Illness Men's Manual

"Hey, do you really want to go with me?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also stood in front of the plane expressionlessly, relying on the fact that he did not dare to have subordinates to follow him around, so he talked to Wuzhi in an open and aboveboard manner.

The wind at the airport kept sweeping through the sideburns, but the cloak and hat on the orange-haired boy didn't affect him at all. He twitched the corners of his mouth: "I said that this time I'm just going to discuss cooperation, and I won't work overtime."

"I know."

After answering the conversation with Wuzhi, he rolled up his sleeves, and walked into the cabin first to look around.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Have you heard it again?

"Central Plains cadre?" The subordinate in the cockpit poked his head out, staring at the cadre who had not come in with question marks all over his head, and did not dare to talk too much.

"...It's okay, get ready to go."

Nakahara Zhong also gave orders in a stiff voice, then held down the brim of his hat and strode into the cabin, and Wuzhi, who was sitting in his seat at a glance, paused again.

Angrily and funny, he walked to Wuzhi, with his right hand loosely placed on his waist: "You shouldn't have to sit, right?"

Fortunately, Zhongyuan Zhongya does not need his subordinates to follow and stand by at ordinary times, otherwise Zhongyuan Zhongye would have to think about how to weave with the fog in this situation.

She blinked her eyes, nodded in agreement and said, "Indeed, if I fly you to Tokyo, it will only take a few minutes."

Oh, it's pretty fast indeed.

However, the two cities are so close that it only takes less than 10 minutes by private jet.

Nakahara Nakaya stared at Kiriori for a while, and finally sighed and sat on the seat on the other side, raising Erlang's legs uncomfortably, "Do you want to drop by and return to your shrine?"

Kiriori shook his head honestly.

"No, I want to go and have a look with you."

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned, and looked out the window: "What are you looking at? Watching me do my work?"

What's so interesting about this, it's not like she hasn't seen it before.

And this time it was to negotiate, not to fight.

"I'm just curious... the religious forces headed by the curse master, do you know what the curse master is?"

After thinking about it with Wuzhi, I still didn't tell Nakahara Chuya Su Nuo's finger. This is too complicated, and I won't be able to explain it at all in a while.

"Of course, if you can't grasp this information, how can you form an alliance." Nakahara Chuya said lazily, and turned his legs on the other side, staring at the alternating clouds outside the window.

"...I don't think you need to start with the Curse Master." Wu Zhi hesitated for a while, and it was not a wise choice to form an alliance with the Curse Master.

"The curse master is in the magic world..."

Since ancient times, the Yusan Family and the Curse Master have been the complete opposite. Compared with the deeply rooted curse family, the Curse Master is more of a loner, wandering on the edge of darkness.

"It's ok."

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't care, his hands with black finger gloves propped up his chin, and he seemed to be talking to the air from a distance.

He stared down at the city under the clouds, densely covered with mountains, rivers, and roads that turned into veins that made up the city in his eyes.

"If you want to immerse yourself in a city, you only need to master the dark side of the city."

Zhong Yuanzhong also may not understand whether the curse master is exactly as written in the information, but he knows very well that people in the dark can never be analyzed by a simple piece of paper.

"Speaking of which, do you understand it very well?"

Between gods and conjurers... will there be any connection?

"Curse magicians take exorcising curses as their own responsibility, and curse masters...you know the name, they work with curse spirits and are not bound by rules and morals."

"Sounds like crazy people."

Central Plains is also noncommittal.

You Wuzhi leaned on the back of the chair and closed his eyes, relying on negative emotions as his strength, there are several normal people like this.

"Speaking of which, your shrine is also in Tokyo, right?" Nakahara Chuya suddenly said.

"Ah."

"It's just a chance to drop by and have a look."

"...I advise you not to."

"?"

Yuwuzhi said with some difficulty: "...very... old."

