lin Qingxue has ever witnessed herrades dying beside her. But now her eyes still grow wet. The teammate who was dispatched on the 2nd section of the road is Hang Kun. They have been friends for eight years.


    Lin Luoran can feel the sorrow as a female soldier. 99% chance of death? This opinion might be out of a soldier’s meticulosity. In fact, the member of the logistics units of the Special Forces who recorded the video and transmitted it back was almost certain to be dead, as Lin Qingxue has said.


    What had happened before he died?


    Are Lin Luodong and Huang Weijian still alive?


    Time is tight. Lin Luoran just leaves the sentence “Sort out his information for me” and then she heads for the direction of Mount Fuji on her sword. Now all she can say is some useless constions. Even if the soldier’s families would bepensatedter, how can it be paid in exchange for living life?


    Lin Luoran is not a mercy goddess. But thinking that an unknown soldier has sent the message of Lin Luodong and Huang Weijian at the cost of his death, she cannot be as indifferent as she knows nothing.


    The soldier gave her brother a chance to survive. People are not cold-hearted nts. They have spent so much time together. Even Huang Weijian, an introverted person, enjoys a status that is not rather lower than that of Luo Dong in Lin’s family.


    When Lin Luoran is flying over the building, Li Xi’er wraps the Bright Sword with the Bundling Rope and jumps on it. Seeing Lin Luoran’s serious look, she wonders if something big has happened.


    Wen Guanjing follows on his sword, leaving Yuan Ye and Mr. Lin in the crowd. The two people forget they may scare the crowd and just require Goldie to swoop down. At the corner of the noisy and crowded street in Shibuya, they sit on Goldie’s back and disappear over the horizon.


    Goldie spans its wings as wide as 10 meters, which has shocked everyone at present.


    Lin Qingxue’smunicator rings again. The cautious female soldier is hurt by the pain of losing herrade. With red eyes, she gives an order of heading for Mount Fuji.


    She is in charge of the logistics of this rescue mission. She has ordered the logistics units to enter the core position in the rescue scope without any order from the superior, so she will definitely be punished after returning home. But after all, people are not machines. If she was always perfect and followed the prescribed order, she would no longer be the Lin Qingxue who shot the Blood Line on the head precisely when others’ palms were still sweating.


    That was the first non-human creature she has killed.


    Lin Qingxue clenches the magical pistol in her hand. She firmly believes that if it is used properly, ordinary soldiers can also defeat those invisible non-human creatures at the backstage.


    The female soldier wears an unwavering gaze.


    ...


    “Stop!” Huang Weijian pulls Lin Luodong who is going to check the car. “You have to learn to use the spiritual mind. There are no living people in the car.”


    Lin Luodong stops. They are at a simr age. However, in terms of personal ability, Huang Weijian is the senior cultivator. He was flustered for a moment and forgot that beside eyes, cultivators can use the spiritual mind.


    If the car could not be touched, using the spiritual mind would be the safest way.


    Lin Luodong “sees” the two cars with their front ends colliding with each other. There is indeed no one alive. To be more precise, there are only two drivers in the car who wear peaceful smiles yet have died with bleeding from every orifice. There is a hint of weirdness in their smiles, which seems as if they had seen something so beautiful that they didn’t want to share with others before they died.


    Except for the two drivers whose heartbeats have stopped strangely, all others have disappeared whether it’s the inexplicably arrogant Nihonese students or the smiling female student Huang Juan.


    “From the moment that we heard the screaming and braking to when we reached here, did it take more than thirty seconds?” When Lin Luodong is thinking, he is a bit like Lin Luoran as he always frowns unconsciously.


    Huang Weijian nods. The two living people who died beside them and the students who disappeared without leaving a trace must be rted to the mission of Huaxia cultivators this time. What is it?


    Clues are in front of them, and thepatriot they met once is now in trouble.


