The young man had a fair face, and his cheeks were naturally bloody.

He wears a watermelon head, a shirt and black plaid shorts, and a pair of red and white AJ1s.

Looks like the child of a rich family.

But his eyes flashed red, and his grinning mouth showed fangs, which was extremely strange.

As he asked, the four gangster-like men stopped, but still surrounded Hanayama.

As the distance got closer, Hanayama Akane realized that these four men had lost their souls, and only the shells of their bodies were controlled by unknown forces.

They are puppets.

Hanayama tensed her body, paying attention to her surroundings like a cheetah, turning a deaf ear to the so-called "do you know the dark box" asked by the teenager.

What is a "cassette"?

Hanayama didn't know, she just felt that it was very dangerous.

She was able to make the alley empty by means she didn't know, and make the people in the bus insensitive, and cooperate with the boy to lure him here.

It's certainly not simple.

"What do you want to do?" Akane Hanayama asked.

The young man jumped off the fence and sneered: "Young lady, you don't answer my question, it's rude to ask me a question." ”

He walked towards Akane Hanayama.

As he approached, Hanayama felt a huge pressure, as if there was a mountain standing in front of her.

She gently pushed the knife out of its scabbard for some distance, looking around for an escape route.

The gods said, "If you can't beat it, run away."

Now is clearly not the time to be reckless.

To run.

"Oops, oops." As if sensing Hanayama Akane's nervousness, the young man looked apologetic and waved his hand to let the four men dressed as gangsters step back.

"Little sister, don't be afraid. Isn't it that the way they invited you to come is too bad, I'll go back and help you educate them. He closed his hands and squeezed out a sincere smile, which was even more weird on top of the smirk.

I can't believe that.

Akane Hanayama continued to be on guard.

The four men who surrounded her retreated, but she didn't feel good.

This teenager is even more difficult.

Seeing that Hua Shan Qian was still vigilant, the young man made a noble salute elegantly and introduced himself: "My name is Tang Jean, young lady, you can call me Xiao Tang." These four guys are my brothers, his name is the eldest, his name is the second, he teaches the third, what about this...... It's not called the fourth, he's called the youngest. ”

The boy who called himself Don Jean was skinned when he introduced the four psychic gangsters.

Hanayama: Indifferent.

Four men: expressionless.

Tang Jean shrugged his shoulders and complained, "This joke can't make the young lady relax." ”

"What the hell do you want to do?" Hanayama asked rhetorically again.

"What about our secret box, we want to talk about something with your family's god, and our identity is not easy to contact him, so we can only ask the young lady to help."

Tang Jean showed a helpless expression.

"You're trying to kidnap me?" Hanayama immediately guessed the other party's attempt.

"How can I say it so ugly, I want to invite you to tea." Tang Jean pretended to be sad, "Then let you help invite your family god to come to us as a guest, we are very sincere." “

His smirk was once again filled with a look of sincerity.

Judging by what he meant, he didn't plan to let himself go.

But the other party doesn't seem to want to hurt her, but just wants to use her to hold God hostage.

"Then can you tell me what you are going to do when you invite my family?"

Hanayama asked, if she could run away, at least she could bring some information back.

"I'll tell you about that later." Tang Jean sold a pass, "Let me introduce first, our secret box is an organization of a group of deceased who are struggling to survive underground and cannot live in bliss. In your words, we are an organization of ghosts. ”

"But don't be afraid. We're ghosts, but we can't hurt people. He tried his best to make a harmless expression, but the more he said it, the more unbelievable it became.

Hua Shan Qian has heard that there are some ghosts with high cultivation hidden in Qinbei City, and they all have spiritual intelligence, remember the things of the world, and will accept some entrustment of human negative emotions - to bring tribulation to the object of the commission.

I've made money and I'm having fun with it.

The gods wanted them, and after the results of the investigation were out, they recruited the gods of the major shrines to take joint action to arrest and eliminate them, but they were often ineffective.

What kind of struggle has been experienced between the Divine Court and Shinto, and between the Onmyoji and them, this is something that Hanayama has not understood.

I didn't expect to meet her today.

"We are looking for the gods of your family because the gods of your family have inadvertently obtained what belongs to us, and I hope that the gods of your family can return it to me." Tang Jien pleaded, but in Hanayama's opinion, it was not a plea, but coercion.

Hua Shan Qian thought about it carefully and seemed to have a little clue.

Recently, Mu Nanhao's Ah Li came to the house, when Mu Nanhao was hunted down by Qingchuan Yinyangliao, a killer came out to kill him, could it be the handiwork of this so-called cassette organization?

"You want Mu Nange's things?" She asked.

Recently, after they got acquainted with Mu Nanhao, they called him like this.

Tang Jean rubbed his hands and smiled: "The young lady has already guessed it." I just like a smart young lady like you. ”

"Then I'll go back and tell my lord god in my family, and let him send it to you." Akane Hanayama pretended to cooperate.

But how could they allow it?

Tang Jien's sly smile suddenly brightened: "Little sister, you're not smart like this. ”

Akane Hanayama: "......"

Akane Hanayama was ready to run away.

"So I'll call him now?" Her body was infused with strength and ready to go.

The divine power surging in the girl's body was like a little sun.

Don Jean smirked in consternation.

"The young lady is so powerful, can you make so many magic calls on the phone?"

He licked his lips and laughed uncharacteristically excitedly.

"Mystery - two poles!" With Hanayama Akane's low drink, a knife flash flashed, and the girl rushed towards the wall on the side of the road.

The speed was so fast that the psychic gangsters who reacted didn't have time to intercept it.

Like a little leopard, Hua Shan Qian instantly jumped dozens of meters away.

The four psychic puppets also followed behind at breakneck speed

Don Jean didn't immediately catch up.

With his hands in his pockets, his face was excited, and he watched Hua Shan Qian run dozens of meters.

Then his body suddenly turned into black light and flashed in front of Akane Hanayama.

With a wave of his hand, black viscous silk threads instantly shot out from under the permeable bricks of the sidewalk, wrapping around Hua Shanqian's body.

Hanayama was surprised, and hurriedly dodged to avoid the entanglement of the black line.

But there are more black lines shooting out from the fences on the side of the road and from the street trees, covering all directions without dead ends!

The black threads soon wrapped around Hanayama's arms and ankles, and the black threads were completely different from the tentacles formed by ordinary ghost qi, they were not melted by Hanayama's divine power.

After a while, Hua Shan Qian was imprisoned by the taut black line and hung up.