Goujuan always refuses to confess

——What do your believers usually ask you for?

"Huh? What are you praying for?...Wealth, status, contacts, or something like birth, old age, sickness, and death." The young man in hunting clothes smoothed the silver hair around his neck, and added when he thought of something, "But I don't like to be with you very much." Wishes related to 'life and death'."

--why?

"Because... because if there is an accident, it will be very troublesome to deal with."

"I don't like dealing with the spirits of hell."

Shizhikong felt that he had been visiting the school reception room quite frequently recently.

When he was stopped by someone at the school gate ten minutes ago and was slapped with money by a foreign tycoon, he didn't think that this person offended him, but turned his head to the side.

Shizhi asked in confusion, "Has my reputation spread abroad?"

Goujuan replied with a wooden face: "Salmon—"

The dog roll is a little unhappy.

——Why would anyone bother them?

Shizhi thinks that his name and the existence of the shrine are relatively low-key, and he is not like those who visit the big shrines who talk endlessly, with sesame oil money and offerings.

He is often evaluated as a pyramid scheme organization (Yidizhi Jiegao's auxiliary supervisor's language) and a cult (Leyan Temple Jiashen's old man's language). If it hadn't gone through formal procedures, it might be banned at the beginning of the year.

Even in recent years, in order to conform to the trend of the development of the times, some believers have started to set up a website, but it is only in its infancy. The number of page views of the website is not so large, and most of them are contributed by the believers themselves.

He should still be the kind of word of mouth, right?Could it be that some believers have gone abroad to develop?

He tilted his head and thought for a long time, but the blond foreigner opposite him was full of wishes to revive his daughter and make his wife happy, and he couldn't figure out why.

Seeing that the visitors were firmly blocked, Shi Zhi also brought his secretary and his subordinates with the box containing the money. He counted one, two, three, four, five people, so he could only change today's itinerary.

So he asked the school to borrow a reception room.

Originally, he wanted to find a place outside the school, but the white-haired teacher who smelled that the incident was about to happen walked over. He stared at the blond foreigner for a while, and then let him in with a big wave of his hand.

"In any case, they are all important figures in the Guild. Please rest assured that they are under your nose. It will be bad if my students are abducted."

So he sat in the school's reception room.

There were several suitcases spread out on the table in front of him, each of which was opened to reveal large denominations of dollars, so many suitcases add up to... a few million dollars?

Roughly counting ten branches, this is quite an astonishing number.

If this is placed in front of other people, it is undoubtedly a huge fortune, but he is not short of money, is he?

"You want to resurrect your daughter?" Shi Zhi repeated the other party's request with squinted eyes.

"Yes." The blond foreign man nodded, his eyes full of eagerness and desire, "I am Francis Fitzgerald, and I am in charge of a group called Guild in North America."

He introduced himself a bit, and Shizhi nodded slightly.

He had just listened to his teacher give him a popular science, but he still didn't understand how the leader of a foreign organization would come to him.

Doesn't this person have any relatives in China like the Italian mafia leader?

The silver-haired boy looked at the blond man sitting opposite him thoughtfully, and instead of responding to his request, he asked a question, "How do you know me?"

"Someone introduced you to me, and I inquired accordingly." The blond man replied.

Shi Zhikong's name is not a secret, but you have to know that there is such a person... or "God".

Fitzgerald didn't say who it was, but Juzhi had already got the answer from the uncontrollable voice in his subordinate's heart - the person who revealed the news was Osamu Dazai.

Oh, Osamu Dazai, it's not surprising if it's him.

Black mud can do everything normally.

It seemed normal for people with different abilities to get together, but Juzhi still glanced at Fitzgerald strangely.

——When Osamu Dazai tricked someone in front of him, did he tell the other party that he could read minds without distinction?

— he guessed... no.

"I refuse your request."

The tea stalks rolled up and down in the steaming cup, and finally sank heavily.

The boy's clear voice echoed in the reception room, and the person who said the words of refusal had his golden eyes half-bent, unmoved by money at all.

"Not enough money? That can be added, as long as my daughter can—"

"It's not a matter of money." Shi Zhi knocked on the table, blocking all the other party's words, "You can't afford the price." And he didn't really want to deal with the gods underground.

The leader of this group only thinks about his daughter and wife in his heart. There is a high probability that he wants his daughter back at the cost of his wife's life.

Furthermore, where is the god so easy to talk.

Shizhi frowned and ran through the western mythology in his mind. For a while, he didn't know where the land of North America belonged to. Hell, the underworld, or what?This is the bad thing about the colonies, and they can't find their roots.

He didn't meander, he directly explained all the risks and disadvantages to the blond foreigner.

Fitzgerald didn't believe it at all when it came to the question of the possible existence of gods, so Shi Zhikong laughed out loud.

The silver-haired boy smiled elegantly, and looked at the blond-haired man opposite him with seductive peach blossom eyes. Although he was sitting in front of others normally, there was a sense of distance in space, as if they were in some holy place at the moment.

"—God has always existed, isn't it right in front of your eyes?"

The whispers of the tiny mosquitoes exploded in people's ears like thunder, and several people in the room stagnated for a short time. When they regained control a few seconds later, they all wanted to launch their abilities to attack.

Shi Zhikong, who was pointed at by the supernatural power and the weapon, did not panic at all. He leaned back comfortably, and the door of the reception room was kicked open by a long leg in the next second.

Shizhi's lazy "Teacher Wutiao, you need money to repair the door, you pay" was drowned in a bang, and the white-haired teacher with an aura of [-] meters walked in.

He strode forward, looked around casually, and sat on the armrest of the sofa on the side where Shi Zhi was sitting with his arms propped up.

"Without forced buying and selling, or coercion by force, haven't all my students already rejected it? Please go home."

The atmosphere inside the door was tense. Outside the door, Gou Juanji, who had just contacted his teacher to rescue the field, thought for a moment, and raised the phone again.

——Should he call Principal Ye Moth to come to the rescue?

——Teacher Wujo and Sora are completely one plus one greater than two. Will they really not demolish the reception room?