Li Xuehao and Sawai Green followed the faint black gas all the way to Chinatown.

"This is Chinatown. As a native of Yokohama City, Midori Sawai is naturally familiar with Chinatown, and she has also come to eat Chinese food here.

"Hmm. Li Xuehao continued to follow the black qi forward, and the two finally stopped in front of a half-closed shop, because the faint black qi was hovering in front of the door.

"Is this here?" Midori Sawai seemed a little excited, and his fists couldn't help but clench.

Li Xuehao nodded silently, casually dissipated the faint black qi, and then walked in, followed by Sawai Midori.

Inside the store, a middle-aged man in a long shirt with a half-bald head and an ordinary-looking young man seemed to be talking about something, and when they saw the two of them enter, they both stopped at the right time.

"I'm sorry, we're closed, please come back tomorrow. The ordinary-looking young man didn't wait for the middle-aged man in the long shirt to signal, and walked up first, and said quite politely, but faintly stopped the two.

"Wukui, the door is full of guests, don't be too rude. The middle-aged man in the long shirt who seemed to be the shopkeeper stood up from his seat and reprimanded the young man who might be a shopkeeper, his tall stature made him enough to pass the young man standing in front of him and look at Li Xuehao and the two at the door, but he paid more attention to Sawai Midori's body, obviously the onmyoji aura on Sawai Midori was noticed by him.

"Do you two want to buy anything? The middle-aged man in a long shirt is worthy of being the boss, politely and humbly introducing the items in his store.

"We don't buy things, we're here to find people. Li Xuehao glanced lightly at the small flag that looked like a toy in his hand, and his heart suddenly moved, it didn't look like something from Japan, but more like the magic weapon of a demon cultivator - the Soul Flag.

"Looking for someone?" The middle-aged man in the long shirt didn't know if he noticed his gaze, the small flag in his hand shook slightly, and quietly tucked it into the sleeve of the long shirt, still with a humble smile on his face, "I don't know who you are looking for?"

"If that's right, it's you. The golden light in the depths of Li Xuehao's eyes flashed imperceptibly, and the bottom of the middle-aged man in the long robe completely fell into his eyes, and the breath on the other party's body was not the gloomy aura of the onmyoji, but similar to the existence of aura, but compared to the supreme yang and holy of aura, the aura on his body was biased towards yin and evil, and the yin was evil, and he was indeed a person who practiced the demon way.

Of course, a demon path cultivator does not mean that he is a bad person, this is just a method that is different from that of a righteous path cultivator, but the middle-aged man in the long robe in front of him is obviously evil, and the blood on his body is so thick that it seems to have a thick layer of red paint around his body.

Although ordinary people can't see it, they can't hide it at all under the eyes of the law. There must have been a lot of people he killed, and as for the young man next to him, there was only a faint bloody aura on his body, which proved that there were also lives on his hands, but it was much less.

"Looking for me? Hahaha, I don't know you. The middle-aged man in the long shirt was slightly stunned, and then laughed, but his eyes became cold.

"Master, they're here to find fault. The young man, who had stepped aside, suddenly spoke, not in Japanese, but in Mandarin.

"Saying that they don't have the qualifications to find fault, it is estimated that they are two pathfinders. The middle-aged man in the long shirt also said in Mandarin, his tone showing strong confidence and disdain.

Li Xuehao couldn't help but stare when he heard this, and sure enough, he guessed correctly, these two people are not Japanese.

Midori Sawai on the side also heard the difference in the other party's language, and looked at the two in surprise: "You are Chinese." Although she didn't understand Chinese, she knew what language it was, after all, several of her classmates were international students from China.

"That's right, we're from China, I wonder what this young lady is looking for us?" said the middle-aged man in a long shirt in Japanese, and at this time he was already sure that the young man and woman in front of him were probably the "spies" sent by the person who cracked his Gu poison , The reason why he is so sure is because he has seen through the strength of the two, the older girl is an onmyoji, but the level is limited, and she will definitely not be able to solve his Gu poison, but it should be the leader of the two;

Midori Sawai didn't know what the other party thought, but she also felt the "inhuman" aura from the middle-aged man in the long robe, and it was easy to think that the other party was the real culprit behind the scenes who caused Morimoto Masanobu to fall asleep, and suddenly said righteously: "As an onmyoji, it is unforgivable to actually attack ordinary people!"

"Hahaha......" The middle-aged man in the long shirt laughed loudly, his eyes turned cold after laughing, and his tone of voice was extremely disdainful, "First of all, I am not a weak onmyoji, don't compare me to you." Also, call your messenger, I have no interest in playing any house games with the two children. ”

In his eyes, only the master who cracked his Gu poison could be regarded as an opponent - of course, it was only an opponent, and the young men and women in front of him were not even interested in letting him make a move.

"You, damn it!" Sawai Midori is not a good-tempered person, and he was insulted as a "child", so he didn't care about any "main messenger" in anger, so he directly formed a law seal, muttered a sentence in his mouth, and a red light shot out of her hand, heading straight towards the middle-aged man in the long robe.

The middle-aged man in the long shirt was not moved at all, as if he didn't see the red light, let the red light shine on his body, and then "poof" a soft sound and disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

"How could it be ......" Midori Sawai's eyes suddenly widened, and his face was shocked. Although the loss of the "Ghost Slash" has greatly reduced her strength, her own spells are not weak, but now they have no effect at all.

"Weak Onmyoji!" The middle-aged man in the long shirt was extremely disdainful, perhaps he also brought out a little anger under the sneak attack, and said coldly, "Since the main messenger does not appear, then, it depends on how long you can endure it." After speaking, he waved his right hand lightly.

A black light burst out of his sleeve, as fast as lightning, and shot in the direction of Sawai Midori's face.

Midori Sawai exclaimed, she had already experienced it once, and subconsciously turned her body sideways to avoid the attack of the black light.

However, the black light is not the real light after all, and with Midori Sawai's movements, it also changes direction, and the target is always her face.