    Lin Luodong showed a stern look. Like Huang Weijian, he could not turn his back on it. With his wrist moving slightly, Huang Weijian quickly scribbled in lines of cursive script, and the boy slowly said, “I’d like to ride the wind to fly...”


    His voice and gesture had triggered a certain force between heaven and earth. In the quiet night, the wind suddenly blew, rolling the leaves and flowers on the ground. Huang Weijian grabbed Lin Luodong’s arm. Then they were blown in the air by the invisibly powerful wind.


    Lin Luodong was a little surprised and shocked, “When did you learn about harnessing the wind?”


    Lin Luodong knew the “Confucianism” that his friend was learning was a special way of promoting personal ability, but he always habitually held that cultivators below the Laying Foundation period could not fly by the wind. Now he saw that Huang Weijian quoted a line of a poem and then he could really go with the wind... Was it serious? Huang Weijian was really good at hiding his strength in daily life.


    Huang Weijian ignored him and moved the pen. They flew faster all of a sudden. Under the guidance of the bald pen, the two went straight ahead to the top of Mount Fuji.


    If Lin Luodong’s level was higher, he would easily see that a teenager could not harness the wind to fly due to a unique way of personal ability enhancement, but it was the guidance of the bald pen that took effect. The pen enabled the wind to support the weight of two people so they could fly with that power.


    After they disappeared, a Special Forces guy in battle fatigues hiding behind the hillside showed up.


    “Eeeh? This time they sent two domestic cultivators who are so young here?”


    With a small but well-functioningmunicator on his wrist, the soldier could hear the conversation between the two teenagers clearly.


    It was rted to the disappearances this time so he was about to send the video to his superiors. However, his body became stiff suddenly.


    No one knows what the soldier has seen. The smile on his face became bigger and bigger. Then his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose began to bleed. Within a few seconds, he died.


    He is Hang Kun, deputy captain of the Huaxia Special Forces unit named “Bright”, a 28-year-old, single man with brilliant prospects. Now he will rest himself forever beside the 2nd section of Lake Kawaguchi hiking entrance, Mount Fuji.


    The night is dark. There seems to be a shing bright-colored skirt hem. Birds on the trees are stunned. When they look closer, in the shadow of dancing trees, there is nothing special on the hillside where the member of Special Forces passed away.


    Did their eyes deceive them? The small brains of sparrows are not capable of thinking deeply. It’s summer. They are more interested in berries all over Mount Fuji.


    ...


    Huang Weijian controls the wind and tries his best tond outside a quaint Nihonese-style courtyard.


    The bald pen in his hands seems to notice something. It bes very hot and almost gets out of his hand. Only when the bald pen faced the monster bat a few years ago, the scene was like this. Huang Weijian can’t help but think they are facing a really powerful enemy.


    “Why not enter the room?” Looking at the Nihonese-style courtyard with low walls, Lin Luodong wonders why his friend is in a daze.


    In Huang Weijian’s eyes hidden under his bangs, therees a shade of helplessness. Lin Luodong is really protected too well. Does he always have to suffer before learning to be cautious? He is nothing like Sister Lin.


    The two teenagers look around carefully, and they finally find something like a street sign.


    They don’t understand Nihonese and the English trantion can’t express the meaning urately. Eventually, Lin Luodong takes out the palmputer and figures out what the street sign says.


    “Hongu Sengen Taisha Shrine?”


    Huang Weijian is stunned, “Find out what this ce is for.”


    Lin Luodong’s nimble fingers slide on the screen and the almighty Google tells him the truth very quickly. “It’s a ce to worship the Mountain Fuji god, called the ‘Konohananosakuyahime’ goddess. What an awkward name!”


    Huang Weijian looks bad as if someone owed him millions of yuan. He sneers, “so that’s the reason!”


    What is the reason? Lin Luodong is about to ask the question when he suddenly hears a young girl’s crying in the quiet courtyard. Well, it sounds familiar. Isn’t it the voice of the female international student Huang Juan?!