The high-level evil spirits who froze in place looked at the remnants of the corpses that had turned into white light and disappeared, and their brows were furrowed.

It always felt that something was wrong.

But if something is wrong, it can't tell.

It seems that everything is normal.

Turning his head to look at Lore and J. Perelman, who were still in a daze, the high evil spirit subconsciously swallowed back the words of inquiry.

And at this time-

Tread, stomp.

Footsteps sounded, and figures flashed in the shadows.

Qin Ran stepped out.

Without speaking, Qin Ran's gaze swept over the location where the explosion had just occurred, and nodded thoughtfully.

"I see."

Qin Ran muttered to himself in a low voice.

"Boss, what's going on?"

The High Evil Spirit leaned over and asked.

"He's supposed to be a curser."

Qin Ran explained.

"So he just cast a curse?"

The High Evil Spirit cried out in surprise.

"Hmm."

"Still, there's nothing to worry about, just a few little tricks."

"I'll help you lift it."

Qin Ran nodded.

"So when are we going to start?"

The High Evil Spirit asked impatiently.

"Start now."

"I'll give you a vacation after that, you've worked hard lately."

Qin Ran walked in front of the high-level evil spirit and said with a smile.

"I can't thank you enough."

The body of the high-level evil spirit trembled, and then, bowed slightly towards Qin Ran.

Qin Ran, on the other hand, raised his hand and put it towards the shoulder of the high evil spirit.

Burst!

But before Qin Ran's hand could be placed on the high-level evil spirit, the palm of the high-level evil spirit passed through Qin Ran's body, and then ...... It's a burst of laughter that can no longer be suppressed.

"You're here to be funny, aren't you?"

"That's right!"

"You're here to be funny!"

"Boss isn't like you...... Counterfeit! ”

The high evil spirit turned its palm and expanded the opening on the opponent's lower abdomen all the way to his chest, and then, against the opponent's chest, lifted the opponent up.

"What did I go wrong?"

"I think I'm exactly the same!"

The other party was puzzled.

"yes, exactly the same."

As he spoke, the High Evil Spirit inserted the palm of his other hand into the other's chest as well, and then, with a force on both palms.

Sting!

It was like the sound of the cloth tearing, and the body of the imposter was split in two.

The internal organs were wrapped in blood and smashed down, but before they could fall on the body of the higher demon, all these things disappeared.

The eyes of the High Evil Spirit flickered slightly, and it saw Lore anxiously pushing its body.

"Hey, how are you?"

"What happened?"

Lore asked urgently.

"Very good, very good."

"Let go, scrap wood."

The High Evil Spirit said this, as if it wanted to shake off Lore's grip on it with disgust, but the next moment, it kicked J. Perelman, who was being held on the shoulder by Lore.

Bang!

Lore's strength was simply unable to fight against the higher evil spirits, and J. Perelman, who was carrying it, flew out like this.

Lore was stunned, he didn't know what was going on.

However, this did not prevent him from quietly moving his steps and standing behind the high evil spirit.

"Do you want to put it on?"

The High Evil Spirit asked, spreading his hands.

"How did you find out?"

J. Perelman, who was lying on the ground, did not get up, but just opened his mouth, and his voice became strange.

"From the very beginning, I began to suspect that those people were so accurate that they appeared on the train."

"Maybe I don't have the caution of the boss, but I'm careful enough that I shouldn't be targeted."

"Especially, I don't think anyone other than the boss can let me enter the illusion silently, there must be a process, and who else has been resisted by me before?"

The High Evil Spirit said with a grin.

"Then why not someone else next to you?"

The other party asked puzzled.

"Because, he's a scrap."

The High Evil Spirit said categorically.

Lore opened his mouth to refute, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Because, in his heart, he also acquiesced to this title.

People are self-aware.

Lore is that kind of person.

However, it was obvious that the other party lying there was not, and after a moment of silence, the other party spoke again.

"How did you find out that it was an illusion?"

"I've been investigating 2567 for a long time!"

"I don't think I'm going to show a flaw!"

"Even if you have an entourage contract, the illusion I just had is enough to give you illusions!"

The other party is very obsessed with this problem.

And the High Evil Spirit didn't answer this time.

Is it going to say that its boss isn't good at dealing with curses? The information you've gathered earlier, and it's clear that something went wrong?

It dared to reveal this, promising that it would be thrown over by the boss to feed 'gluttony', which the guy had coveted for a long time.

Or say to the other party that it is impossible for your boss to be so kind to you, and there is no way to have any so-called holidays?

It's a shame to say that!

It is impossible to say it, it is impossible to say it in this life.

So, the High Evil Spirit chuckled.

It hilared to hide its inability to answer.

It's just that this kind of laughter makes the other party a little misunderstood.

"Is it something I don't know?"

"This was my mistake."

"But next time, you won't have that luck."

"I'm going to put you in a situation where you can't survive and die."

As soon as the words fell, J. Perelman, who was lying on the ground, got up and ran quickly into the distance.

The high evil spirit looked at the other party's back and did not pursue.

"We don't chase?"

Lore asked quietly.

"Chasing?"

"Do you really think that I was building a friendship with him just after talking nonsense for a long time?"

The High Evil Spirit asked rhetorically.

"That's ...... Tempting? ”

Lore thought for a long time before replying.

"Scrap wood."

The High Evil Spirit pursed the corners of his lips, decided not to talk to the other party, and gave the other party a roll of the eye.

How could it be a temptation!

It's stalling for time!

Stalling time for its boss!

Tread, stomp.

The familiar footsteps came, and the originally straight body of the high evil spirit immediately bent a little, and then, with a smile on his face, he trotted towards the sound.

"Hurry up, scrap wood"

The half-run High Evil Spirit turned around and shouted.

"Oh, oh."

Lore nodded again and again, and ran over at a faster pace.

Turning the corner, Lore saw the legendary man again.

Under the shadow of the sun and the building, the other party stood quietly, the wind through the alley, constantly rolling the other party's cloak, in the hunting sound, the other party's left hand carried 'J. Perelman' was constantly slapped in the face by the corner of the cloak, crackling.