A dark red power was burning before his eyes, like the end of a former star.

When I was wandering around Haiyin Temple, I suddenly recalled the black and red ghost god standing outside the door of the Butterfly Soft Candy workshop at this moment.

It was also at this time that Haiyin Temple Suyou discovered that he had completely regained his understanding of himself and was able to think in his dreams, which was rare.

Yes, of course he knew that this was a dream. Even though clairvoyance and some special abilities could blur a person's perception of the reality of things, he could still tell that this was a dream.

Maybe it was some kind of intuition, or maybe it was something else, but at least the things he saw here that would have doomed him in the real world did not faze him here.

Familiarity and intuition are very wonderful things, especially for clairvoyants with clairvoyance at the level of Haiyin Temple, these two things are more trustworthy than seeing with one's own eyes.

Even though what they saw were things that could cause alarm, Haiyin Temple still did not consider them dangerous.

Perhaps such dreams are related to his clairvoyant abilities. His clairvoyant abilities always get enhanced to varying degrees after having such dreams.

He had consulted the system, but most of the time he could only give him a smudged response. However, the consciousness he recovered from the old shaman gave him a positive answer.

Haiyin Temple Suyou still trusts this consciousness so far. Among the countless "them", this "he" is almost the strongest one, and is also the "he" who has been closest to God.

However, when traveling upstream to Haiyin Temple, there was almost no sound coming from him, as if this "himself" was very far away from them, sitting silently in a place where sound could not reach him.

The noisy sound became louder and louder, like a caterpillar's cocoon, surrounding the Haiyin Temple without leaving any gap.

At this moment, hearing seemed to be exchanged for a more sensitive visual ability. Even the faintest light seemed to become a burden, and tears could not be restrained from flowing out.

Haiyin Temple Suyou opened his eyes.

In front of him was a dim desk lamp, and a red-covered notebook was spread out in front of him, flipping pages rustling as the wind blew.

I don't know when the window was opened. Haiyin Temple Suyou tried hard to recall, but he couldn't remember whether he had opened the window before falling asleep.

But these are not the main points. The moon tonight is not very bright. Although it is as round as a disk, it is somewhat dim. This is not a good sign. The dim moonlight almost foreshadows the activity of ghosts and gods. Opening the window is not a wise choice.

He took a deep breath and tried to close the window.

When he stood up, he noticed that there was a butterfly or a moth or something resting on the lampshade. But before he could get closer, the insect seemed to be frightened and disappeared before his eyes.

Haiyinsi Suyou didn't pay much attention to this matter and continued with his actions, but when he approached the window, his body froze.

In the reflection of the glass, he clearly saw the figure of an unexpected person.

An acquaintance, a person who would seem strange even if described as an acquaintance.

His blood-related relatives are yet so familiar and yet so unfamiliar.

The old man with three colors of hair was standing near the door. The light in the room came only from the desk lamp which was not very bright. Haiyin Temple could not see anything more clearly.

Natsume Soseki had a thin quilt draped over his arm, as if he wanted to cover the young man sitting at the table in front of the window.

Seeing Haiyinsi Suyou suddenly wake up, he looked surprised for a moment, but soon returned to his expression that made Haiyinsi Suyou unable to tell his emotions at the moment.

Haiyin Temple Suyou knew what image he had in the old man's eyes at this moment, a little beast whose territory had been invaded.

However, this subconscious vigilance and hostility were put away as soon as Natsume Soseki stepped into the room. He subconsciously put his grandfather in a delicate position and was unwilling to show any flaws in front of him.

He did not ask how Natsume Soseki got in, as this was not the most important thing to investigate.

This is his parents' house. Now I think the whereabouts of the spare key to the front door is also clear.

Similarly, he did not ask Natsume Soseki about the purpose of his visit. No matter what it was, Kaionji Suyou knew that it would be difficult for him to get too much truth from this old man who had once held a high position and seemed to be in this position for a long time.

Perhaps in this world, the only relative he can trust is Natsume Takashi.

However, although he did not ask Natsume Soseki any questions, as if he was indifferent to the old man's arrival, Natsume Soseki spoke up to explain.

"Can I come in?" Seeing that Haiyinsi Suyou had woken up, the old man naturally felt the subtle atmosphere in the room and asked in a gentle tone.

This seemed a bit too polite, Haiyin Temple Suyou thought inappropriately, and the emotional part seemed to be crying silently, but it was soon replaced by rationality with overwhelming advantage.

"Please go ahead." Haiyin Temple Suyou said in the same cold tone that was difficult to use in front of relatives, and his politeness actually sounded distant.

The old man standing at the door felt this, but he showed a helpless smile as if facing a child in his rebellious period. Haiyin Temple Suyou felt irritated for no reason, and he hated this.

The door of the room was closed when Natsume Soseki walked in slowly. Seeing this, Kaiinji Suyou did not continue to close the window. He sat down on the chair again, his back straight like a sword.

The cold wind blowing in from the window made him sober and cold.

"I was passing through Tokyo on business and came to see you," Natsume Soseki had come behind him, but perhaps out of some kind of social courtesy, the old man still kept a proper distance from his grandson, "I sent you an email."

