Zhou Huai couldn't figure out the key to it for a mont.
He simply stopped thinking about it.
If you can't figure it out, just look with your eyes.
He believed that as long as he kept a close enough eye on things, Kujo Hiroji's true colors would eventually be revealed.
Take it one step at a ti.
Zhou Huai's consciousness sank into the shared network of the information insects, looking down upon the earth like a god.
He observed the route taken by the nine family caravans and then ntally compared it with a detailed map of the entire Sakura Country.
A mont later, he opened his eyes again.
"Hey, let's go."
He gave the order to the man in the driver's seat who was already terrified.
"Target: Karuizawa."
Karen's brow furrowed even deeper.
Karuizawa?
What makes you think they're going there?
"Didn't we say before that Lake Kawaguchi was the most likely candidate?"
Zhou Huai didn't explain, but simply glanced at him indifferently with those dignified eyes that belonged to "Kujo Hiroharu".
"Do as I say."
Karen felt a jolt in her heart when she saw his gaze, and she swallowed back the question that was about to co.
The black sedan finally started up again.
They turned around in the vast wilderness and sped off into the deep night.
Polina leaned back in the soft seat and asked the sa question.
Why Karuizawa?
"This seems to make absolutely no sense?"
"Could it be that these four locations were all randomly selected?"
Compared to Karen, Zhou Huai was much more patient with this beauty from the Great Bear Kingdom.
Zhou Huai didn't open his eyes, but spoke calmly.
"I don't know the specific reason either."
"In short, Kujo Hiroharu is on his way to Karuizawa."
"We can't go wrong as long as we stick close to him."
Karen wanted to say sothing more, but Polina stopped her with a look.
The black sedan sped across the wilderness, and silence fell once again inside.
Ti passed by, second by second.
Half an hour later.
Zhou Huai, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly let out a soft exclamation.
"Um?"
Polina imdiately sat up straight, her mind tensing.
"What's wrong?"
Zhou Huai slowly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with solemnity.
"Kujo Hiroharu's convoy has disappeared."
"Gone?"
Karen's voice rose instantly, and she questioned him emotionally.
"You lost them?!"
Zhou Huai ignored his question.
His consciousness was suspended above a dense forest through the perspective of a tiny information worm.
Just now, he watched as Hiroharu Kujo's massive convoy of hundreds of cars drove into the woods.
Then, like a drop of water flowing into the ocean.
The entire convoy disappeared silently into the thick darkness of the night.
Vanished without a trace.
Is it an illusion array?
Zhou Huai said to himself.
He then shook his head, a look of realization flashing in his eyes.
wrong.
This feeling, this technique...
It was Kosuke Soma who made the move!
at the sa ti.
The nine family convoys traveling through the wilderness did not notice anything unusual.
Inside the luxurious, custom-made vehicle in the center of the convoy.
The driver suddenly spoke up, puzzled.
"strangeness."
"Why does it feel like the sky is getting darker and darker?"
He subconsciously raised his hand and turned the headlights to maximum brightness.
However, the beam of light emitted by the headlights seed to be swallowed by the invisible darkness, only illuminating a distance of less than three ters in front of the car.
Further ahead, it was pitch black, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.
"The cars in front are no longer visible."
The driver felt a chill run down his spine.
"This is unbelievable."
In the back seat, Kujo Hiroji, who had been dozing with his eyes closed, slowly opened them upon hearing this.
He glanced at the impenetrable darkness outside the window, showing no surprise whatsoever, but instead a faint smile appeared on his face.
"That old guy, Kosuke Soma, is really impatient."
"They've already made their move so quickly."
Upon hearing this, Akiyama, who was standing next to him, changed his expression drastically and instantly beca alert.
"parking!"
He gave the driver a short but forceful order.
The driver imdiately slamd on the brakes, bringing the car to a steady stop.
"Bang!"
Akiyama pushed open the car door and quickly got out.
When he saw the scene around him clearly, his pupils suddenly contracted.
All around was pitch black.
It was as if the whole world had been splashed with the thickest ink, making it impossible to distinguish between heaven and earth or discern directions.
That massive convoy, which had been so impressive not long ago, had sohow been reduced to just their lone car.
It remained quietly in this boundless darkness.
In the distance, the faint sounds of tal twisting from a violent collision could be heard, along with the agonizing screams of dying humans.
The sounds of fighting, shouting, and explosions mingled together, like a symphony from hell.
Akiyama frowned and gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist.
What's going on?
Inside the car, Hiroji Kujo slowly straightened his collar.
"We have probably entered the world of Kosuke Soma's paintings."
"A world within a painting?"
A look of surprise flashed across Qiushan's face.
Before he could finish speaking...
Twisted black shadows silently erged from the surrounding darkness.
Their target was clear: the vehicle where Hiroharu Kujo was!
"court death!"
Akiyama reacted extrely quickly, letting out a loud shout.
He suddenly drew his katana from his waist and charged towards the shadowy figures.
"boom!"
Crimson flas erupted from his blade.
The raging flas instantly illuminated this dark corner.
In the firelight, the shapes of those dark figures finally beca clear.
They all wore identical white fox masks and jet-black night clothes; they were none other than the most elite assassins of the Omiya family—the Ink Kill Team!
"kill!"
More and more mbers of the Ink Killing Squad surged out of the darkness like a tide, fearlessly rushing towards Akiyama.
Various eerie skill lights intertwined in the darkness, forming a deadly net.
Akiyama was already seriously injured while chasing Caesar today, so he couldn't exert his full strength at all.
Facing an enemy several tis his size, his flas were repeatedly shattered, and his wounds multiplied.
He was being beaten back step by step, and the situation was becoming increasingly critical.
Compared to the fierce fighting outside, Hiroji Kujo, who had been sitting calmly in the car, appeared much more composed.
He even had the leisure to pour himself a glass of red wine.
Just then.
One of the assassins from the Ink Slayers seized an opening in Akiyama's defenses, his figure flashing through the fiery blockade he had laid out.
The poisoned short blade in the assassin's hand glead with a cold, eerie green light as it pierced straight at Kujo Hiroharu in the ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) back seat of the car!
Akiyama's expression changed drastically. He wanted to defend, but it was too late.
At the critical mont!
A dazzling blade of light, like lightning tearing through the night sky, descended without warning!
"Whoosh!"
The assassin, who was about to succeed, suddenly froze.
The next second, his body split cleanly in two along the midline, blood and internal organs spilling onto the ground.
The blade of light did not stop there.
It's like a hot knife cutting into butter, sweeping across effortlessly.
The dozens of Mo Sha Squad assassins who sward around them didn't even have ti to utter a scream before they were instantly slashed into a cloud of blood mist in the flash of the blade!
Akiyama stared in astonishnt.
I don't know when it happened.
A tall, imposing figure had already silently settled on the roof of the car, like a mountain.
It is indeed Hetian Pingshan!
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