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

"What materials does the customer need for exchange?" The bald old man swallowed.

"US dollars, or a piece of news." Fang Zuo said.

"Ah?" The bald old man was even more shocked than before, his face turned stupid.

I've never seen anyone asking for money.

Which of these people is short of money?

never heard of that.

Also, what news is worth such a heavy price in exchange?

......

Sakura Kurumi rode a Kawasaki motorcycle and wandered around the gate of Sensoji Temple.

I have already cycled around Sensoji Temple twice.

She felt very sorry for coming here to ask for help again and disturbing the practice of the brothers in Sensoji Temple.

But if not, the master will resign.

The scene of Takeda Taifu comforting her appeared in her mind.

The man she admired patted her head and said, "I'll resign. I'll take the responsibility. You're still young."

Somewhat like his father.

A big mountain.

Sakura Kurumi parked the Kawasaki motorcycle in the parking lot behind Sensoji Temple.

His expression was determined.

No matter what, just go on your own, don't let the master leave.

Yingkong Kurumi walked into the inner courtyard and saw a black BMW X5 parked by the wall.

Ok?

Isn’t this BMW X5 Master’s car?

Master also came to Sensoji Temple?

Yingsora Kurumi took out her cell phone and sent a message to her master: Private Masai, Master, I have a progress report on the case, where are you?

Takeda Taifu: I'm in a meeting at the National Police Agency. Please email me if you have any questions.

Police Department?

Yingkong Kurumi was stunned and felt a little doubtful.

[Shikigami: Kaguya Touma]

The earrings glowed.

Endless expansion of perception.

The world became quiet.

Two familiar voices entered Sakura Kurumi's ears.

Yoshio Takeda and the Omori of Sensoji Temple were in the attic of the inner courtyard.

"Master, it seems this case won't be so easy to close. Someone who can easily kill a Fifth Heavenly Being won't be so easy for us to track down."

"Let the government worry about such trivial matters. We will proceed according to our plan."

"Hey! But the Abe family is holding on to me. If we really can't find the body and the cause of death this time, Abe Nozaki will definitely launch an impeachment and force me to step down. The Abe family has been eyeing this position for a long time."

"How do you want us to help you?"

"I hope the Master can use his connections at Sensoji Temple to persuade the other council members to keep my position and have Sakura Kurumi take the blame and resign."

All of a sudden.

Sakura Kurumi's mind went blank.

It feels like the sky is falling.

This kind of perceptual blessing doesn't last long.

Shocked, his spiritual power was exhausted and he retreated immediately.

It turned out to be the case.

Yingkong Hutao felt hopeless.

I was so sad that I couldn't even cry.

He retched a few times and held onto the wall to support his body.

The only pillar of faith completely collapsed.

If the master tells me frankly, I won’t feel uncomfortable and will think it’s natural.

But why lie to yourself?

Fake, all fake.

Family love is fake.

Master, it’s fake.

Mage, fake.

Everything in this world is fake.

Yingkong Kurumi put on her helmet in a daze and got on her motorcycle, but she didn't know where to go.

Where should I go?

There is no place to stay and no goal to achieve.

I am just a person abandoned by this world.

You can only drive blindly on the overpass.

Suddenly, a large van came crashing towards us at high speed.

Yingkong Kurumi's pupils shrank sharply.

He jumped up and abandoned the car, rolling to the side.

A loud bang

The van knocked the Kawasaki motorcycle flying.

He was almost hit by a car.

The door of the van opened, and a huge figure squeezed out with difficulty.

The tall shadow covered the Yingkong Walnut lying on the ground.

Kumamoto Rikisaburo smiled and said, "We meet again. I said I would come to see you."

Chapter 45: The Fate of Sakura Kurumi

Imperial Hotel Tokyo, Executive Suite.

The bald old man was very puzzled as to how could someone actually use this to exchange for money.

It seems that this young man is indeed from the demon tribe of the four northern islands.

Only those who have escaped from poverty in remote areas are so short of money.

