Become a legend in Hong Kong

Due to a series of changes, the meeting of the Exorcist Family Alliance ended before it even started. The crisis was imminent, and no one cared about the so-called bullshit meeting.

Each of the exorcist family representatives either summoned the family strength to rush to Tokyo, or moved the family business out of Tokyo. What's more, they sold first-hand information. Each person was as busy as a head or two.

Whether it's Tomie who is immortal or the gate to hell opening over Tokyo, both pieces of information are too horrifying and can be summarized as 'bullshit'.

But the dense rain clouds over Tokyo are too real. Anyone with telepathy far beyond ordinary people, whether they are exorcists, monks, people with special powers, etc., just look up at the sky for a moment, and they will be overwhelmed by the vast aura. Out of breath.

This is not the kind of power that the world should have. The exorcist group hugged him to his thighs!

If they can, so can I!

When it comes to hugging your thighs, it doesn't matter which order comes first, but if someone else licks them, you don't lick them...

Not to mention bowing behind him, there is a high possibility that even Dogeza may not be able to save him.

With this mentality, the forces rooted in Tokyo or nearby sent people to the headquarters of the Exorcist Family Alliance.

Let’s not talk about the civil affairs. Many mysterious forces have exploded out of the chaos. Neon official, the Ministry of Environment’s Countermeasures Office and the Ministry of Defense’s Countermeasures Headquarters have all been rejected, and they have not even touched the turf in the courtyard.

Until the afternoon, a high-end car parked at the foot of the mountain, the door opened, and several witches helped an old witch who was shaking when walking up the steps.

The crowd moved out of the way and watched the old witch enter the gate of the Exorcist Family Alliance headquarters, and then exchanged words and whispered.

Miko Asama.

With the special ability to predict the future briefly and look back into the past, it is a key protected object of Neon. It has an extremely high status and can be called a national treasure at the level of a senior citizen.

When dark clouds enveloped Tokyo, Miko Asama noticed something. Since she was not in Tokyo, it took her most of the day to get there.

Outside the courtyard, an invisible repulsive force blocked the visitors. Miko Asama tried to reach out her hand to make sure there was no obstruction, and then walked in alone with a cane.

Beside him, several fellow mikos were spinning in place, unable to move a single step.

Asama didn't take it seriously and came to the wooden house as quickly as possible. Within his sight, a group of people gathered around the star map to copy and communicate the marked locations to the outside world.

Tomie's position is accurate to one meter, and it's like eradicating them efficiently. It depends on how much effort the local forces in Tokyo are willing to put in.

Considering that the door of hell opens directly over the head of one's own property, stopping losses is equivalent to making money. It seems that these people do not dare to lose the chain at this time.

But then again, a large population base means there are many weird things, and who knows how many tricks there will be.

There might be someone who surrenders before fighting and takes Fu Jiang home as a sacrifice to show his loyalty to hell.

Asama stayed in front of the star map for a moment, then moved to the wooden house with a cane. The door was ajar, and a ball of water floated in the air, wrapping a white hair wrapped in a white chain.

Seeing the chain, Asama's eyes sparkled with light. If he remembered correctly, the last time he spied on the god in Mihara Mountain, the latter also used this spell.

Thinking of this, her breath froze, she looked intently into the room, and then...

"Spades flush, I win again!"

Inside the house, three people were sitting cross-legged on the floor playing poker. Isayama Yomi and Tsuchimiya Kagura looked devastated. Fifty years after the IOU was issued, the Tsuchimiya family's homestead was lost.

If this trend continues, Tsuchimiya Gaara will have to sell them both again tonight in order to pay off the debt.

"Camisa..."

Looking at the familiar black suit and the long hair tied behind his back, Asama put down his crutches, bowed his head to the bottom, and took a seat on the tatami respectfully.

This prostrated posture contains a variety of meanings, including an apology and an expression of humility to a person of noble status.

Kamisa? !

Tsuchimiya Kagura, who was sighing, turned around when he heard this and saw a grandmother-level miko kneeling behind her, standing next to her with a dodgy jump.

The same goes for Isayama Yomi. Although young people are often rebellious and don't like to be bound by family rules, they still have basic qualities. This worship is obviously not for them and they can't bear it.

What does God mean, literally?

Isayama Huangquan was worried, and subconsciously looked towards Liao Wenjie. He didn't see anyone, only a handful of cards scattered in the air.

Another straight flush of spades!

"The gift is too big and I can't bear it. Besides, I think you must have mistakenly acknowledged me."

Liao Wenjie squatted next to Miko Asama, picked up her crutch and studied it. The wood seemed to be valuable.

"That's right. On the Izu Peninsula, I was fortunate enough to see you seal Mount Mihara. That was indeed the power of God." Asama said in awe.

"That's it..."

Liao Wenjie touched his chin. Mingren didn't say secret words. He liked to hear rainbow farts.

"Due to the rude peek, several people traveling with me and I were injured by divine power. However, I also saw your back because of this, and I dare not forget it to this day."

"It sounds like they are here to seek revenge..."

Liao Wenjie muttered, put down the crutch in his hand, and said bluntly: "There is no need for God, I am an atheist... Besides, you haven't seen God, right?"

