Kanagawa Taoist College Students

Li Xuehao and Midori Sawai followed the faint black energy all the way to Chinatown.

"This is Chinatown." Midori Sawai is from Yokohama City, so she is naturally familiar with Chinatown and has also eaten Chinese food here.

"Yes." Li Xuehao continued to follow the black energy, and the two finally stopped in front of a half-closed shop, because the faint black energy was lingering in front of the door.

"Is this here?" Midori Sakai seemed a little excited and couldn't help but clenched his fists.

Li Xuehao nodded silently, casually waved away the faint black energy, and then stepped in, followed closely by Sawai Midori.

In the store, a middle-aged man wearing a long gown and a half-bald head and an ordinary-looking young man seemed to be talking about something. When they saw the two people coming in, they both stopped talking in time.

"Sorry, we are closed. Please come back tomorrow." The ordinary-looking young man walked up first without waiting for the middle-aged man in a long gown to signal, and said politely, only vaguely stopping the two of them.

"Wukui, we are all customers here, don't be too rude." The middle-aged man in a long gown who looked like the owner of the store stood up from his seat and scolded the young man who might be the store clerk. His tall stature allowed him to get over the obstruction. The young man in front of him looked at Li Xuehao and Li Xuehao at the door, but he focused more on Sawai Midori. Apparently, he noticed the onmyoji aura of Sawai Midori.

"Do you two want to buy anything? You can take a look." The middle-aged man in a long gown was worthy of being a boss, politely and humbly introducing the items in his store.

"We're not buying anything, we're here to find someone." Li Xuehao glanced at the small flag that looked like a toy in his hand, and his heart suddenly moved. It didn't look like something from Japan, but more like The magic weapon for practitioners of magic—soul-calling flags.

"Are you looking for someone?" The middle-aged man in the long robe didn't know if he noticed his gaze. The small flag he was holding in his hand waved slightly, and he quietly put it into the sleeve of the long robe, with humility still on his face. with a smile, "I don't know who you are looking for?"

"If I'm right, it should be you." A golden light flashed imperceptibly deep in Li Xuehao's eyes, and the details of the middle-aged man in a long gown completely fell into his eyes. The aura of the other person was not the gloomy aura of Onmyoji, but the gloomy aura of Onmyoji. It is an existence similar to spiritual energy, but compared to the spiritual energy of the Yang Zhi Sheng, the aura on his body is biased toward Yin Xie, Zhi Yin Zhi Xie, and he is indeed a person who practices the devil's way.

Of course, demonic practitioners do not mean they are bad people. This is just a method different from that of righteous practitioners. However, the middle-aged man in a long gown in front of him obviously does many evil things, and the **** smell on his body is so thick that it is like a thick layer of blood has been brushed around his body. Red paint.

Although ordinary people cannot see it, under the eyes of Dharma, they are completely invisible. He must have killed a lot of people. As for the young man next to him, there was only a faint smell of blood on his body, which proved that there were also lives on his hands, just much less.

"Are you looking for me? Hahaha, I don't know you." The middle-aged man in a long gown was stunned for a moment, then laughed, but his eyes became cold.

"Master, they are here to cause trouble." The young man who had stepped aside suddenly said something, not in Japanese, but in Mandarin.

"They don't have the qualifications to find trouble. They are probably just two little brats looking for ways." The middle-aged man in a long gown also said in Mandarin, his tone showing strong confidence but also full of disdain.

Li Xuehao's eyes couldn't help but condense after hearing this. Sure enough, he guessed correctly, these two people were not Japanese.

Sawai Midori on the side also heard the difference in the other party's language and looked at the two of them in surprise: "You are Chinese." Although she could not understand Chinese, she knew what language it was. After all, there were several among her classmates. One is an international student from China.

"That's right, we are from China. Does this young lady have anything to do with us?" The middle-aged man in a long gown said in Japanese. At this time, he was already sure that the young man and woman in front of him was probably the one who broke his poison. The "spy" sent by someone is so sure because he has seen through the strength of the two of them. The older girl is an onmyoji, but her level is limited, so she will definitely not be able to cure his poison, but it should be The leader of the two, the other younger boy, is a completely ordinary person, and it is even less likely that he is the expert who detoxified him, so the identities of the two are self-evident.

Sawai Midori didn't know what the other party was thinking, but she also felt the "inhuman" aura from the middle-aged man in a long gown. It was easy to think that the other party was the real culprit behind Morimoto Masanobu's sleep, and she immediately felt righteous. He said rhetorically: "As an Onmyoji, it is simply unforgivable to attack ordinary people!"

"Hahaha..." The middle-aged man in a long gown burst out laughing. After laughing, his eyes turned cold and his tone of voice was extremely disdainful. "Let me make it clear first that I am not a weak Onmyoji. Don't compare me with you. Also. Yes, call your chief messenger, I am not interested in playing house games with two children."

In his eyes, only the expert who cracked his poison could be considered an opponent—of course, he was just an opponent. The young men and women in front of him were not even interested in letting him take action.

"Damn you!" Midori Sawai is not a good-tempered person. In addition, he was insulted as a "child". In anger, he did not care about the "chief messenger" and directly made a seal and muttered. After muttering something to herself, a ray of red light shot out from her hand and headed straight towards the middle-aged man in a long gown.

The middle-aged man in a long gown was unmoved at all, as if he had not seen the red light, and allowed the red light to hit his body, and then disappeared with a soft "pop" sound, as if he had never appeared.

"How could..." Sawai Midori's eyes widened suddenly, with a look of shock on his face. Although the loss of "Ghost Slayer" has greatly reduced her strength, her own spells are not weak, but now they have no effect at all.

"Weak Onmyoji!" The middle-aged man in long robes was extremely disdainful. Perhaps he was a little angry after being attacked by a surprise attack. He said coldly, "Since the main messenger won't show up, let's see how long we can endure it." After finishing, he waved his right hand lightly.

A black light burst out from his sleeve, as fast as lightning, and the direction it shot was right in front of Midori Sawai's face.

Sawai Midori screamed. She had already experienced this before, and subconsciously turned her body sideways to avoid the attack of the black light.

However, the black light was not a real light after all. With Midori Sawai's movements, it also changed its direction, and its target was always her face.