"Ha, it doesn't matter, I'll pay for the repairs." Zhongyuan Zhong also laughed, and looked back at her from a distance, looking in a good mood: "In your own name, how about it?"

"..."

It's still exciting to hear though.

Don't worry about Fu Heisher always saying that she is the God of Poverty.

Yuwuzhi coughed, seemingly unmoved: "We'll talk about it later."

"whispering sound."

Zhong Yuanzhong also snorted softly, raised the corners of his lips, put on the blindfold and closed his eyes to rest his mind.

***

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After getting off the plane, Zhongyuan Zhong didn't delay for a moment, and immediately took the car sent by the Panxing Sect to their headquarters.

And Yuwuzhi also followed Zhongyuan Zhongya to the headquarters of Panxing Sect.

Haven't changed positions yet.

The familiar gate was once submerged by sea water once.

The renovated headquarters gate is more magnificent than before, and the relationship near the forest area is surrounded by green trees, and the air is very fresh.

Most of the members of the Panxing Sect are older middle-aged people, all wearing black uniforms, and it is obvious at a glance that they belong to a certain religion.

But... there seems to be something different.

The pattern of the building on the roadside and the gate is a fox.

Wuzhi and Wuzhi quietly squatted by the stone pillar at the gate to observe, the pattern of the fox looked very familiar, and Nakahara Nakaya turned to look at her.

what happened?

Being questioned by the eyes, Zhong Yuanzhong has long been used to public places where he is woven with Mist.

Yuwuzhi tilted his head and bent his eyes: "Very cute."

"..."

Zhongyuan Zhong also didn't want to say anything to Wuzhi immediately, and then he followed the guides in without squinting, followed by his own subordinates.

The posture is quite good, after all, compared with the disciples of Panxing Cult, the personnel of Port Mafia look more imposing.

Entering from the gate is the hall of the Panxing Sect, a place to accept offerings and preach.

There are still many believers kneeling and worshiping inside, and the empty hall is only surrounded by incense, giving tranquility and peace to the smoke.

Zhongyuan Zhong also subconsciously held his breath, walked his fingers and back straight, and instinctively activated the vigilance mode.

Until passing through the hall and coming to the second half of Panxingjiao's corridor is the meeting room.

"Huh, this place is really big." Zhong Yuanzhong also exhaled, and briefly glanced at it. The area occupied here is a bit exaggerated.

No wonder it will be built in the suburbs.

There should also be a branch in the center of Tokyo.

The disciples of the Panxing Sect walked forward with their heads down: "Miao Zan."

You Wuzhi also lowered his head to study the patterns, but couldn't see the statue in the hall clearly, and followed Nakahara Nakaya to observe the internal buildings.

Fox patterns are also embroidered on the clothes of these believers.

At the end of the transparent corridor is a mahogany door, which should be a meeting room or something.

"The leader is inside."

The believers left after speaking respectfully.

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his eyelids, the mahogany door was opened silently, and two believers in the same clothes walked out from inside, saluting with peaceful smiles on their faces.

"Welcome this lord to come to Panxing Cult. The leader is here waiting for you."

Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his eyebrows, but just as he was about to speak, Wuzhi's figure disappeared.

...Where did you go?

He clearly said that he would come with him, but it turned out that he didn't want to watch him work.

"Please come in."

Zhong Yuanzhong also pursed his lower lip, and walked in after a few polite words.

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And this side and Wuzhi have already left the team of Zhongya in the Central Plains.

She vaguely remembered the terrain of the Panxing Cult. On the other side of the meeting should be the giant freezer, which was originally intended to freeze the corpse of the astral body.

Yuwuzhi didn't sense Su Nuo's breath at all.

Not knowing where to find it, she flew to the sky to observe the entire Panxing Cult headquarters. Although it occupies a huge area, it is only divided into two areas.

Hall and buildings to the left and right.

On one side is the lecture hall of worship, and on the other side is the freezer.

If Fu Heisher's disclosure is correct, there is only one possibility that the finger is indeed here, and the finger is also sealed.

