The non-existent Shura field has increased!

Amakusa Shiryu was overwhelmed, and Gin didn't show any displeasure at being offended by his words and deeds.

He looked at Amakusa Jingliu gloomyly, and suddenly put away his wooden warehouse.

"really."

Qin Jiu didn't say anything, and looked towards the door.

The tall and strong man wore gloves and locked the door behind him.

Qin Jiu slowly put away the wooden warehouse, raised a pair of sharp eyes, looked at Amakusa Jingliu, who seemed to be confident, and wandered around the ground, "I won't ask where your illusionist went, since You exposed your identity in front of me, do you still intend to continue to hide your identity?"

Qin Jiu calmly finished his probing words, and observed the person in front of him.

When we first met in Ginza, he was interrupted by a kick to leave his pace. He could still regard it as a coincidence, but later, when he went to this guy's house to do something, he already felt a little abnormal.

Do ordinary people have the intuition to feel danger in their sleep and escape before he opens the wooden warehouse?

That is a level that may not be achieved even with rigorous training.

And this guy not only dodged his successive bullets, but even subdued him in that way in the first place.

But after that strange ability was activated, he who had clearly understood his purpose of this trip and had received extraordinary training would be blinded by the memories and feelings that were obviously contrary to reality, and he would actually give up on such a trip for a while. A good chance to kill, let the other party escape for no reason, and even subconsciously began to think about the possibility of keeping this guy as a lover.

If it wasn't for the sudden ringing of the phone that broke the illusionist's illusion, I'm afraid he wouldn't realize that he was being played around by this guy in front of him until the gravity envoy from Mafia at the port arrived.

What kind of person can arrange an illusionist at home at any time?

What kind of person, after realizing that his residential address has been exposed, can directly sell the house in Tokyo without hesitation, and take refuge in Yokohama?

Probably aware of his exposure, he no longer hides his identity, but frequently contacts with other extreme people.

It's just that Gin really doesn't know what kind of value Amakusa Shizuru has, so that other people, especially Mori Ogai, who is notoriously unprofitable at the port Mafia, can personally escort him.

Just for that special ability?

Gin thought it impossible.

Now that such a dangerous person has been recognized, it is time to find out who he is and what value he has.

If necessary, it is not impossible to cooperate.

But the premise is that he must know what the value of this guy is.

Amakusa Shiryu complained endlessly in her heart.

He really didn't think about what position he was in now.

To say that the Jidao organization also has a very rich and detailed division of labor.

For example, ordinary organizations that occupy a piece of land and collect protection fees for a living, organizations that rely on import and export to do certain businesses, or mercenaries, arms dealers, and information dealers.

But no matter which one it is, it either has its own territory, its own influence, or its own channels.

He can build it slowly if necessary, but now that gin and wine are on the door, he hasn't figured out what he is yet?

Amakusa let out a big smile.

You can be chaotic in your heart, but you can't panic on the surface.

In short, if you want to survive, you must be able to hold your emotions and hold on to airs.

Calm down, he in the world next door has successfully chased Xanxus, isn't he in this world not as good as the cowherd in the world next door!

Even if there is a curse spirit standing here who doesn't know how much information he has, and can't say anything that is too different from the reality, he still has the confidence to continue living under this level of crisis!

So, word by word, he uttered words that were enough to make Gin, who was listening to Amakusa Shiryu's revelation, furious.

"you guess?"

With a slight smile, Amakusa Shizuru clasped his hands together.

The words have been exported, and the next content has a clear direction.

"I thought that since you brought someone to see me, you already knew my identity, so it's not impossible to make a deal under the current situation, but if you don't even find out what I do, you want empty gloves White Wolf, Lord Gin and Wine may have underestimated me too."

The body leans forward, and the two arms used to support the body are retracted in front of the body, pressing on the two legs.

Amakusa Shizumi showed a big smile, "Please go back, I won't explain to Mr. Gin until Mr. Gin understands what they are getting from me? This is the admission ticket."

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The gin was surprisingly easy to pass.

Even though Amakusa Shizuru hinted in a vague way that Gin Jiu didn't have the qualifications to know what he was doing, he didn't do anything out of the ordinary, but left quietly with others.

It seemed that the curse spirit really just came to inquire about information, and it disappeared without a trace shortly after Qin Jiu left.

Amakusa Shizuru unbuttoned her neckline, went to the bar counter and opened a bottle of red wine. After shaking the goblet gently for a while, she put the rim of the glass against the tip of her nose and sniffed it gently.

The bitterness of wine is mixed with the aroma of pine wood, and combined with the air to produce a strange taste.

Amakusa Shiryu took a sip and walked to the window.