Perhaps it is because every parent carries a sense of authority without realizing it, and the signals they send when interacting with their children are ignored, so their tone of voice inevitably carries a tone of blame.

“I don’t check my mail very often.”

Haiyin Temple Suyou answered stiffly, which was considered an explanation.

Without having to open the email to check, he understood that it was a notification rather than a discussion. To Natsume Soseki, he was perhaps just another part of the family.

For a moment, he thought about escaping from this awkward atmosphere. He wondered if his grandfather had the same idea.

As blood relatives, they should not be so unfamiliar with each other when the family is so small, but at this moment they are like strangers who can just maintain decency with each other.

But this didn't seem to be entirely true because they met so seldom. Kaionji recalled Natsume Takashi. They only met once or twice a year, but they were much more familiar with each other.

Even though he had never met the family that adopted Natsume Soseki, he would still receive handmade gifts from Yahara during festivals.

A thin quilt was draped over his shoulders, and the warmth from the old man's arms seemed to be transmitted to him through the quilt.

"Be careful and don't catch a cold. It's best not to open the window at night."

He didn't know when the old man really came behind him, and his caring words rang in his ears, as if they were a pair of grandparents and grandchildren with a harmonious relationship, or as if they were an artist who was caring about his most outstanding work.

Kaionji Suyou suddenly wondered what he meant to Natsume Soseki, or as a child of his mother, what did he mean to Natsume Soseki?

“We are family.”

A familiar tone came from behind him, and it seemed to carry a vibration coming from his chest.

Kaiinji Suyou then realized that he had said what he had just thought, but he didn't care. Or rather, Natsume Soseki's words at this time could not move him.

"I can live a good life, just like my mother wants me to."

Haiyin Temple Suyou was still sitting on the chair, but he turned almost his entire upper body, and his eyes hidden behind the lenses were staring closely at the old man behind him.

It was difficult for Natsume Soseki to describe his mood at this time, or rather, he seemed to be hesitant to speak several times.

He suddenly realized that the boy who used to be extremely frightened and uneasy about the world had grown up to a point that was unfamiliar to him. The days of absence from the world of Haiyin Temple made it impossible for him to maintain that confident smile.

Did he really understand and have the confidence to control this child? Natsume Soseki suddenly felt uncertain, a feeling he had never had before when facing his former disciples. Perhaps it was the thicker blood than water that made him hesitate and hesitant.

His grandson, his daughter's most outstanding achievement, Natsume Soseki looked at the boy in front of him calmly and ruthlessly, as if he was mechanically evaluating the value of an auction item.

The boy's eyes were like red gems glowing in the dark, a color inherited from his son-in-law, just like the blood that the boy's fathers had once sacrificed for their country.

Natsume Soseki suddenly couldn't meet that gaze, as if he was afraid of drowning in that red molten lava.

After a long time, the old man blinked slowly and said:

"Did anyone tell you something?"

But as soon as he said this, he threw it away.

"Oh no, nothing."

The pair of eyes that seemed to contain emotions that Haiyinsi Suyou could not understand swept over Haiyinsi Suyou's head.

Then, words like a promise or a curse gently passed through this strange atmosphere.

"You will live well, just as your parents wish."

But the dark-haired youngster seemed unmoved.

"What is your definition of living a good life, Grandpa?" There was a naive doubt in those red eyes, as if the owner of the eyes was completely unaware of the undercurrents in them.

This rare title of "Grandpa" was called out by Kaiinji Suyou, and a soft emotion that should not have appeared suddenly appeared in Natsume Soseki's heart, but was quickly extinguished by this experienced old man without hesitation, and almost no one knew it had ever existed.

Without waiting for the elder's reply, the boy continued talking on his own.

"To be a zombie, walking without self-thought, only knowing to obey orders is also a kind of living. To retain the right to breathe and eat, like an unconscious weapon, to have life in the physiological sense is also a kind of living."

When he saw the old man's lips pressed into a line, Haiyin Temple Suyou knew that the purpose of his words had been achieved.

Natsume Soseki might be surprised, or maybe not so panicked, but who cares?

At least Haiyinsi Suyou didn't care, and he hadn't finished speaking yet.

"I don't want that, but I think you know what pushed me to that position."

Perhaps Natsume Soseki had been silent for too long, and the old man heard his grandson calling him.

"Mr. Natsume." The name became distant and cold again. Natsume Soseki couldn't say he was sad, but instead felt that it was as he expected.

No matter how smart he is and how good at weighing and analyzing like a machine, he probably can't understand what happened to Haiyin Temple Suyou.

In his eyes, or in the eyes of all the high-ranking members of the Special Ability Division, Haiyin Temple Suyou is the one whose clairvoyance ability is too strong and who might die if he is not careful.

In the eyes of these people, it seems that Haiyin Temple Tracing Tour has only one destination: seeking help from the government. This is also the reason why Haiyin Temple Tracing Tour almost couldn't help laughing at this time.

A hand was placed on his shoulder. Haiyinsi Suyou did not dodge, but he also did not intend to respond.

The old man's expression and words were so kind, and his actions were full of care, but the tour to Haiyin Temple did not allow us to gain any warmth from them.

