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

At this moment, the doctor's piano, which had fallen into the deep pit as the ground collapsed, stood up and stretched out twelve pairs of spider legs.

The piano lid was opened, and the original black and white keys were now arranged with children's finger bones.

"Ma Feihui... come and play with us..." A cracked head was lying in the piano case.

Various brain nerves hanging down covered the entire piano.

The finger bones on the piano kept flying, playing disturbing music.

Accompanied by countless finger bones shooting towards Ma Feihui.

Ma Feihui's body disappeared instantly, avoiding the tentacles extending from the flesh wall and the overwhelming finger bones.

In the darkness, several intertwined red lights lit up again.

The old-fashioned piano made a sound of bones breaking, screamed and collapsed.

Ma Feihui flashed and appeared next to the tentacle woman.

She crossed her hands and made the sign of a cross, her ten fingers glowed red, and scarlet cracks appeared out of thin air.

He cut through the countless tentacles blocking his way and slashed towards the woman.

But the woman with the spores in the ootheca twisted her body slightly and disappeared from the flesh wall, and then a convex shape slowly emerged at the other end.

Ma Feihui stood there and took a deep breath.

The blush on her face grew more and more intense.

A pair of beautiful eyes with rippling water.

The pain is getting worse.

The white shirt inside the suit popped, and a button was pushed open and flew out.

Even the suit tie was tightly clamped by the curve of the shirt.

My legs trembled slightly and felt weak.

"You won't be able to hold on for much longer, Makihui." The tentacle woman, having fully reappeared, proudly waved a dozen tentacles. "The human body is your greatest shackle, and female desire is your greatest enemy."

Ma Feihui's eyes blurred for a moment, and as she looked at the dancing tentacles, she suddenly felt the urge to give up the fight.

She swayed and was about to fall.

"What kind of garbage is this? Is it from your world?" A large hand supported her back. "It doesn't have any original power. It's just synthetic dregs. It's even more filthy than those so-called shikigami and gods in Japan."

Ma Feihui opened her eyes and looked at Fang Zuo standing beside her.

Smell a masculine scent.

The instinctive fear and submission in my heart instantly transformed into rising emotions.

He wrapped his arms around Fang Zuo's body.

night sky.

Fang Zuo was floating in the air holding Ma Feihui.

A divine thought came out.

A huge golden hand slapped down with the power to destroy the world, instantly flattening the huge deep pit and the entire villa.

Neatly.

Flat like a mirror.

It was as if this place was just a flat piece of land and nothing had ever risen from it.

Ma Feihui hugged the man beside her tightly with her arms.

Slightly open red lips.

A small part of the soft pink skin peeked out.

Her face and neck were flushed, and tiny beads of sweat appeared.

She had already kicked a pair of leather shoes away in mid-air.

The white and tender feet were wrapped in black stockings, and the nails of all ten toes were scarlet.

Snow-white insteps, snow-white face and neck.

Paired with her equally scarlet lips and lush fingernails.

It looks extremely charming in the dark night.

She buried her head deeply in Fang Zuo's chest.

He took a bite.

Accompanied by a series of banging sounds.

After inhaling the mist, she couldn't control her body at all.

I couldn't help but pull two buttons off my shirt.

A piece of black cloth fell from the sky.

It is a small bust size that Makie stretched.

Zhang Yingxian followed the Shinto priest into the Tokyo Exorcist Guard Office.

I looked at the decorations curiously, which were different from those in China.

It’s different from the police station he usually goes to.

"Mr. Zhang, please come here and wait with them. I will go to meet our goddess and arrange your registration soon." Priest Shoichi Takeuchi said respectfully.

"Hurry up, don't waste time!" Zhang Yingxian waved his hand and sat down on the sofa next to him.

Lying on the sofa, crossing his legs.

The only advantage of going on a tough errand is that there is no nagging from the master, and you can sit however you want.

Several psychics waiting to register in the room looked at Zhang Yingxian who had just joined, staring at him expressionlessly.

"Look at your mother, what a bunch of idiots." Zhang Yingxian spat and pointed at the female police officer standing there in a daze. "Pour me a glass of water, Taoist priest. Do you understand Chinese?"

The policewoman next to her, who was fluent in various languages, was rapidly analyzing the meaning of Zhang Yingxian's first sentence.

What is a silly guy?

When I heard someone calling me, I understood what was said.

He nodded quickly and walked towards the tea room.

