People are wreaking havoc in Tokyo, ladies, please stay put!

This hateful man actually turned around and smiled, saying:

"I forgot to tell you that something special might happen tonight. Don't miss me too much then."

Baka, baka, baka.

Damn, hate, hate.

Go to hell, damn man.

Die, die, die.

Keiko Minamikawa kicked the wall madly in anger, as if she was kicking this hateful man.

Only after slowly regaining consciousness did he limp downstairs, enduring the pain in his feet.

This is the first time in my life that a man has driven me crazy.

Fujino, I will remember you.

......

When Fang Zuo walked downstairs, it was already dark.

I explained the follow-up events to the police and avoided being interviewed by a bunch of reporters.

He got in a taxi and looked inside at his Nascent Soul.

The scabbard was held in the hand of the still thin Yuanying.

The mark of the soul on it had long been erased by the original owner.

Fang Zuo easily refined it and made it his own.

The cypress tree planted by Emperor Huangdi is the oldest surviving cypress tree in China.

The ancient Jianmu was destroyed in the prehistoric times.

The countless remaining trees were also consumed by the powerful ones.

That person waited for a hundred years before he saw the extremely strong thunder from the sky that struck the tree.

The lightning-struck wood from this cypress tree is almost the best refining material available in modern society.

Not only does it contain heavenly thunder, but it also has thousands of years of incense from the people of Xuanyuan Temple.

As a sword cultivator, he thought so proudly.

Only this kind of material is worthy of being his sword and scabbard.

Before this, although he was revered as the last sword immortal in the world.

But there wasn't even a sword.

Just like Fang Zuo himself, although he is unanimously regarded as the last genius cultivator who can ascend to heaven in modern society.

But he still failed to overcome the tribulation.

bitter.

Fang Zuo sighed.

But he is not completely dead yet, so he still has a chance.

Suddenly, the protective magic weapon of lotus silk underpants in Dantian kept jumping.

Fang Zuo suddenly opened his eyes and sneered, "There really are people who are not afraid of death."

No longer stingy with his spiritual energy, he had disappeared into the back seat of the taxi.

The taxi driver was almost scared to death.

While staring at the back seat with trepidation, he turned the car around and drove towards Sensoji Temple to find an Onmyoji to exorcise the ghost.

On the elevated road leading out of Tokyo.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu and Oda Yui were tied back to back in the back seat of a Lexus.

A young man was sitting in the passenger seat holding a sharp knife.

The eyes are pitch black, without pupils.

He was mumbling something to himself, but no one knew what he was saying.

The driver who had driven Shiraishi Nagimitsu for many years also remained silent.

His eyes were dull and he stared blankly ahead.

Turning the steering wheel mechanically.

The two of them were like puppets, being controlled from afar.

"Oka-san, I'm scared." Oda Yui said tremblingly.

Tears fell silently from the big eyes.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu was also shaking uncontrollably, and could only suppress his voice: "Don't be afraid, it's okay."

"Will Onii-chan come to save us?"

"Most definitely."

Shiraishi Nagimitsu looked out the window in despair.

This is the direction to Kyoto, which is getting farther and farther away from Tokyo.

She knew where this was going.

Go to that scary old man.

The Oda family would never let go of the two sacrifices, himself and his daughter.

Even if she waits until her man finds out, it will be too late.

"Owner."

At this moment, Shiraishi Nagimitsu had no thoughts about politics or votes.

Only that man.

Strong chest.

A warm hug.

Give yourself a feeling of fullness and violent impact.

Thinking of this, Shiraishi Nagimitsu couldn't help but blush, swallowed, and clamped her legs tightly together.

Try not to make a throat tremor.

She seemed to have forgotten death.

Be calm.

Only this kind of satisfied emotion and desire can suppress endless fear.

The next moment, Shiraishi Nagimitsu's vision changed.

I have returned to the familiar living room of the villa.

The rope on his body has fallen off.

Next to him is his daughter.

The man who obsessed her was sitting on the sofa, looking at her with a smile.

"Owner."

"Onii-chan."

The two of them rushed towards Fang Zuo with tears in their eyes.

One on the left and one on the right, hugging each other tightly.

He burst into tears uncontrollably.

There was no other conversation. I just cried out all my fears in Fang Zuo's warm embrace and the familiar smell.

Fang Zuo cast a sleeping spell on the mother and daughter.

Stand up.

The shirt on his body was completely wet with tears.

He walked over to the driver and the boy who were bound by spiritual power, and looked at them carefully with interest.

"Come out." Fang Zuo said calmly, "Don't force me to catch you out."

The boy and the driver rolled their eyes at the same time.

thump.

Lying straight on the ground.

A puff of black smoke rose from the two men's mouths, circled in the air, and then gathered together.

The black smoke rolled continuously, and a three-dimensional old man's face appeared.

lifelike.

It looks like a three-dimensional black and white ink painting.

You can even clearly see age spots on his face.

"Tell me, how did you learn the Taoist Zhuyou technique?" Fang Zuo sat back on the sofa and crossed his legs.

Judging from the techniques alone, this old man's technique is the most authentic Taoist Zhuyou technique and has not gone astray.

It's not like the fist and martial arts god of Omi Hachiman, nor is it like the Shikigami of the Sakurasora family.

The way forward is completely blocked.

Fang Zuo was very curious.

At this moment, more than ten kilometers away, in Minamikawa Jingzi's apartment.

The woman's face was flushed, she was moaning and shaking uncontrollably.

Chapter 27 Taoist Zhuyou, Nanchuan Jingzi.

Chiyoda Ward.

In the living room of Shiraishi Nagimitsu's villa.

Fang Zuo lay lazily on the sofa.

The old man made of black fog was also looking at Fang Zuo carefully.

"This is the Taoist Zhuyou technique. How did you learn it?" Fang Zuo said.

"Sodesner, this is indeed the Chinese Taoist Zhuyou technique." The old man's head made of black mist asked in surprise, "Who are you, and how did you know this?"

Fang Zuo snapped his fingers and the old man groaned in pain.

The thick black fog suddenly thinned a little.

"I'll repeat, answer whatever I ask." Fang Zuo said calmly, "Don't say anything unless I ask you."

"A long time ago, a senior came here and taught it to the Oda family." The old man replied breathlessly.

senior?

Fang Zuo was certain that this must be a senior from the Taoist sect.

But I don’t know which blessed place he is from.

Since the end of the Ming Dynasty, the laws of nature have been changing strangely.

The spiritual energy gradually became thinner.

Most people who practice Taoism are reluctant to leave their own blessed places, sacred mountains and rivers.

Who comes here again?

When did you come here?

Why did they leave behind the orthodox Taoist secret techniques?