"..."

"That's it. My name is Kurosaki Ichigo. Believe it or not, that's my name now."

Liao Wenjie sat down cross-legged: "I thought you would arrive tomorrow, but I didn't expect you to arrive so soon. It also saved me another night."

Qianjian knelt down and said, "Your Excellency, are you waiting for me?"

"Yes, I heard that the witch predicted the day of the solar eclipse. But now, is the prediction still valid?"

"this……"

Qianjian hesitated for a moment, shook his head and said: "The prophecy was born out of emotion and is beyond my control. I don't know whether it will change in the future."

"What about your previous prophecies? I haven't heard of them yet."

Liao Wenjie said that the second-hand version of Isayama Naraku can be listened to or not. After all, Neon, the second-hand disease per capita, likes to use exaggerated rhetoric. God knows how much this version has been added to the story.

"The situation is like this, darkness covers the sky, not darkness without sunlight, but... five thousand words are omitted here..."

Asama recounted what he saw on the day of the solar eclipse, when disasters such as darkness, hurricanes, and tsunamis followed one after another.

After hearing the general idea, Liao Wenjie secretly thought that the picture here could be compared to the finale of Ultraman. It would look like the last one or two episodes, and it would look like on the day of the total solar eclipse.

The end of the world crisis is gone!

"I also told you that the situation here has improved..."

Liao Wenjie briefly exchanged information and said: "Fujiang's weakness is high temperature. To put it simply, she is afraid of fire. Burning it to ashes can eliminate one of her individuals without leaving any cells."

This information has been conveyed, and the official forces have begun to clean up, but there is a bit of trouble in personnel scheduling. Today's Tokyo is undercurrent, not hot, but very chaotic.

"Well, with you as a superior witch, I can free up my hands to collect clues elsewhere." Liao Wenjie patted his butt and was about to get up.

"Your Mightiness?"

Qianjian raised his head in surprise, not understanding what Liao Wenjie meant.

"I am a pessimistic person when thinking about things, so I don't think that eradicating all Fujiang will prevent the door of hell from opening. After all, all the clues I have collected come from the enemy, whether they are true or false, they are all The person on the other side told me.”

Liao Wenjie said: "Fujiang is just a key and a tool after all. If Hell deliberately leaks false information through her... it's better to be on the safe side and I'd better go around again."

Just like Karasuma Renye, the Exorcist Family Alliance line is meaningless, and he will change it to another one.

"With my influence, I may be able to take your place, but my ability cannot."

Thinking of the astrolabe in the courtyard, Asama hesitated for a moment before finally speaking out: "If you weren't there, would we still be able to find Tomie?"

"It's not a big problem, I will leave a clone behind..."

As he spoke, Liao Wenjie stretched out a hand from behind, and an identical version of him stepped out. The latter patted his shoulder and said, "For calculations, he is enough."

Asama stared at this scene dumbfounded and subconsciously asked, "Do you have your own shrine?"

"What, you want to worship my statue?"

Liao Wenjie looked strange and said: "To be honest, I am not a god, and I have no priesthood. I will not need faith in the future, and..."

No one can trust me, it’s too unreliable!

Just as he was thinking about it, Liao Wenjie narrowed his eyes slightly, turned to look at the sky in the distance, and secretly said something interesting.

He flashed and disappeared on the spot. He left as quickly as he could, leaving behind the stunned Asama Miko.

Like most people, when I first met Liao Wenjie, it was difficult to follow his rhythm.

On the other side, Liao Wenjie's clone shook his head and stood up, picking up the playing cards on the ground: "If there are four of us, playing mahjong is more interesting, can you do it?"

"..."x3

Tsuchimiya Kagura hugged the black sword, shook her head, and then nodded again.

The girl knew very well that it was useless to refuse, just be obedient and that would be the end of it.

The knife in her hand is the one that sealed Sankoku, a weapon commonly used by Kurosaki Ichigo's vest.

Liao Wenjie figured out that Tugu Kagura was suffering from a bloody disaster and that the situation was not very serious. He lacked a shield to prevent the disaster. It happened that Sanhei had no other advantages except thick skin, so he threw the knife to her.

"I'm not bragging. Playing mahjong is an essential skill for survival. I know many gods and they like to play mahjong when they have nothing to do."

The clone looked at the three of them: "I know you don't believe it, but I still want to say that the reason why I am so strong is because I play mahjong well. The gods I know are getting more and more powerful, and my strength has increased with the tide."

"Isn't there such a legend? A monkey was slapped three times by the Patriarch, and he realized the truth of becoming a strong man. He played mahjong with the Patriarch in the middle of the night..."

Along with the clone's nonsense, a mahjong table was moved into the house. Asama looked at the two girls holding knives in confusion, then looked at the white hair still soaking in the water, and came up with a very disrespectful guess.

This god may be weird.

boom! ! !

As the mahjong table began, there was a rapid roar high in the sky, and a white missile crashed down and stuck straight into the mud of the courtyard, with a large amount of black smoke rising from its tail.

The Fujiangs started to fight back!

The clone took a look and played Dongfeng: "Don't worry about it. Anything that flies over my head without permission is a dud."