"Why are you scolding me now? All of a sudden! I didn't do anything wrong!" A white man in a Protestant robe stood up, pointed at Zhang Yingxian angrily, and then greeted several psychics next to him in English.

When several people heard this, they were instantly furious.

These people are all respected in their respective countries, but they are being humiliated here for no reason.

All the energy was locked towards Zhang Yingxian with strong hostility.

"Do you understand? That's great, you want to fight?" Zhang Yingxian continued lying down, picking his nose. He flicked the bullet and hit the white man right on the forehead. "I get paid to curse people in my country, but judging by the blood on your idiot heads, you're not any good."

The white man wiped his forehead with his hand, and his hair stood on end with disgust. He opened the thick Bible in his hand, and a white light enveloped him: "The Lord said: Let there be..."

"Fuck you." A peach wood sword came across and hit the priest's mouth instantly.

There was a sound of flesh snapping.

The white man fell sideways, threw the Bible in his hand high into the air, and papers flew all over the sky.

The mouth was crooked, and red blood and several teeth flew out.

Several other psychics shouted and started fighting.

"The glory of our ancestors, my blood boils..."

"Your ancestor is me, the Taoist priest, what do you call your mother?"

"Ouch~~~!"

"Wow, what the hell are you yelling about? You're turning into all this hair, are you cosplaying as a werewolf? Are you playing Werewolf?"

A peach wood sword was waved in the air, but it didn't look like a sword at all, it neither stabbed nor picked, neither lifted nor pried.

There is no swordsmanship at all.

Under Zhang Yingxian's sword gestures from a distance.

This peach wood sword was like a hammer, slapping these people in the face with incredible force.

......

......

Blood and flesh were flying everywhere, and the room was in a mess.

After a while.

The policewoman who poured the water came back and stared blankly at everything in front of her.

Clang.

The teacup in his hand fell to the ground.

Covering her mouth with both hands.

I just poured a glass of water, how did it turn out like this?

The young man who spoke Chinese still sat on the sofa without moving.

The few psychics who were sitting so majestically at first were now groaning and rolling on the ground.

The ground was covered with blood and teeth.

Italian SSS-class exorcist Claude Martin.

Bishop Carter Payne of Ohio, North America.

Dorian Owen, the Brazilian Blood Whisperer.

Rune Smith, the Romanian werewolf.

There are still a few psychics who have not been recorded in time.

These are all powerful people who came to Japan either by invitation or for other purposes.

Their miserable appearance now is just like a group of hooligans who were locked up in a monitoring room and had just been taught a lesson by batons and electric batons.

The wailing was deafening.

"Oh, my water..." Zhang Yingxian frowned as she looked at the cup that had fallen to the ground. "Girl, quickly pour me a glass. I'm so thirsty! These idiots just want to fight, and they even like to recite some lines first. How stupid! Thinking of the Eight-Nation Alliance makes me angry. No wonder Master said not to leave the country unless necessary, or you'll be insulted!"

The female police officer spread her legs and ran and crawled out.

In Sakura Kurumi's office.

"You invited a Chinese psychic to come here and deal with the murderer?" Yingkong Kurumi sat on a chair and tapped the table with a pen. "Is it okay?"

"It should be no problem. Your Majesty, as you know, our neighboring country is truly unfathomable. We sent people to Longhu Mountain in China and showed them the video, and they became very interested in the murderer." Priest Shoichi Takeuchi bowed his head and said respectfully:

"This was also decided after consultation among all the high priests... because you said they could decide for themselves..."

"Don't worry. I still say the same thing. You guys can make the decision on this matter. Just report to me." Yingkong Kurumi waved her hand and said, "I'm too busy. Although Kanto has been free recently, there are too many things going on in Kansai. I can't take care of Shinto affairs right now."

"I understand, Your Majesty. By the way, when we went there, we encountered the Hatoyama family also discussing something in Longhu Mountain. This Mr. Zhang is also responsible for the Hatoyama family's mission..."

"Hatoyama family? Fuji Group?" Sakura Kurumi frowned.

at this time.

‘Bang’ sound.

The office door was kicked open.

"What are you doing, Ye Zi? Why are you so unruly?" Feng Hualian, who had been sitting on the sofa next to them, said with a frown.

The policewoman known as Yezi gasped for breath: "Director..., Deputy Director..., hurry and see... someone's been beaten... lots of blood... someone's injured..."

Sakura Kurumi and Kaede Karen quickly stood up and looked at each other.

Because of their men, they all have a special liking for psychics from China.

After hearing Ye Zi's report, I was worried that the Chinese psychic would get hurt.