Sword Saint Priest and Lolita Priestess

He stood there, looking around blankly.

Then he picked up the snakeskin on the ground, shook it casually, and a casual and well-fitting dress appeared in his hands.

After getting dressed, he took out a photo from his pocket.

There are two girls in sailor uniforms and swords in their hands.

"Two people~!"

He said something to himself, stuffed the photo into his mouth, chewed it twice, and swallowed it with a grunt.

"Then, for the love of a father! Let us begin."

PS: It's late today.

Chapter 25 Shikigami

Inside the office on the top floor of the Tokyo Real Estate Headquarters Building in Yokoyama, Tokyo

The decoration of this office is simple but not shabby, and all the accessories are exquisite in beauty.

The most striking of all the decorations are the mirrors that span most of the walls.

Yokoyama Seiichiro, who was supposed to be the most powerful in this building, stood respectfully in front of the mirror and bowed slightly.

He is being taught.

A cold and indifferent voice came from the mirror.

"Hengshan."

"Please give me instructions." Yokoyama Seiichiro responded more respectfully.

"How's the matter?" the cold voice in the mirror asked faintly.

Yokoyama Seiichiro didn't dare to hesitate, and responded immediately: "The first plan was not successful, [Tengu of Immortality] returned without success. Sansejiushu, Qingtianfang, and Mao Changyou provoked trouble without authorization, and were killed by Yuzhong's sword Saint beheaded. Your Excellency [Yamao Fox] is still under the protection of the sword master of the Yuzhong family."

"The second plan is progressing smoothly, and the technical support from Qiuzhen Society is timely and in place. [Anti-Ten Seals] is being generated."

"Not enough!" The voice in the mirror reprimanded suddenly.

Horror, brutality and oppression filled with tyrannical aura came to the fore.

"That's not enough!"

Yokoyama Seiichiro's forehead was covered with cold sweat, he steadied his voice and asked, "Your Highness? What do you mean?"

"Please let me replace [Datengu] to answer your questions!" The sudden oily voice appeared behind Seiichiro Yokoyama.

Yokoyama Seiichiro frowned, turned his feet lightly, slipped out a ball of cattail fan from his sleeve, and swung it backwards.

The gust of wind howled, forming a slash of wind blades, cutting towards the back.

At the same time, Hengshan used the thrust to tap the ground with his feet, and jumped up. His body flew towards the window like a kite without force.

"You are too impatient, please let me speak."

The greasy voice appeared in Hengshan's ear again, and then he felt an arm on his right shoulder.

In an instant, the arm seemed to be extremely heavy, pressing his body on the spot, unable to move at all.

"Can you listen to me now?"

Seiichiro Yokoyama looked to the left where the sound came from, and saw a man standing there with his face painted as a crying clown.

The clown grinned slightly at him, let go of the arm holding his shoulder, and took two steps back.

Exaggeratedly bowed his body, his right hand was behind his back, and his left hand was opened and folded in front of his chest like a flying wing.

A greasy voice flowed from the corner of his scarlet mouth.

"Your Majesty, the [Joker], the number one in the battle group of the [Seeking Truth Society] in the Japanese Archipelago --- [Joker], and also one of the members of the board of directors of the project team [Gaia]. On behalf of the Truth-seeking Society, I would like to say hello to Lord Ootengu and his family. "

"Let [Joker] talk to you about the rest." [Datengu] in the mirror said the last sentence coldly.

Respectfully sending His Highness away, Hengshan straightened his body.

He frowned, and looked at the member of the Truth-Seeking Society who called himself [Joker] with a bad expression.

"What's the matter, tell me."

The clown turned a blind eye to such cold eyes, and there was a funny tone unique to the circus in his voice.

"Your Excellency [Big Tengu] is very dissatisfied that you have not regressed after your resurrection. Therefore, my organization has designed more plans for it, so that you can have more power than before when you are just resurrected."

"Your Excellency is very satisfied with our plan. All subsequent carte blanche will be entrusted to us for advice and suggestions."

The more he gets along with this clown, the more uncomfortable Hengshan feels.

He felt a voice in his heart urging him to dismember, crush, and suck out the marrow of this clown.

Suppressing the tyrannical desire in his heart, Hengshan gave the clown a cold look: "Tell me, what is your plan?"

The clown didn't care about the tyranny in Hengshan's eyes at all, he still said slowly: "We have prepared two additional plans, let me explain them to you in detail..."

Nearly an hour later, Seiichiro Yokoyama stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the office on the top floor with a livid face, looking at the crowds rushing under his feet and the Kanda Shrine close at hand.

Meditate quietly.