I said hello in my broken Japanese, and it wouldn't be nice to do it if I didn't say hello, because I still haven't figured out the ins and outs of things yet.

The old man smoked with his feet crossed, and didn't seem to take me seriously at all, and when he heard me say hello, he just smiled quietly, and the laughter didn't sound very friendly. I glanced at the table next to me, and saw that there were a few materials on the table that I still knew, one of which was gloomy wood, this thing was very evil, and it was also one of the main materials used by some workshops in China to refine soul beads. Most of the other materials I know are not on the right track.

"Should I call you senior?" I usually need to say simple Japanese word by word, so it sounds strange.

The old man smiled and said, "You don't speak Japanese very well. ”

I could only understand it in general, so I skipped the process of greeting each other, took out the beads I had gotten from my pocket, held them up, and asked, "Did you do this?" ”

The old man looked up, pushed his glasses, and nodded in acknowledgement. To be honest, I was a little surprised that he admitted so generously, not because he didn't deny it, but because I couldn't see through him. In fact, he and the owner of this steel mill are ordinary people in my eyes, and according to my thoughts, it is impossible for ordinary people to refine magic weapons. Even at this moment, I looked this old man up and down, and I didn't feel that he was a person in our circle, the breath in his body was scattered, and there was no sign of the dantian running, so it was obvious that he had not practiced. How does a person who has never practiced martial arts refine magic weapons?

"How did you do that?" I asked.

The old man took out a roll of paper from his side and threw it over, I didn't reach out directly to take it, and waited until the roll of paper fell to the ground to make sure there was no problem, then I reached out and picked it up and opened it carefully, and found that it was actually a design drawing, clearly marking how this bead similar to a soul refining bead was made. In particular, a detailed triple formation was actually drawn, and it is not impossible to make beads according to this drawing, with the help of sufficiently advanced machines, it is not impossible to completely reproduce the triple formation. In the end, it should be a semi-finished product without mana activation, and when I saw this drawing, I looked at the old man who had not cultivated, and I seemed to understand it all of a sudden. This bead was made by him, but what he made was only a half-finished product. Using this drawing, which I don't know where I came from, and using a discarded workshop machine that no one uses, I built it and sold the finished beads. When the buyer inspects the goods, he only needs to inject the breath into these beads, the beads are activated and the triple formation works perfectly, and the transaction can be completed.

The reason why this kind of bead is difficult to replicate is mainly that the internal triple formation is not clear at all, even if you accidentally carve a wrong place to see clearly, it is a failure. But there are drawings and special machines are two different things, according to the drawings carved, the machine will not go wrong, as long as the drawings are not given, then no one can grab this business. In this way, even if the old man has no Taoism, he can still make this money.

"Is it just going to show me something so important?" I asked.

"I decided to stop...... he said, smoking a cigarette and patting the bag next to him, "it's full of money, it's my retirement money." ”

This little old man is really not a person in our circle, he is a flat-headed ordinary person, but he originally learned machine tool numerical control, and he has a technology on his body. Originally, when he was young, he was just in time for the defeat of Japan, and when he was trying to catch up, he should be able to show his fists. I never thought that I would enter such a steel mill, and the Japanese corporate culture is that the company is your home, so he worked in this steel mill for many years, but ten years ago, the steel mill began to decline, and it became more and more sluggish. Young employees have left one after another, and old employees have been sent home. He was reluctant to leave, so he stayed, and because there were no orders, he ended up being reduced to a janitor in the steel mill. But there is no endless road, and his ancestor hid a treasure in the old house, which was turned out when the old house was demolished. It was a diagram of a fabrication, a strange kind of bead that he had never seen before. But the machine tool of the steel mill was idle, so he tried to make a bead, and at first failed many times, but the old man really had the strength to not admit defeat. In the end, he finally succeeded, but he didn't expect that a mysterious buyer would soon come to the door, and the first business made him make a lot of money, which made the lonely old man finally find hope.

But the materials needed to make the beads were also very expensive, so a large part of the money he earned had to be paid, so he still had little money left in his hands today. It wasn't until recently, feeling that he was getting older and determined to retire after making another fortune, that he made the last glass beads. But the glass bead fell into my hand, and soon the other party increased the order, and doubled the price, which made him moved. And today, he traded the second bead.

He told me all this, and although I could only understand a rough idea, I could tell that he was not lying to me.

"Who are the people who bought your beads, you know?" I asked.

The old man shook his head, he didn't know that the identity of the other party was the best way to protect himself, and the more he knew, the worse it would be for him.

"And who's sitting in that black car today? Can you tell me? I asked a different question.

The old man thought for a moment and replied to me simply: "Onmyoji, Onmyoji in white clothes. ”

I'm not surprised, it's not surprising that an evil god or demon like Tuwei has believers in the world, and I can understand that these believers came to buy these beads to refine their souls in order to help it. But the old man told me that the person who came to buy the beads was an onmyoji, or an onmyoji in a white robe, which surprised me.

Generally speaking, the Onmyoji of the Evil Way wear dark purple robes, which look more black at night. But the onmyoji who wore white robes were all members of the Yin Yang Liao Zhong'er Eight Classics, how could they come to buy such evil things?

"Are you sure? Could it be wrong? I asked.

"No, I'm not mistaken." The old man nodded affirmatively.

Speaking of which, I had a vague feeling of touching the conspiracy......

The old man was not surprised because after selling these beads, he found that the people who came to buy them were not serious people, and he felt that he might do some more evil things, and he was already prepared that someone would come to the door one day. I don't feel sorry for him anymore, it's not easy for people to live, the old man just wants to eat, killing people has nothing to do with him, he just makes some money by crafting.

"Borrow your phone and use it." As I spoke, I walked over to the phone, picked it up, and called the former Li Yulang's mobile phone number. It didn't take long for someone to answer the phone.

As a result, something went wrong!

It wasn't the voice of the former Li Yulang on the phone, but a strange man, I thought I heard it wrong, but the other party directly said: "The former Li Yulang is in our hands, if you want someone, you can come and ...... by yourself"

The other party gave me an address, but I didn't expect that Li Yulang's skills could be tied up before. I immediately hung up the phone and rushed over, and when I left, the old man looked at me and looked at the money bag, I sighed and said, "You can keep the money, but don't make these beads in the future, these are all evil things." ”

As I spoke, I burned the drawings and hurried out to the address I had been told.

Embarrassingly, I was unfamiliar with Japanese roads, and at first I wanted to ask for directions based on my shallow Japanese, but then I found out that I couldn't find them, so I called a taxi.

The place where I was asked was a school, and the school in Japan was unusually quiet in the middle of the night. There was a car parked in front of the door, and when I arrived, I walked over to the side of the car and took a look, and the wheel was the same as I had seen before.

After climbing over the wall and entering the school, I saw someone dangling a flashlight at us from a distance. I walked over and saw a lot of people standing on the playground, all of them holding flashlights and wearing black suits, but I didn't see the onmyoji in the white robe, nor did I see the former Li Yulang.

"What about the former Li Yulang?" I asked in a loud voice.