Zhu Zhengyang slapped his thigh and shouted: "Oh, where is this man's trust? I can't rob you of a grown man even if I want to. Don't you want to make money? This can make more money than taking pictures."
"What? You don't dare to go because you have something in your heart." Zhu Zhengyang stared at the white-clothed Onmyoji with burning eyes and said with a wicked smile.
The onmyoji in white sneered and said disdainfully: "If there's anything I don't dare to go to, go ahead and I'll go take a look."
Zhu Zhengyang suddenly showed a proud look on his face, pointed behind him, turned around and left, and the onmyoji in white followed behind Zhu Zhengyang.
After walking for more than ten minutes, the onmyoji in white became obviously impatient and said dissatisfiedly: "How far do we have to go? Is this in the park? I won't go anywhere too far."
Zhu Zhengyang didn't even look back, and said with a smile: "It's not far, it's not far, it's in this park."
The onmyoji in white stopped talking, and the two of them walked for another ten minutes. The roads Zhu Zhengyang led were all secluded paths, and there were fewer and fewer tourists along the way.
Soon the surroundings were surrounded by dense woods, the sunlight was blocked by the lush canopy, and there were no tourists around.
At this moment, Zhu Zhengyang slowly turned around and looked at the white-clothed Onmyoji with a wicked smile: "Okay, this is it. I said we haven't left the park yet."
The white-clothed Onmyoji suddenly became nervous, looked around, and said warily: "Why did you bring me here? You want to trick me. You think too simply. If you don't want to die, just get out of here."
As he spoke, the onmyoji in white slowly backed away, and suddenly his back hit something. The onmyoji in white only felt a shadow above his head and jumped to the side in panic.
He saw two men appearing behind him, blocking his way. They were Yuan Wudi and Chen Zifei.
The onmyoji in white immediately started to sweat on his head. He looked at these people warily and said, "Who are you? What do you want to do? I don't have any money."
Seeing the panic on the white-clothed Onmyoji, Zhu Zhengyang sneered: "Da Fei, I said this kid is a liar, but you still don't believe it. This coward can still be an Onmyoji. If he is an Onmyoji, then I, Old Zhu, am
What kind of great gods are they?"
Chen Zifei snorted coldly: "The great gods of the island country are all dead."
Zhu Zhengyang shrank his neck and said quickly: "I'm just joking, I will never come to this island country again. I'm either a monster or a madman."
Chen Zifei ignored Zhu Zhengyang and stared closely at the onmyoji in white.
"Who are you, a real Onmyoji?" Chen Zifei said coldly.
The white-clothed onmyoji looked at the few people warily, gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, I am an onmyoji. What do you want to do?"
Yuan Wudi looked at the onmyoji in white with a fierce look on his face, and said coldly: "Onmyoji? Hasn't this onmyoji already become a legend? How can you be an onmyoji?"
The white-clothed Onmyoji mustered up his courage, stared at Yuan Wuhui, and said loudly: "Onmyoji is not a legend, but few people believe it now, and Onmyoji does not appear in the public eye. My father and grandfather are both Onmyoji."
, this is my ancestral land.”
"The miko can pass it on to this day, why can't we onmyoji..." the onmyoji in white said with some dissatisfaction.
Yuan Wudi sneered and punched the white-clothed Onmyoji in the face, "Let me see what you, an Onmyoji, can do."
The white-clothed Onmyoji saw the shadow of the fist getting bigger and bigger, his eyes widened with fear, and he wanted to avoid it, but his body was trembling and he no longer obeyed his orders.
The expected severe pain did not come. Yuan Wudi's arm was grabbed by Chen Zifei. Yuan Wudi looked at Chen Zifei in surprise. He was not frightened by Chen Zifei's reaction, but by Chen Zifei's power. What kind of power is this?
Although he didn't use his internal power, his physical fitness and physical strength far exceeded that of ordinary people after so many years in the special operations force.
If Chen Zifei can dodge his own punch without using internal strength, Yuan Wudi has no doubt. After all, this kid is obviously a veteran who has lived on the battlefield all year round. However, it is difficult to catch his own punch from behind.
It's much bigger.
And his arm seemed to be clamped by steel pliers, and even the inertia disappeared instantly, as if his fist was just raised in the air and was not punched out at all.
Chen Zifei shook his head slightly at Yuan Wudi, then looked at the white-clothed Onmyoji and smiled: "Since you are a real Onmyoji, that would be great. We are all cursed. Please show us what curse we have."
, can you untie it?"
Yuan Wudi suddenly understood what Chen Zifei meant. He quickly retracted his hand and stared at the so-called Onmyoji, preparing to see his reaction.
The white-clothed onmyoji looked at Chen Zifei and the other three in surprise, with suspicion in his eyes, "Are you kidding me? All three of you have been cursed. Now it's hard for the onmyoji to find even one of them. How can you be so lucky?"
Was he bumped into by the three of you?"
Zhu Zhengyang smiled evilly and said: "Aren't you an Onmyoji? Onmyojis are so rare, so we still met you. This encounter is fate. Come and show us."
Yuan Wudi glared and said fiercely: "What? You are not an Onmyoji? Did you just lie to us?"
Seeing Yuan Wudi's fierce look, the white-clothed Onmyoji unconsciously took another step back, with cold sweat on his head, and finally gritted his teeth and agreed.
"I also learned Onmyoji from my father. I have never met any other Onmyoji. I don't know what their strength is. If I can't break your spell, then there is nothing I can do. We have to agree in advance that you can't come to me.
Trouble." The onmyoji in white said fearfully.
"Okay, no problem. It's just a coincidence that I met you. No matter whether you can break the curse for us or not, we will reward you." Chen Zifei said with a smile and took out a stack of large bills, which looked like tens of thousands of yuan.
The white-clothed Onmyoji's eyes were immediately attracted to the big money, with a look of greed on his face. This made Chen Zifei and the others even more disappointed. They no longer had any hope that this young man was an Onmyoji.
"Let's take a look at mine first." Chen Zifei said, taking a step forward.
The white-clothed onmyoji first looked at Chen Zifei's face carefully, and then placed his hand on Chen Zifei's eyebrows. Chen Zifei shrank suddenly and subconsciously wanted to avoid it. This head is a key point. Many killers target the middle of his eyebrows.
If this man is really that Onmyoji, he will be in danger.
However, Chen Zifei still held back and did not move. He channeled his inner energy to the area between his eyebrows and tensed his body. If this man really attacked him, he would definitely kill him immediately.
Yuan Wudi and Zhu Zhengyang also stared at Chen Zifei nervously, ready to take action at any time, until the white-clothed onmyoji lowered his arms, and cold sweat broke out on their backs.
"There are no spells. There are no spells on you. Unless you are a very powerful Onmyoji, I won't be able to detect it. But this possibility is unlikely. You must have been deceived." The Onmyoji in white let out a sigh of relief.