The sea is turbulent, and the coastline and the sky are connected into a line of rolling white snow.

On this white snow line, a small speedboat floats and sinks on the sea. The tide is rolling, and the speedboat is also up and down, which makes people can't help but pinch a cold sweat for the speedboat.

The situation of the speedboat is like a candle in the wind, and a wave can knock it over at any time.

But the strange thing is that no matter how hard the wind and waves are, the little speedboat is like a tumbler, and it refuses to fall down no matter what.

If you look closely, there is also the back of a man on the speedboat.

The man wears a black trench coat and a cylindrical hat popular for European gentlemen in the last century, and sits firmly on a small pony. The speedboat shook violently, but his figure was motionless like a green pine, only rising and falling with the ups and downs of the speedboat.

The man held a fishing rod in his hand, his eyes fixed on the sea, and did not blink.

He's fishing, or rather, something.

Suddenly, the fish on the rod moved.

The man's half-drooping eyelids suddenly raised, and Huo Ran raised his head, revealing a black face with a burst of light in his eyes.

So this person, sir.

A ten-story high wave happened to roll up at this time, carrying the wind and rain all over the sky, like a huge palm slamming towards the speedboat.

In the face of the huge waves, the speedboat was as small and helpless as an ant.

The top hat on the gentleman's head showed off his curly hair.

He glanced lightly at the huge waves twenty meters away, his expression was not shocked, and there was a hint of ridicule in his brown pupils.

"Hours, pauses. ”

Mr. gently spit out two round Chinese characters in his mouth, and his voice scattered like ripples, and the space began to condense inch by inch everywhere he went.

The undulating speedboat was still, the rushing sea was still, the falling rain lines and the frantic wind were still, and even the huge wave twenty meters away was still.

The only thing that is still moving is the fish floating on the surface of the sea.

The fish drifted more and more violently, Mr. President's wrist moved, the rain line was straightened, and the fishing rod was bent into a bow.

Beneath the surface of the water is obviously a big fish, so much so that the expensive and sturdy sea fishing rod cannot withstand the weight and almost breaks.

Mr. Chairman suddenly stood up from his mazar and stared at the swimming line, his eyes full of surprise and eagerness.

The wind and rain on the sea surface became stronger and stronger, and dozens of small tornadoes rose out of thin air, rolling up waves like thousands of piles of snow, constantly lapping against the still space around Mr. President.

This still space is like an invisible barrier, and it is like a boulder that has existed on the surface of the sea for thousands of years, and the boulder does not move despite the wind and rain.

Finally, Mr. Chairman pulled the rod again, and the line was brought up, and a small blue fish the size of two fingers hung from the hook and was pulled into the air.

The whole body of this small fish is like an ice cube, crystal clear, ice is clear and jade, and it reflects thousands of colorful lights in the sun.

It seemed to sense a great threat, and swung desperately in the air, but its lips were hooked by a thick fishhook, and no matter how much it struggled, it could not get back into the water.

"Xuan Ming, you've finally taken the bait. ”

Mr. Chairman laughed, and the laughter was full of joy and triumph that he had done a good job.

However, at this moment, a blood-red ray of light pierced through Mr. Chairman's impenetrable barrier, cutting the vertical fishing line.

The small blue ice cube fish fell into the water, and with a swing of its tail, it quickly burrowed into the dark water and disappeared from the eyes of Mr. President.

Mr. Chairman did not chase the little fish that had burrowed into the water, and the moment the blood-red light appeared, all his mind had already fallen on it. Just after the blood-red light cut off the fishing line and let the little fish go, it didn't stop at all, and appeared in front of him in an instant.

Mr. President's eyelids twitched slightly, his left hand was on his face, and his erected index fingers caught the blood-red light.

The blood-colored light disappeared suddenly, and only one blood-colored bullet was firmly sandwiched between the two fingers of Mr. President.

"Exorcism guns, exorcism bullets. ”

Mr. Chairman's face turned unusually ugly, and with a flick of his fingers, he threw the blood-colored bullet into the sea, and looked up at the outside of the barrier.

In the wind and waves, a fishing boat appeared at some point, and an old man stood on the bow.

He wore a hat on his head, a coat on his body, an ordinary old fisherman's outfit, bent over, and looked miserable that he had been oppressed by life all his life.

But he stood at the bow of the boat, but he seemed to have a momentum that stood up to the sky, and even the surrounding wind and rain bypassed him far away.

The old man is Cao Jinyang, who is ostensibly a bigwig of the older generation of the underworld, but in fact he is a mysterious supernatural.

Mr. Chairman and Cao Jinyang looked at each other from a distance of 100 meters of waves, one of them was surrounded by waves, and the other was calm and calm under his feet.

The eyes of the two of them were like two lightning bolts meeting in the air, crackling electric sparks.

"Old Black. ”

"Lao Cao. ”

Mr. President: "......"

He looked at Cao Jinyang and said solemnly: "How many times have I told you, I don't have a surname Hei, please don't call me that." ”

Cao Jinyang sighed deeply and said: "Old black, you are black and thin, but you are even more shameless." I'm a lot older, and I can't really say it. ”

"You can also call me Chairman, Vice Chairman Cao. ”

Mr. Chairman looked at him deeply and then said.

Cao Jinyang was silent, and after a long while, he whispered: "It's been a long, long time, and I haven't heard anyone call me Vice Chairman Cao." I almost forgot that I had previously worked as a vice-chairman. ”

Mr. Chairman was also silent, and the two seemed to not know what to say, so they had to look at each other so awkwardly.

"Haven't you found the answer yet?"

After a long moment, Mr. Chairman asked softly.

Cao Jinyang shook his head, sighed leisurely, and looked at the countless falling rain lines in the sky, his eyes dazed and tired.

"If you can't find it, come back. Mr. Chairman said suddenly.

Cao Jinyang smiled, and his laughter was full of ridicule.

It was as if he was mocking Mr. President, and it was like mocking himself.

"We've been friends for more than thirty years, don't you understand my character?"

"I understand, it's just that I thought you had a lot of walls, and maybe you could get rid of the stinky problem of drilling the horns. ”

Mr. Chairman took out the demon slayer knife from the scabbard in his waist, looked at Cao Jinyang opposite, and said coldly: "Since you are still a wooden head, then I have nothing to say, take out your exorcism gun." ”

Cao Jinyang's hands were originally caged in his sleeves, and when he heard this, his right hand was pulled out of his sleeve, holding a blood-colored revolver in his hand.

Mr. President's gaze fell on the blood-colored revolver with a complicated look.