Unlike Onmyoji and Yaobu ​​now, half of Japan's conglomerates belong to them.

What is lacking are materials that cannot be bought with this kind of money.

But could this level be achieved by one of the top people in the Ghost Department?

"This..." The bald old man hesitated to speak.

"What? Not worth money?" Fang Zuo was stunned.

It's not worth the money, so it's not a big loss. It's a waste of time that I carried this disgusting thing for so long.

"No, no, you're joking," the bald old man shook his head. "It takes time to calculate the amount, and it's difficult to mobilize so many US dollars in a short time."

Although there are many people who are stronger than the fifth celestial being, these are the only native great monsters like these in Japan.

The value of demon blood exchange is difficult to estimate in US dollars in a short period of time, and it requires a large number of accounting firms to calculate it.

Fang Zuo had an idea in his mind.

That means the value is too great to be counted.

"That's easy. Is this hotel yours?" Fang Zuo asked.

"Private Marseille, guests..." The bald old man smiled awkwardly.

"Don't talk, that's it." Fang Zuo nodded and looked around the room: "So the Mitsui Group is yours too."

The Mitsui Group, one of the largest conglomerates in Japan, has several listed companies in the Fortune Global 500.

The Japanese people all know that in the list of shareholders of the Tokyo Imperial Hotel, Mitsui Group is the largest one.

And the shares far exceed the others.

But what they don’t know is that the other small shareholders are actually just members of the Mitsui Group.

"I'm too lazy to bargain with you." Fang Zuo put away the illusion, revealing a young face.

"I'm sure you can investigate my face. Put this hotel under my name and keep it hidden. I don't want anyone else to know."

"As for the remaining balance, please pay it in US dollars. I'll calculate it tomorrow and give it to you in full."

"Hi!" The bald old man nodded and said, "Regarding the hotel handover, I'm afraid we'll have to ask the guests to come tomorrow."

"Private Marseille, because the Tokyo Empire is a century-old famous building after all, and each renovation costs tens of billions of yen."

"Besides, these are where the Japanese elite and diplomats from various countries stay, so the handover is a bit complicated and it takes some time to prepare the various documents."

The bald old man explained the reason in detail, fearing that Fang Zuo would be unhappy.

"Okay." Fang Zuo nodded to show his understanding. Now that Japan's economy is in such a severe downturn, various financial groups are hoarding more US dollars, which is also normal.

"Do you want that guy's demon soul and demon pill?" Fang Zuo asked again.

"Is it okay?" The demon blood frightened the bald old man. When he heard about demon souls and demon pills, his voice trembled. "Are you selling them? I'll have someone work overtime to calculate the price immediately."

Demon souls and demon pills are much better than demon blood, as the essence and origin are all in them.

"I don't need money for this." Fang Zuo said.

Take out a piece of white paper and use simple lines to outline the back of a young person traveling.

One man, one sword, green shirt, long sleeves.

Floating like a fairy, free and unrestrained.

"Two things in exchange for information about this person." Fang Zuo handed over the white paper.

"Hey! I understand, sir. I will mobilize all my strength and inform you as soon as there is any news about this person." The bald old man took it carefully.

He didn't ask who this person was, he was not stupid.

A simple piece of white paper and a simple message can be exchanged for the demon soul and demon pill of the fifth-day person.

Is this the kind of thing you can ask yourself?

"Legends, notes, or even simple records, as long as they are related to this person, are all fine," Fang Zuo added.

"Hey! I understand." The bald old man carefully folded the paper and put it in his arms.

"Okay, I'm leaving now. Take your time playing games." Fang Zuo patted the bald old man's shoulder. "You do have some good eyesight. You'll live longer, but your gaming skills are a little off."

"Aligato, thank you for your compliment." The bald old man was extremely respectful.

It was already evening when Fang Zhou walked out of the Imperial Hotel in Tokyo.

Surprisingly, there was no traffic jam in the taxi today, and he returned to the villa quickly.

The lights were on in the living room of the villa.