No one can guess what happened in this temple except Tianyi Lao Dao and the three people who just escaped.

But the sinister atmosphere in this temple was still there, and Qu Yong instinctively felt inexplicable danger. He walked in, and then there was no news from him.

Sakurai Natsuki paused at the slightly closed door for a long time, and then walked in lightly. She hid behind the stone toad in front and could not see the scene in the hall. She only knew that Qu Yong had walked in for no less than ten minutes.

He hasn't come out to inform her yet.

"Is there really a trap inside? Could he have fallen into it?"

"Why does this temple look more and more like a wild beast? It's like a moth that swooped in..."

Gradually, as she waited, many strange thoughts came to Sakurai Natsuki's mind. The more she waited, the more worried she became.

"No, although he saved me once, um... twice, no, it should be three times, but should I go in and save him?"

"If it's an opponent he can't beat, it's definitely useless if I go there... Hey, I have a gun."

Sakurai Natsuki suddenly remembered that she had been holding the disarmed gun in her hand, and she couldn't help but feel refreshed. She decided to wait for another five minutes. After five minutes, if there was still no sound, she would go in.

She stared at the shrine helplessly. Logically speaking, if Qu Yong was fighting inside, there would be some noise. Why was there no sound at all after he had been in there for so long?

"Did he get killed as soon as he entered?"

"Not that much."

There was no sound at all.

In fact, there might be a sound, but Sakurai Natsuki stretched her ears and couldn't hear any sound at all. This really worried her to death.

Finally, she stamped her feet, raised her gun, and rushed over.

When he arrived at the dark door, he kicked open the half-closed door, then raised his gun and shouted sternly: "Don't move!"

After the door was kicked open, the scene inside was unbelievable.

The inside of the main hall seems to have been hit by a hurricane. The ground is full of large and small potholes and countless cracks.

One of the large pillars supporting the roof, which cannot be carried by one person, is tilted. Another pillar has a palm print deeply printed on it. The altar has long been dismantled into pieces of wood, and the faded and worn-out curtains have been removed.

Tear it off, drop the pieces on the ground, and roll them into a ball in one corner.

There was a pool of blood on the ground, the dark blood, which happened to be the starting point of the blood drops along the way.

What on earth is going on here?

Where is Qu Yong?

Sakurai Natsuki suddenly screamed, and the sharp cry was like a knife. The knife finally tore through the strange silence, but then paused suddenly, as if someone had suddenly strangled her throat. She saw Qu Yong

Kneeling on the ground, pressing something with all his strength.

"What happened?"

Qu Yong is kneeling on the ground, performing chest compressions on a man.

His face was filled with expressions of regret, heartache, desperate effort, anxiety, hard work, etc., as if the unconscious person lying on the ground was the most important person in his life and he must save him.

"Who is he?" The man on the ground wears a strange bronze mask and wears the self-draping clothes commonly worn in Japan. The top and bottom skirt are located on the "Baihui point" on the top of the head and the "Renzhong point" on the nasolabial fold.

", there are silver needles inserted in the "Inner and Outer Guan Point", "Daling Point" on both wrists, and the "Shixuan Point" on the tips of the ten fingers.

"Kneel down." Qu Yong's hair was covered with sweat and stuck to his forehead. He was panting. He was still trying his best to save the bronze-faced man on the ground and said sternly: "Kneel down for him.

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Sakurai Natsuki said inexplicably: "Why?"

"If you don't want to regret it for the rest of your life, just kneel down and don't leave any regrets, because you may not have this opportunity in the future."

Sakurai Natsuki had never seen Qu Yong's commanding and scolding tone before. She even felt that if she didn't do what he said, he might pounce on her and eat her alive, "I...he...

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"He is your father."

"Liar, my father is..."

"Your biological mother said this herself!" Qu Yong roared like a fierce lion and said: "Your biological mother is not the woman you usually call her, that is your aunt, your mother's sister, named Miyamoto Naoko

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"What are you talking about?" Sakurai Natsuki's neck shrank, as if she couldn't accept this fact at all. This is true. I believe no one can accept that someone suddenly came over and said that your biological father is not that person, but the dying man lying on the ground.

man.

"See for yourself." Qu Yong suddenly took out a folded painting from his body, threw it to her and said, "Look, does the mother you are calling now have this birthmark on her body?"

The back of the slender girl was wearing a sky-blue floor-length dress, and the right shoulder of the dress was exposed just right. As expected, there were six delicate plum blossom birthmarks, each petal lifelike.

This plum blossom has a single petal, bright red, and no calyx. It looks very much like the famous brand Taige Cinnabar.

"This is..." Sakurai Natsuki saw at a glance that the birthmark of the person in the painting was exactly the same as the one on her body, and the girl's back actually resembled hers, but she was also very

It was clear that Miyamoto Nako did not have this birthmark on her body. She was suddenly struck by thunder and fell to the ground softly.

"Taoist Priest, Nayue is here, your daughter is here, wake up!" Qu Yong stopped to perform chest compressions, and after blowing two breaths of air on the bronze-faced man mouth-to-mouth, he suddenly lay down and shouted loudly in the copper-faced man's ear.

Shouted: "Open your eyes and look at your daughter! You went through all the trouble to come to Japan, isn't it just to see your daughter?!"

"Gu..."

These words were obviously countless times more effective than artificial respiration and silver needle acupuncture. The copper-faced man who had been seriously injured and unconscious suddenly moved his Adam's apple and slowly began to breathe a little, as if he was about to wake up from his deepest dream.

"Ah... Taoist Master!" Qu Yong was overjoyed and quickly pushed the limp Sakurai Natsuki in front of the bronze-masked man, shouting: "Shout quickly! Say something! Hurry up!"

"I...what did I say?" Sakurai Natsuki's face was as ugly as ever. She didn't believe what Qu Yong said at all, but in view of this weird scene, the almost crazy Qu Yong and the desperate Tong

Face-to-face, she murmured: "What do you want me to say?"

"you!"

"Daughter?" The copper-faced man suddenly woke up. He moved his lips and finally opened his eyes. He saw Sakurai Natsuki for the first time. His eyes flickered, but he didn't have too much nostalgia. Instead, he passed by again and saw it.

Qu Yong, "Are you here?"
Chapter completed!