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In a secret room in the Beihanshan private club controlled by the spiritual sect.

The 63-year-old woman named Park, who ascended to the throne of South Korea's president as a woman and controlled half of the three thousand miles of country, sat respectfully behind the low table, holding a delicate porcelain cup in her hand.

She looked at the tea leaves floating and spinning in the cup with great concentration, as if she could see endless illusions of the past, present and future through the changes in the leaves.

From his own childhood memories to the future direction of the entire country. From the turbulent changes in the world's current situation in the next twenty to thirty years, to the personal attacks and plots against her right before her eyes.

I saw it, but it seemed like I didn’t see anything. It's so mysterious that one can't help but indulge in it wholeheartedly.

Sitting across from the low table was a little girl wearing a high school uniform. She was holding a bottle with her eyes closed, feeding a newborn baby in her arms.

When the tea leaves slowly stopped spinning and the illusion naturally dissipated, Ms. Park raised her stiff neck and said with shock and regret: "It's over again."

My best friend sitting in the corner of the room asked curiously: "What did you see?"

"I think I saw a golf course, a missile truck, and... you?"

Ms. Park looked at her best friend named Choi Soon-sil who was as close as a sister with some confusion. Since the divination prediction did not give results, she did not understand what the "future" she saw was going to be.

Immediately he nodded respectfully to the female high school student again and asked softly: "My Lady, I want to know whether what I saw is bad or good?"

Unlike those witches and goddesses who pretend to be gods and ghosts, the little girl in front of them really has the so-called "otherworldly" power.

Whether it's the almost prophetic tea divination here and now, or the shikigami monsters, it's all seen with my own eyes.

It is a power that is greater than mortals, cannot be explained by science, and can break through the rules of past society.

In comparison, the country that presides over a modern country with a population of 50 million and a GDP of over one trillion US dollars seems unremarkable.

The girl named "Jiang Meixi", as always, said some mysterious words, "The past cannot be traced, and the future is unpredictable. Whether it is bad or good depends on your current choices."

The words were suddenly interrupted. Jiang Meixi turned her head and looked south.

Choi Soon-sil asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"

"somebody is coming."

Jiang Meixi flipped her palm and the bottle in her hand disappeared out of thin air.

At the same time, the door of the secret room was knocked, and two guards from the Blue House Police Security Office walked in hurriedly, knelt down beside Ms. Park, and said in a low voice: "Sir, there was an accident in Seoul, a civilian helicopter flew five minutes ago Crashed into the Han River at low altitude."

The guard handed over the mobile phone, and he could barely see clearly the surface of the helicopter on the screen, with the logo of Chengzhe Group printed on it.

Isn't Chengzhe Group the company that connects him with the goddess?

Without waiting for Ms. Park to think carefully,

Boom——

A dull sound like thunder came in the distance, followed by a series of gunshots and bombings.

"When you go out and turn left, there is a secret passage in the innermost room that leads to the underground parking lot. Go there to escort the president out."

Jiang Meixi stood up calmly, gave some casual instructions, stopped looking at the people, walked out of the room with the baby in her arms, walked through the corridor filled with the sound of the fire alarm, and arrived at the front yard of the club.

The place is in a mess, the iron fence gate is missing, and the vehicles parked on the roadside, including several Kia cars belonging to the Cheong Wa Dae Police Security Office, are all burning.

Li Sheng and Hui Yu stood in the courtyard, at the end of a killing spree, with a large pile of corpses lying at their feet.

Hanshan Private Club is one of the important industries of spiritual religion in South Korea, and the staff there are all devout believers.

In order to protect the goddess, they all took out paper cutouts and summoned shikigami.

The tengu with wings on its back; the slippery ghost with a long and narrow head; the blue one-eyed Meichibo who is dressed as a monk wearing a cassock; the wet woman with the body of a snake and a beast

This scene is really like a time when a demon is encountered, and a hundred ghosts walk in the night.

Unfortunately, it's not of much use.

First of all, shikigami cannot move too far away from their summoners, and their summoners are just a group of ordinary people who are not even equipped with body armor.

Once the summoner dies, the shikigami will dissipate on its own.

Secondly, mid- to low-level shikigami have not yet separated from their physical existence. Faced with the fire suppression of modern heavy weapons, they will still be injured, die, and turn into paper-cuts.

When Jiang Mixi appeared, the robotic arm on Li Sheng's back was replacing shotgun ammunition. Huiyu held up a burning car and knocked down the Tengu Shikigami and its summoner.

There was no one standing around in the entire front yard, and the three of them looked at each other in silence.

Li Sheng looked at the girl in high school uniform who matched the appearance of Jiang Meixi in the photo album on his mobile phone. He thought he had to say something. He immediately cleared his throat and asked loudly, "Jimei's JK uniform is good. Which store did you buy it from? It's not Shan's. Bar."

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The system translation function perfectly translated this sentence. Not only Jiang Meixi tilted her head, Hui Yu also turned to look at him.

Seeing that the other party did not answer, Li Sheng continued: "Anyway, what should I call you? Jiang Meixi, or the undead that has taken over my daughter's body?"

"It seems my sister has told you everything."

Jiang Meixi, or Jiang Zhihui, admitted everything generously, "I was the one who founded the spiritual religion behind the scenes, I was the one who planned the shipwreck, I was the one who took away my niece's body, and I was the one who kidnapped Shaoxi and took the child away." ”

She paused for a moment and asked, "Did you and your wife give her a name?"

"Jiang Ziya, Jiang Wei, ginger tea, ginger, garlic and onion. Considering that this is South Korea, I prefer the name Jiang Jun, which has a warm feeling like the sun."

Li Sheng started to make nonsense and asked calmly: "I have two questions that I don't understand very well. One is why you sent someone to make a human model of Jiang Shaoxi. Finding a female corpse from a funeral parlor and destroying the face can hide it.

Secondly, why do you want to occupy Jiang Meixi's body. "

He seemed to be asking questions casually, but in fact he still maintained a high degree of vigilance - the bat-wing motorcycle had not turned off, and the palm of his right hand hidden in his sleeve was ready to pull out a powerful thunder horn at any time.

"The first question is that at Shaoxi's request, I had someone make a mannequin and forge a corpse to make Jiang Wanyong give up and stop looking for his wife. Otherwise, according to my own ideas, I wouldn't mind killing Jiang Wanyong directly."

Jiang Meixi said calmly: "The second question, as you guessed, the so-called 'Shaoxi and I are both goddesses from heaven and earth' is indeed false, and is used to fool those spiritual sect believers.

However, I do need a living human body with similar bloodline in order to move freely in the real world.

Can you understand? Human players from another world. "