"The Sword Master is trapped in the mirror world. If he fights with the Oracle at this time, he will inevitably be at a disadvantage..."

The moment he heard this, the yellow-robed oracle urging stopped and looked back at the empty wasteland again, narrowing his eyes slightly.

Xiao Jin, who was standing in front of the window and watching him nervously, changed his face.

"Did I hypnotize me with lights when I first walked into this road..." The yellow-robed oracle envoy looked at the street lights above his head, and a sneer appeared in his eyes, and he said with a sneer, "It's a pity... you can confuse my audio-visual, but not my spiritual perception."

After saying that, the yellow-robed oracle took a step forward, and a light yellow light appeared in his right fist, hitting heavily on the empty wasteland in front of him!

boom--!!!

...

Dozens of cars are speeding on the streets in the dark.

Shen Qingzhu sat in the car in the lead, quietly watching the falling rain outside, as if thinking.

Beside him, Kenmasa Asakura, with gray hair on his hair, couldn't help but look at Shen Qingzhu through the rearview mirror, his eyes full of admiration and admiration. He had never seen such a courageous leader for so many years.

He personally led people from Kyoto to Osaka, and restricted them from investing two days to investigate the deployment of the Hokankawa family. After obtaining the deployment map, he decisively attacked and personally participated in the battle, killing the legendary young head of the Hankawa family two times.

As soon as the young head of the family died, most of the Hankawa family in Tokyo collapsed. The current head of the hometown was seriously ill and could not cause any storms. Next, their black killing team would definitely be unstoppable!

In just one year, he took the Black Killing Group to develop from Osaka Local Snake to a gangster giant that is enough to intimidate the entire Japan. The person sitting next to him is the legend of the underworld!

Shen Qingzhu noticed Ken Asakura's gaze, but didn't care about him. Now he was frantically reviewing the Japanese that Lin Qiye taught him in his mind, for fear that he would forget it after a while.

Thorns-!!

The sharp brake sounded, and under the action of inertia, everyone in the car shook forward suddenly.

Ken Asakura, who almost hit the seat in front, cursed: "Bastard! How did you drive? Don't you know how to be more stable?!"

In the driver's seat, the driver swallowed, pointed at the street in front of him, and spoke tremblingly:

"But, but... the oracle is ahead!!"

Ken Asakura was stunned and turned to look forward. He saw that the traffic that was originally smooth was completely blocked. Cars stopped halfway on the road. All the drivers and passengers got out of the car and knelt beside the vehicle, facing the man in red robe coming from the other side of the road.

Not only this car, but all the cars in the Black Killing Group were blocked here, blocking the road.

"God...oracist..."

When he saw the man in red robe, Ken Asakura's angry face disappeared, and instead he was unprecedentedly panic. He picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted:

"Get out! Everyone gets out! Welcome the Oracle!!"

In fact, he didn't need to shout at all. Most of the members of the Black Killing Group had already gotten out of the car quickly and respectfully knelt on the ground in the direction the man in red robe walked. Xiu Book Network

Ken Asakura was wet from heavy rain and opened the car door and walked down. His eyes were filled with panic when he looked at the red-robed oracle envoy. This senior senior who had been dominating the Osaka underworld for decades and a senior cadre of the Black Killing Group, without any hesitation, knelt down to the oracle envoy.

His forehead was tightly against the ground.

They just won the Hanchuan family, killed the Hanchuan Department, and planned to lead the black killing group of all Japanese underworlds. At this moment, they knelt on the ground respectfully like a tide, without any resentment and arrogance. At this moment, they were no longer tigers, but a group of docile sheep.

It is because the person who kneels in front of them represents the god.

They are indeed gangsters, and they do represent evil, but they are also believers of gods, but the gods they believe in are not gods as gentle as God of Blessings...

The red-robed oracle's eyes swept across these people with a light look, without any emotional fluctuations in his eyes. In his opinion, these kneeling gangs were the same as those ordinary passers-by.

As long as they do not reach the level of [Fighting Ghost], they will not have much impact on the order of the world. The ants will be left to the ants to deal with themselves.

The red-robed oracle's eyes swept around and locked on a car, frowning slightly.

At this moment, Ken Asakura finally realized something. He swept around with his aftertaste. After a while, a look of confusion and shock appeared in his eyes:

Where is the big team leader?!

creak, creak—

The rainwater was poured on the car window, but it was swept away by the quickly sliding wiper. After the misty windshield, Shen Qingzhu sat alone in the car, looking at the members of the Black Killing Group kneeling around him, and frowned slightly.

He opened the car door and walked slowly.

Black leather shoes stomped in the puddle next to the car, causing ripples. Shen Qingzhu, wearing the Liuyun Yuori, who symbolized the status of the leader of the group, stood quietly in the rain, staring at the man in red robe who was kneeling and worshiping everyone.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

"Big Team Leader! Kneel up! That's the oracle envoy!" Asakura Ken knelt beside Shen Qingzhu, lowered his voice and said.

Shen Qingzhu stood there like that, and the reminder to Ken Asakura seemed to have never heard of. In the quiet street, only Shen Qingzhu, wearing Liuyun Yuori, stood facing the oracle of the red robe.

"Why don't you... kneel?" The red-robed oracle oracle stared at Shen Qingzhu and spoke lightly.

Shen Qingzhu looked at him coldly, as if she had no intention of answering. Her slightly narrowed eyes were extremely sharp.

The red-robed oracle's brow frowned, and a red aperture appeared from his left eye, instantly locking Shen Qingzhu standing in the rain, as if she was identifying his identity.

"In the facial recognition... the identity code is being retrieved... the call failed, and there is no such person."

The electronic sound echoed in the mind of the Red Robe Oracle. He was slightly stunned, as if he had thought of something, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Are you an intruder?"

The inability to find his information in [Pure Land] means that the other party is not a Japanese. In addition, the "tradition" of the invader who did not kneel down, the red-robed oracle instantly guessed Shen Qingzhu's identity.

Shen Qingzhu still did not answer.

He moved his eyes away from the red-robed oracle oracle, and looked at the other Black Killing Group members who were respectful as ants kneeling on the ground. His face was slightly dark, and a hint of anger appeared in his eyes.

In the rain,

He looked at the oracle, slowly raised his hand, and gently stroked the fingertips of his thumb on the surface of his neck, and his eyes were cold and he made a throat gesture...

"Kurus." (Kill)
Chapter completed!