Going to the passage on the other side with Wuzhi, many believers came to the door of this giant freezer after brushing shoulders, but found that there was no one guarding it.

White mist diffused from the gap in the iron door.

The cold breath is familiar yet unfamiliar.

It always makes people think of the not-so-pleasant past, and Yuriori narrowed his eyes, and walked directly through the heavy iron door to the inside of the freezer.

Looking around with Wuzhi, this freezer was not as dark as she had imagined. It was built into small cabinets around it, and a one-way passage was built in the middle.

The chandelier above the head seems to be made of a special material, shining brightly on this freezer, which is very similar to a morgue.

At the end of the passage was a table with an intricately carved gray wooden box.

A yellow charm was pasted on the wooden box.

Sure enough, it was sealed.

As long as you get close, you can faintly feel the malice being suppressed, and the light of the black outline slightly emits, which belongs to Su Nuo's breath.

Such an extremely dangerous spell is placed here so simply?

Yuwuzhi frowned, not afraid of the cold breath, and walked to the table.

She carefully looked at the handwriting on the spell, and almost immediately recognized that it was an extremely ancient seal from the Heian period, used to seal disasters.

Exactly...how did it fall into the hands of Pan Xing Sect?

Di--! !

what?

Surprised by Kiriori, the alarm suddenly sounded around the moment he touched the box, and some devices were alarmed by the sealing power of the spell.

The sharp and loud siren made Wuzhi feel a bad feeling in her heart, but when she reached out to try to tear off the seal, she was interrupted by a strong malice.

The ugly black mud climbed out from the four corners of the freezer, glanced back at Wuzhi, easily evacuated the attack, and killed the sudden appearance of the curse spirit with his backhand.

How could there be... a curse spirit here?

"who is it!!?"

The door of the freezer was slammed open, and the black-clothed cultists who rushed in quickly ran in. They searched around but found no trace.

"How could there be no one!? Something has been moved, there must be an intruder!"

"Quick! Go and inform the leader!"

Suspending in the air with Wuzhi, he watched these believers searching around coldly. Ordinary people couldn't see the gods at all, so what about the many traps.

It was too dangerous for Su Nuo's fingers to remain in the hands of these people.

Do you want to show up and forcefully take the cursed object away... and what is going on with these cultists...

"Master! The leader is here!"

While Yuori was thinking about it, the open door of the freezer was blocked by the gathered believers, and then they dispersed neatly and orderly to make a way.

The roads that have been emptied in an orderly manner are only to welcome the leader in their mouths.

Looking at Wuzhi, the figure of the man is getting closer and closer.

The man's jet-black hair fell on his shoulders, black flared ears hung from his earlobes, his familiar eyebrows and eyes curved softly, and his loose cassock slowed his pace.

The familiar meatball's head was half tied back, and the handsome and elegant side face was more mature and stable than before, with a very shallow smile on his lips.

... Xia, Xia Youjie! ?

Yuwuzhi was stunned, how could it be him?

The leader of Panxing Sect?

"My lord! No trace was found!"

Xia Youjie, who was still negotiating in the conference room just now, arrived at an extremely fast speed, obviously attaching great importance to this matter, he groaned and looked around silently.

Yuwuzhi breathed a sigh of relief and looked away.

Even Xia Youjie, as long as Yu Wuzhi doesn't show up, he can't see it.

"Ah! Master Xia You!"

The blond girl who usually followed the leader came late in a hurry, and stood panting behind Xia Youjie, holding another black-haired girl in student uniform by the hand.

"Nanako, what's the matter?" Xia Youjie said lightly.

The blond girl named Nanako supported her knees and took a few breaths: "Holding, I'm sorry, Mrs. Xia You, I heard that there is a distinguished guest coming and me and Mimiko went to have a look..."

The black-haired girl beside her raised her eyes anxiously, and when she looked into the air, her eyes widened.

Only those who get married can see God.