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

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"I have done many things against my conscience in this life. You could say I have committed countless evils. What I hate most in this life is that I am not a completely bad person. That way, I won't be condemned by the little conscience I have left, and I won't live in torment and pain."

As he spoke, Fujiwara Takeshi choked up.

"Why is it that my life never gives me the power to choose for myself? I don't want to be a bad person either. But why is it that all I want to do is protect what I want to protect, but in the end I can't do anything? Is this my retribution? Hahaha, cough cough cough...pfft."

Fujiwara Yuji covered his mouth with his hand, and blood flowed out from the gap.

Because of his intense emotions, his life was rapidly slipping away.

Fujiwara Takeshi removed his hand and looked at Kazesawa.

"Tell me, do I have a choice?"

Feng Zejian fell silent.

He couldn't answer that question.

There is only one other answer.

"I don't know what bad things you did, but I feel you are a good person."

Fujiwara Takeshi paused for a moment, then broke into a happy smile.

"Really? Haha, cough cough..."

"Um, can I do you a favor?"

Feng Zejian nodded.

Fujiwara Yuji pulled a picture frame from his pocket.

"Please bury it in my grave, the one I mentioned that day."

Wright took the bloodstained photo frame.

"how about you."

"As for me, I'll trouble you to take care of me while you're at it. I don't deserve to sleep in the same cemetery as them. Let me just disappear into the world."

As he spoke, Fujiwara Yuji's pupils gradually dilated, and a flashback of his life began to appear before his eyes. Two streams of turbid tears slid down his cheeks.

"Everyone, I'm here..."

Fujiwara Yuji practically uttered the last word with his last breath.

Fujiwara Yuji leaned his head against the inner wall, looking up at the sky outside the cave. Ironically, the sky was clear and cloudless, except for the sun, which was partially obscured by clouds.

Even at the very last moment, the sunlight did not shine in.

Kazema raised his hand, reached out and placed it over Fujiwara Yuji's eyes, helping him close them.

The frost on Feng Zejian's hands spread to Fujiwara Yuji's body, and with a few cracking sounds, Fujiwara Yuji turned into ice powder and disappeared into the world.

Feng Zejian's hand remained suspended in its original position, tears falling to the ground. He himself was unaware that he was crying; his heart was calm, one might say frighteningly calm.

He didn't know what kind of emotion he was experiencing.

Feng Zejian clenched his fist, then relaxed it.

Why did I shed tears? Was it because of Fujiwara no Takeshi's heroic sacrifice, or because of my own powerlessness?

Feng Zejian climbed out of the cave fortress carrying the photo frame, looked up at the sky, and saw that the clear sky was gradually becoming more cloud-covered.

Feng Zejian's tears fell without his noticing and dried up without his knowledge.

He had no time for sentimentality. Although he hadn't interacted much with Fujiwara Takeshi, he had chosen himself on his deathbed, so Kazesawa still had to make sure his affairs were handled properly.

Following his wishes, Feng Zejian drove to a remote cemetery.

When passing by the flower shop, Feng Zejian bought a flower.

Upon arriving at the cemetery management office, one finds a small room of less than five square meters with the door open. Even so, few people come here. Feng Zejian sees an elderly man in his seventies leaning against a small rattan chair.

The old man was hunched over; even if he weren't hunched over, he wouldn't be more than 1.4 meters tall.

The years have taken a heavy toll on him, causing his body to shrink considerably.

The old man was listening to a radio with heavy static.

Feng Zejian knocked on the door.

The old man looked at Feng Zejian, whose eyebrows were so thick they could cover his eyes.

The old man turned off the radio.

He got down from the chair, put his hands into his sleeves, and said:

"Come with me."

Feng Zejian was taken aback; the old man seemed to know his purpose.

Feng Zejian and the old man arrived at a locked room.

The old man took out the key and opened the lock. The lock was covered in dust and rust.

It looks like it hasn't been opened in a long time.

The old man stepped aside and looked at Feng Zejian.

"Open it."

Feng Zejian stepped forward and opened the door.

As soon as the door was pulled open, dust and smoke billowed up.

Inside was a small room of nearly 20 square meters, and apart from two tombstones, there was nothing else inside.

There were no windows inside, so it was quite dark. Feng Zejian picked up his phone.

I saw two tombstones that had already been carved, one for Fujiwara Takeshi and the other for Kumagai Kana.

Chapter 464 Questions and Answers in the Rainstorm

As Feng Zejian stroked the tombstone, the old man walked in.

Feng Zejian asked softly, "Senior, you are also a member of the Yin-Yang Bureau, right?"

The old man said calmly, "I used to be, but now I'm just a lonely old man who looks after the children's home."

"Senior, can I ask you for a favor?"

The old man nodded. "Go on."

"Change the tombstone for Xiaojia Nai to my name, and I will die in her place."

The old man remained silent, while Kazesawa picked up Fujiwara Takeshi's tombstone.