The rain was still falling outside, and the patter blocked all his sight. He put the wine glass that he had only sipped on to the side of the bed, and turned to get his phone.

If the curse spirit didn't leave, but simply hid his figure, he might peek behind him out of curiosity.

Taking advantage of the reflection of the screen, Amakusa calmly sipped her red wine and sighed softly as she watched the magic spirit slowly appearing on the screen as expected.

Fine.

The boss can't lose his airs, and can't forget without changing his face.

Amakusa Shizuru's expression was normal, and he sighed calmly.

"Hey, I've finished seeing the gin here, and it's time to go to the next appointment. I'm so busy. Next time, I have to say hello to Xanxus. Next time I meet, I have to make preparations, otherwise, there will be big problems of."

After finishing speaking, he picked up his coat and walked out of the room calmly.

Amakusa Shizuru found an excuse and left the room.

Although I don't know what's going on, it's obviously not a pleasant thing to be in the same room with a curse spirit, and although he has a little self-protection ability with the help of Bai Lan, it doesn't mean that he can Protect yourself from the curse spirit.

Hui Yuanxiong said before that if you don't know what to do, you can go directly to the street or the city center with dense traffic.

There will be a 'window' in this kind of place to monitor the existence of the magic spirit. If you see the magic spirit, you will report it and notify the magician to come and clean it up.

And the Curse Master, even if he heard the rumors and came specially for him, he would not continue to follow him at the risk of being approached by the Curse Master.

But in the rainy streets, would these guys really be working?

Amakusa Jingliu went to the front desk to borrow an umbrella, bit the bullet, held the umbrella, and walked into the wind and rain.

The rain is thin and dense, like a spider web, covering people under an airtight net, and like a knife, cutting the connection between people and the whole world to pieces.

The heavy rain curtain was pressing on the top of the head, and the hand holding the umbrella had to use a little force to ensure that the umbrella was stable and would not shake randomly.

The whole street was deserted.

The salty smell unique to the harbor city diffused in the rain, and the mixed filth that vaguely belonged to the curse spirit was also inhaled into his lungs.

The curse spirit is still here, and the smell has become stronger, and the sound of cloth rubbing is approaching in front of it.

Amakusa Shizuru sighed, opened a pair of honey-colored eyes, and calmly looked at the back of the person in front of him, like a ghost walking in the night.

And, standing in front of him, wearing five cassocks.

"It's really a last resort to invite you to meet in the rain. After all, your invitation is too sudden, and it has reached a level that is completely beyond my expectations."

Amakusa Jingliu raised her head and signaled, "I don't know why the leader of the Panxing Sect is looking for me."

The person in front of him, as Amakusa Shiryu said, was Xia Youjie.

Coincidentally, Amakusa doesn't know many people in the magic world, and almost all of them are the group of people that Tokyo Manga and Huiyuan brother know.

And the one who appeared in front of him happened to be one of them he knew.

After confirming who the visitor was and roughly understanding the origin of the curse spirit, Amakusa Shiryu felt relieved.

When he first left, he worried about two things.

One is the bug that Qin Jiu arranged for the younger brother to put on him, and the other is the curse spirit that appeared right behind Qin Jiu.

But now, there seems to be a perfect answer.

What he said when he went out was originally intended to mean that he went to find a window or an armed detective agency, but now since the person behind the curse spirit happened to be this.

Then his goal is not difficult to guess.

It's nothing more than fancying the money in his hand.

Maybe ordinary rich people can't attract this Mr. Master, but a person who is rich and has a close relationship with the Jidao organization, there is a high probability that he is not a good person...

No wonder it attracted this person to take the initiative to come.

In sight, the tall man looked at Amakusa Shiryu through the rain curtain.

Above his head, a curse spirit that looked no different from a pelican flickered its wings, shielding him from the rain, and water droplets fell along the edge of the pelican's smooth wings.

If it wasn't for Amakusa Shiryu who could see the curse spirit, I'm afraid he would also be shocked by the way the other party clearly never opened an umbrella, but it seemed that the rain gave way for him.

"Amakusa... Jingliu."

On the opposite side, the man with long and narrow eyes, who was wearing only a small bamboo hat in the rain, raised his head, supported the bamboo hat on top of his head with one hand, and narrowed his eyes.

"You really know a lot of things."

Amakusa Shizuru smiled slightly, "Not much, but I just happened to know you."

"Since Amakusa-kun knows me...then, I don't know, Amakusa-kun, do you have any thoughts about the Panxing Cult?"

He looked at Amakusa Jingliu with a slight smile in his eyes, as gentle as if he was really a Buddha who came into the world.

"There are gods in the world, and the Panxing Sect can give you real peace."

Not to be attacked by the curse spirit, and then, it is thorough, the eternal peace that death can bring to people.