Perhaps it was a side effect of knowing the truth, he only felt that he was a weapon being maintained, rather than a child who should be enjoying the care from his grandfather.

"Listen, Xiaoyou, I don't know who told you what rumors, but you should at least

Trust the country's protection of orphans. Your parents are great people. I remember you said you would inherit their will, so you should not waver."

Kaiinji Suyou really wanted to laugh. He didn't know whether Natsume Soseki and those departments of the Special Ability Section were dirty, but it didn't matter anymore.

The place where he had wanted to rely on for intelligence and his parents' wishes was far from what he had hoped for, like being stuck in a quagmire.

Even departments composed of ordinary people can be corrupt and dark. The minds of clairvoyants are easily eroded by ghosts and gods, which magnify the dark side of their hearts. In this way, everything he had seen before seemed absurdly reasonable.

"I need some time alone."

Haiyin Temple Suyou tried hard to calm himself down. He had rehearsed the scene of himself and his grandfather showing off their cards.

He thought that he should be indifferent and decisive, instead of dragging his feet like he is now, and only now completely giving up the lingering relationship.

When he really met Natsume Soseki, he realized that it was difficult for him to do so, but in a sense it was not that difficult.

He originally thought that he would cry weakly, just like he did in his childhood, but people who have lost their safe haven have correspondingly lost the ability to cry.

He may have hesitated and wavered in the process, but at this moment, he finally decided to end it.

For a moment, Natsume Soseki recovered from his previous state of not knowing what to say. All he could do was look at his grandson's red eyes in surprise.

The old man saw things he had never seen before, and also saw things that could at any time transcend their conceptions.

That kind of red was not a cold metallic color, but a sincere and burning color. He once thought that Haiyin Temple Suyou was a quiet child who lacked his own opinions, but the emotion in those eyes was a passion that even he could hardly resist.

He suddenly felt a little regretful. Everything he did now seemed to be trying to extinguish the burning flames, turning this flaming emotion into the indifference of a blade controlled by humans.

But such overly emotional and irrational thoughts were eventually suppressed by him. In his expectation, this was the best choice, and there would be no other options from the beginning, Natsume Soseki thought.

Unless Haiyin Temple's talent for traveling back to the past was never revealed from the beginning, but now any assumption is useless.

The curve of the old man's mouth turned hard again, and he finally shed his gentle outer garment, leaving behind the appearance of an ancestor in the universal sense, and revealed the aura of a superior.

This made Haiyinsi Suyou feel the reality. He felt that something that ran between them was cut off, but this made him feel relaxed and more at ease.

"Don't think too much. I'll leave now. There are some things that require my personal attention."

Natsume Soseki felt that he had said enough, and the current situation of the Kaionji Temple did not seem to want him to stay.

Although he still wanted to understand who influenced the idea of ​​the Haiyin Temple tour, the option of Haiyin Temple tour enlightenment on his own never occurred to him. In the old man's mind, he always felt that everything was under control.

When he went out, Natsume Soseki always had a bad feeling, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He could only attribute it to an illusion about his emotional side.

The old man sighed softly towards the dark sky, as if he was regretting something.

Tonight there was no moon or stars to illuminate, and spirits were wandering the streets, but standing at the window and looking down at Natsume Soseki's every move, Kaionji Suyou understood that these things within the old man's field of vision could not cause him much harm or trouble.

He didn't have the slightest concern for the old man. Maybe he had in the past, but it was too late to talk about it now.

This is not the reason why he was staring at Natsume Soseki from the window. Rather than staring at Natsume Soseki, it would be more accurate to say that he was staring at the mailbox next to his house.

When Natsume Soseki passed by the mailbox, he noticed a corner of a letter sticking out of it.

It was a letter with a unique style. The light brown kraft paper envelope faithfully protected the contents inside, and light golden lines meandered on it. Perhaps it was the reflection that gave the envelope a wonderful magic, making it seem to have life and emit dark golden light as the angle changed.

Natsume Soseki inevitably became curious.

However, out of respect for the privacy of Haiyin Temple, he did not check it out without permission.

However, a breeze that blew from somewhere playfully brought a cool breeze, and blew the letter, which was mostly sticking out of the mailbox, to the ground and rolled to Natsume Soseki's feet.

Leaving the letter on the ground and continuing to ignore it didn't seem to be a good option, so Natsume Soseki finally picked up the letter after a brief thought.

The golden pattern on the envelope was fully revealed before his eyes, but it made Natsume Soseki subconsciously frown.

It was a series of very peculiar patterns. When Natsume Soseki looked at it head-on, he could feel the subtlety of it the most. It was indeed alive. The experienced old man recognized it at a glance and it might even be some kind of miniature ghost or god.

This was a letter that only people with clairvoyance could see. Natsume Soseki suddenly looked towards the window of the house behind him. Kaionji Suyou had been prepared and had closed the window when the old man picked up the envelope. There was no need to monitor anything that happened next.

Yes, that was exactly one of Haiyinsi Suyou's plans, to add something to Haiyinsi Suyou's identity that would make those people in the Special Ability Section feel anxious.