He bowed deeply to the old man.

"please."

The old man's thick, white eyebrows twitched slightly, and he sighed softly.

"Ok."

"Thank you, senior."

Kazema arrived at the cemetery and walked to the spot that Fujiwara Takeshi had chosen earlier.

Feng Zejian looked up at the sky. There were quite a few clouds, and it looked rather gloomy, as if it was about to rain.

I need to get started quickly, otherwise it will be difficult to dig when it rains.

Feng Zejian picked up a shovel and dug quickly. It took him nearly half an hour to dig a hole half a meter deep. This was Feng Zejian's first time digging a grave. The depth seemed about right for burying a picture frame.

Feng Zejian placed the photo frame into the urn.

I bought this urn from a funeral home I passed by before coming here. I figured it wasn't good for the photo frame to be in direct contact with the soil, so putting it in an urn would preserve it for a longer time.

Feng Zejian placed the photo frame into the urn, closed it, and put it into the dug pit.

He shoveled the soil over the grave, one shovelful at a time, and finally erected the monument. Once it was stable, Feng Zejian breathed a sigh of relief and plopped down on the ground.

Kazema stared at Fujiwara Takeshi's tombstone for a while, then looked at the empty cemetery, searching for his own final resting place.

There were only so many empty seats, but Feng Zejian pondered over and over again, thinking about the raindrops falling, from drizzle to light rain, moderate rain, heavy rain, and torrential rain.

All the sounds around him were drowned out by the patter of the rain, but Feng Zejian was still thinking.

In the end, Feng Zejian chose a seat in the front row that was relatively close, so that it would be closer when someone came to visit him in the future.

A sudden clap of thunder pulled Feng Zejian back to reality, and he realized that he was in the middle of a torrential downpour.

For him, getting caught in the rain has long been a required course.

Once you get used to getting wet in the rain, it can feel pretty good.

It allows me to quietly think about many things.

Feng Zejian reflected on the events that had happened around him and the people he had interacted with along the way, both before and after his awakening.

He does not regret his decision to withdraw, nor does he regret his choice to die now.

That time it was for protection, and this time it is also for protection.

In this life, and even in his past life, all he wanted was to be loved.

He succeeded. Humans are inherently greedy. Feng Zejian received love, so he wanted more. He wanted to receive more love, so he chose to love others first.

So he fell in love with many people, and it was because of this love that he saw the people he loved gradually sinking into the abyss, and his heart began to stir.

Feng Zejian gazed at the abyss that had plunged his beloved into it. The abyss seemed to have a strange pull, drawing him closer without his knowledge. It was as if an invisible hand was pulling him from within the abyss.

Dragged into the abyss, Feng Zejian felt darkness, loneliness, cold, sorrow, and pain.

It was that feeling again. Feng Zejian thought that after reconciling with his former self, he would no longer experience that despair, but why did that feeling reappear?

I saved myself, but who will save me now?

A sense of sorrow welled up in my heart. Rain poured down, thunder roared, and the tears in my eyes seemed so faint in the wind.

Feng Zejian looked up at the sky and asked:

"Oh my god, are you crying too? Are you crying for me?"

Just then, an umbrella appeared above Feng Zejian's head to shield him from the rain, and Feng Zejian looked in the direction of the umbrella.

It was that incredibly mysterious artist, dressed the same as he had that day—very gentlemanly, very respectable, with a gentle smile on his face.

Even though Feng Zejian was filled with immense sorrow, he managed to force a smile at this moment.

"You came."

Torya Salti smiled.

"My friend, you seem to be in a bad mood. As your friend, I am willing to share your pain."

As Feng Zejian looked at Torya Salty, tears gradually welled up in his eyes.

Tolya Salty asked softly, "My friend, why are you weeping?"

Feng Zejian choked back tears as he replied, "The future is bright, but I can't see it; the road is winding, but I can't finish it."

Torya Salty crouched down, stroked Kazema's cheek, and asked with a smile, "So, shall we continue?"

Feng Zejian closed his eyes, tears immediately sliding down his cheeks, and nodded.

"There will always be someone searching for the unseen light on the winding road. I am willing to be a signpost, guiding those who follow this path forward. One day, someone will find that ray of light that those who came before could not see."

Having been washed and cleansed by the torrential rain, coupled with his extreme emotional fluctuations, he now showed signs of a high fever.

As Feng Zejian grew increasingly drowsy, his eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and he eventually collapsed in front of Fujiwara Takeshi's tombstone.

Torya Salty folded his umbrella and looked at the sun after the downpour. The sun was exceptionally gentle at this moment, and the sunlight fell on Feng Zejian's face.

Torya Salty said slowly:

"My friend, you are the light, you just haven't realized it yet. Your light will eventually dispel the darkness and illuminate everyone."

Torya Salty picked up Kazema and slowly walked outside.

The old gravedigger appeared behind Torya Salty.

"Primordial One, I never thought I would see you again."

Torya Salty paused for a moment.