The white fog that appeared from nowhere first climbed from the coastline outside Yokohama City, and gradually eroded this beautiful city from the edge of the city, and brought people who were not a little prepared to enter and incorporated into the bottomless giant mouth.

It was like suddenly breaking into the scene of a midnight horror movie. In the city covered with white fog, there was no pedestrian on the bustling streets, and only driverless congestion vehicles were left blocking the entire streets.

The music in Bluetooth headphones is still playing. In the convenience store, the rice balls that were just hot in the microwave were still steaming, and the canned ice coke was opened in a corner. It seemed that someone was about to have a meal just now.

The noisy city became empty, as if it had been muted by a button, and only the cold wind was left to make a lonely whistling sound on the street, blowing through every corner covered by white mist.

At the bridgehead of the Yokohama Bridge, Gojo, who spent a little time teleporting to the white mist wrapped in the black "tent", removed the black eye mask that bound the "six eyes".

The huge amount of information was instantly poured into the brain, making Gojogo frown.

However, when the "Six Eyes" brought back one of the spells wrapped in such a huge "tent" to Wuzhao Zu.

The strongest man in the world of spells turned cold. His pale blue eyes were covered with gloom, and he curled the corners of his lips with anger and said coldly: "I really didn't expect that there was your work here."

His blue light eyes stared at the figure slowly coming out of the black "tent", facing the black-haired man wearing a cassock and half-height and half-ball head, a pair of familiar and unfamiliar fox eyes, and his thin lips spit out a word-

"Jie."

The handsome black-haired man with a more evil look smiled slightly, and greeted a friend who had not seen for a long time and said, "Long time no see, Immortal."

"Ha." Gojo Gou squeezed out a sneer, and his slender fingers clattered, "Where are my students?"

"Who knows."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gojo Go's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot and appeared in front of the other party. He punched his curse and hit his handsome face with a punch.

While Xia Youjie retreated quickly, the smile on the corner of his mouth paused slightly, and then he said, "I haven't seen each other for a while. I understand, are you too irritated to hit someone now?"

It is said that hitting people is not a face.

It’s okay if you don’t attack his deadly parts, but what does it mean to hit him in the face?

Wujo Go, who was avoided by a punch, looked at the handsome face of his close friend who had parted ways, and smiled and said with a strange voice: "No, Jie, do you think this is irritable? Do you want to experience what is real irritable?"

The last sound ended, and Gojo Gou waved his spell's fist again and beat Xia Youjie up.

Xia Youjie's eyelids hopped, and while dodging, he also activated his technique:

"Spiritual Spiritual Practice."

The two former classmates who were talkative and now they are enemies and close friends are fighting each other.

In the city, white fog continues to spread—

The huge tower-shaped building is independent of the sea of ​​fog.

In this world where only those who are capable can be allowed to enter, Dazai Osamu, wearing a sand-colored windbreaker, walked out of the bar of "lupin" and wandered leisurely in the unmanned streets that only left a bloody place, and looked at the bodies of those who were robbed of their lives under the influence of white mist.

"Mr. Dazai."

A voice came from behind Dazai Osamu, causing him to stop.

"Ah, Anwu, you are here."

Although he stopped, he did not look back.

"Are you here to drink? I just tried cefos plus wine, and I was pretty excited."

Once undercover and Port Mafia, now returning to the Supernatural Special Services Department, has become the "General Intelligence Head" like Tomori Amuro, and the operation commander, Ango Sakaguchi stared at the back of the sand-colored windbreaker and said, "No, I'm not here to drink. I'm working."

"It's work." Dazai Osamu had a slight smile on his lips.

"Click,"

The sound of the bullet loading sounded, and several men in uniform suits walked out of the corner of the wall and pointed the gun in their hands at Dazai Osamu.

"Shibusawa Ryuhiko." Sakaguchi Ango spit out a name and stared at Dazai Osamu. "You called this man back to Yokohama again, right?"

Dazai Osamu opened his closed eyes and turned around. The curve of the corner of his mouth pressed down. The dark and dull eyes reflected an angry expression in Sakaguchi Yasuo.

"Do you want Yokohama to commit suicide again with a large number of suicides with alien abilities?!"

Facing Sakaguchi's questioning, Dazai Osamu's expression did not change. Looking at the black figure that appeared silently behind Sakaguchi Ango, he curled the corners of his mouth again without any warmth: "Ango, do you think you can catch me?"

The white mist that quietly appeared gathered at the feet of Ango Sakaguchi and others. Ango Sakaguchi, who saw the shadow behind him from Dazai Osamu's dull eyes, had already turned around quickly, but met a pair of dark red eyes.

Shibusawa Ryuki!

Ango Sakaguchi's eyes widened slightly.

Dazai Osamu's figure was quietly swallowed by the sudden white mist, and Shibusawa Ryuhiko's figure disappeared together with Shibusawa Ryuhiko who was sank into the white mist.

Ango Sakaguchi, who touched the white mist, looked ugly. After confirming that he could not hear the other breathing sounds present, he took out the hot Yushou who was carrying in his pocket amid the shouts of his subordinates.

"The power in the guards is almost unable to hold on. Let's withdraw from the fog area first!"

He squeezed Yuguan tightly and finally issued an order to retreat, and his heart was filled with surging waves.

Even the Mushima, who had invested the powerful spell, could only persist in Shibusawa Ryuhiko's extraordinary ability for a short time. Dazai Osamu stood opposite them again this time. How would they fight against each other?!

In the highest conference room of the port Mafia, Mori Ow, sitting alone with the little black cat, looked outside the projected monitor. The security of the port Mafia building disappeared after the white fog spread.

He looked at his subordinates with a expressionless face and opened the highest defense, closing the security doors on each floor to prevent the white fog from seeping in. His eyes fell on the dark group of kittens, with unpredictable eyes.

Ah, it's a familiar situation.

That was the case at that time of four and a half years?

So Alice Chan, who came back from the "underworld", brought back the dead Shibusawa Ryuhiko from the dead world this time, right?

Do you want him to experience the pain of losing his daughter again?

Thinking of the "most preferred" he made at that time, Mori Ou's eyes were so dark that it became more and more calm.

"Little Love."

The voice outside Mori Ou was unexpectedly calm.

Xiaoqiu turned his head to look at him: "Meow?" What's wrong?

"Don't you want to regain your memory? Now, the opportunity is here."

———Off topic——

5t5: After grabbing Hua Jie's face, Alice Chan could only see my handsome face!

Shrimp oil:...

Next is the father and daughter!

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Chapter completed!