Longguang Temple South? Muto Qing, who was standing at the door, was slightly stunned, realizing that it might be a relative or relative of Longguang Temple Qian who died, he took a step back, turned around and stepped on the entrance and said, "Wait, I'll go and call Longguang Temple to come down." ”

The two men in black nodded and stood honestly outside the door.

Mu Tengqing walked up to the second floor, came to the door of the bedroom, and shouted inside: "Longguang Temple, the people below came to look for you on purpose. ”

On the laptop on the desk was the Gintama anime, Longguang Temple sat cross-legged on the bed, his long brown hair was scattered, he turned his head and said with a surprised face: "Who is looking for me?" ”

"The people in your house."

"I'm not going! You send me away! As soon as she heard that it was someone from her own family who came to the door, Longguang Temple Qian turned her head and continued to look at Gintama.

He stood there without moving, scratching his head with his right index finger, and hesitated, "I, I think it's better for you to go and see him." ”

Longguang Temple Qian raised her eyebrows slightly, and vaguely sensed that something was wrong in her heart, if there was no matter, Muto that guy would not speak in such a tone, what happened?

She didn't ask, jumped out of bed, stretched and said, "Okay, I'll go down and meet them." ”

Walking to the entrance, she swept her eyes over the two black-clothed people, they all lowered their heads to avoid their eyes, but they still felt their scalps tingle, thinking that the eldest lady was really as domineering as the legend.

"What are you looking for me? If you persuade me to go back, tell that stinky old man that I will not go back! She crossed her waist with one hand and said a word neither lightly nor heavily.

The black-clothed man on the left wiped the sweat from his forehead and said in a low voice: "Chairman Nan was found dead in the early morning, and the family is preparing for the funeral, and the master said that he would invite you back." ”

Boom, Longguang Si Qian's head seemed to have been smashed by a heavy hammer, her body shook, she took two steps back, shook her head and said, "Impossible!" That stinky old man has always been physically strong, how could he die? ”

"Miss, Chairman Nan is already seventy-two years old, as the saying goes, people are over seventy, life and death are up to heaven, please mourn and change."

This sentence was so cold, so cold that Longguang Temple's heart didn't have any temperature, she was staring against the wall, her sharp eyes were weakened a little, and she said in a low voice: "I understand, I'll go back." ”

Muto Qing, who was watching from the sidelines, didn't speak, just watched silently, he didn't know what to say, and the mourning was smooth? It's a ceremonial comfort, and it's usually weightless and easy to say.

He didn't want to say anything, so he simply fell silent.

Sending away Longguang Temple Akane, he closed the door, and suddenly felt very lonely, Yuko was going to Kyoto with her parents to play, Mengxue was busy with work, and Longguang Temple went back to attend the funeral.

He's not used to being alone in this room.

Turning around and walking to the living room, he opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of ice Coke, opened the pull ring, and drank it in one gulp, he burped contentedly, threw the Coke into the trash can, and muttered to himself: "It's okay left and right, let's see if those test subjects have reached the golden pill stage." ”

People will always forget about business when they are happy, and once they are gone, they will remember that there is still something to do.

He turned around and sat down in front of the sofa, pinched the trick with one hand, and shot a ray of light from his fingertips on the glass table, and quickly pulled it away, revealing a three-dimensional picture, a total of six.

The people who didn't emerge were already dead, and he looked at the six test subjects, and found that three of them had reached the level of Jindan.

"It's finally a bit of a gain," Muto muttered to himself, his hand pinching again, projecting himself onto one of the images.

Somewhere in Osaka, inside a Gothic church.

The blurry five-colored glass pieced together the picture of angels and demons fighting on the ceiling, and on an erected cross, the holy bride hung her head, her chest was pierced by a thick sharp wood, and the lifeblood of her hands was also pierced by the sharp wood, and the whole person was firmly nailed to the cross.

One by one, the bridegroom had his eyes gouged out, his head raised, his knees on his knees, his stiff hands kept open, as if waiting for the crucified bride to fall and throw himself into his arms.

A man with a bird's nest head stands at the end of the red carpet in the middle, with a painting shelf in front of him, and he looks focused on using a brush and various colors of paint to turn the scene in front of him into a poignant painting that can shake the soul.

Suddenly, a faint phantom appeared, his face was blurred, and the man with the head of the bird's nest who was painting came back to his senses, staring at the phantom with a pair of listless dead fish eyes, and wondered: "Who are you?" ”

The phantom swept around, and finally landed on the painter, and said lightly: "It seems that you have used your power well. ”

The head man of the bird's nest scratched the hair on his left temple with the end of his paintbrush, and said in an impatient tone: "If it's okay, please don't disturb my painting, it will affect my creation." ”

The phantom glanced at his so-called paintings, those brightly colored paints were mixed, and the paintings painted were really shocking, shocking to the point that you doubted your life.

If this is abstract, it is too abstract, similar to elementary school students' graffiti.

In short, Muto Qing couldn't appreciate it, and said straight to the point: "Do you feel uncomfortable when you use this power?" ”

The man at the head of the bird's nest frowned, with a wave of the paint-stained brush, the rows of seats flew in the air, and he showed a look of surprise on his face, he should be able to control the other party's actions, how could he let the seats fly?

"It's useless, I'm not a physical entity, it's just a projection here, like an image produced by a projector, the difference is that I'm in a far away place. Okay, I'll get you out of the way, and you should answer my questions too. ”

The phantom's eyes suddenly lit up with a red light, piercing straight into the eyes of the bird's nest man, his face showed a look of struggle, and gradually turned calm, and finally replied calmly: "Every time I run mana, I feel extremely happy, as if I have created a beautiful work of art, and besides, when I urinate, the stem veins will sting a little." ”

After listening to this sentence quietly, Muto Qing understood that there was still a problem with this exercise route, and said lightly: "You are dead, and all the memories in your mind are gone." ”

"Well, I'm dead, all my memories are gone," the bird's nest man repeated, falling to the ground on his back, not breathing.

Muto Qing didn't intend to kill anyone, but the problem was that the bird's nest man took the initiative to make a move, so he naturally wanted to return the color.

The projection dissipated, and in the living room of Muto's house, he opened his eyes, and the image in front of him disappeared, leaving only five.

He found another young man in the Jindan period and pinched the projection.

In the middle of what looks like a golf course, a large sun umbrella is stretched out, and two deck chairs and a desk are arranged.

On the edge of the shadow where the umbrella was opened, a hedgehog-headed young man with an ordinary appearance and medium height stood there, took a deep breath, and turned his head again: "Grandpa Longguang Temple, you said that you want to introduce an important person to me, who is that person?" ”

"Hehe, that's a person you can't forget when you see it, my granddaughter, Longguang Temple Qian."