Seeing Kato Haraji getting closer and closer, I felt nervous in my heart, and my fists were clenched tightly.

On the contrary, the miscellaneous hair Xiaodao was calm, he was almost unaffected, his eyes were looking ahead, and he was always holding a piece of black soft cowhide in his hand, slowly polishing the jade sword, he was so careless, as if he was a viewer in front of a TV, and everything had nothing to do with him. Only the jade in his hand is what he cares about and cares about.

Sure enough, the miscellaneous trail was very prescient, and Kato Haraji ran to the big banyan tree six or seven meters away from the entrance of the cave, and did not continue, but lay behind the tree, looking nervously at the forest.

Because of the angle, I happened to see the ** posture of Haraji pouting his ass. After World War II, Japan proposed that "a glass of milk strengthens a nation", and because there was no such thing as melamine, the height of the Japanese has increased significantly (or for other reasons, to be discussed), but Katowara is not very tall, not even 1.6 meters.

So although he is handsome, he has a creamy smell, like an unweaned child.

However, this kid's viciousness is still fresh in my memory.

The people who chased Yuan Er and them showed some shadows in the gap between the woods in the distance, and I had good vision (I used to be 200 degrees nearsighted, but after the Golden Silkworm Gu gradually transformed it in the body, it was already a perfect vision), and I could see some probable - there was an acquaintance, it was the man in the power suit with a super strong sense of battlefield, that is, the guy who was called the Bogagong.

He's the number one horse boy of the big drug dealer and warlord Wang Lun Khan in the neighborhood, and maybe the commander-in-chief of the operation to capture me and the miscellaneous hairy trail.

I don't know what the road is about, but I suddenly felt a burst of ecstasy in my heart, and there were only six words in my mind: "Dog eats dog, a mouthful of hair!" ”

The Pogagong just shook his side, and then he hid in the dense forest, and the two sides began to exchange fire, crackling, and the fight was lively. Shootout, to be honest, I experienced it yesterday, but it was the first time as a bystander, just like setting off firecrackers during the Spring Festival. However, in terms of firepower and attack range, the Burmese armed forces with domestically produced Type 5 or 6 semi-automatic rifles were basically able to defeat the Japanese with small pistols.

Miscellaneous Xiaodao finally stopped carving his jade sword, and pulled me to the side to avoid it, beware of the stray bullets.

The bullet doesn't have long eyes, and if it bites the flesh, it can only cry.

The sun had sunk to the horizon, and the western sky was cloudy and golden, but the earth had begun to darken. The exchange of fire continued for another five minutes, and it was impossible to see clearly because they were hidden, but judging from the screams heard, the Japanese had already shot at least two people, while the Burmese forces led by Pogagong suffered almost no casualties.

After that, the two sides turned off the flames, and then began to shout for negotiations.

However, what is infuriating is that they ...... They actually use English as a means of communication! So even though both sides were shouting at the top of their voices, I still said that I was under a lot of pressure because of my English shortcomings. I looked back at the miscellaneous hairy trail, and he whispered that he didn't have any foreign language skills other than learning Ukrainian bed tunes with two Ukrainian beauties when he was in Jiangcheng. I have no culture, it's terrible, I'm blind, except for complaining in my heart that they don't use Yunnan to communicate for anything, I can only wait quietly for the results of the negotiations between the two sides.

However, at this moment, I found that Kato Haraji, who had been standing quietly not far from us, actually made an unexpected move:

He's sealing!

"Lin, Bing, Fighting, Person, Both, Array, Column, In, Front", this is different from the Tantric "Nine Societies Mandala" mantra that I have learned in the Twelve Methods, it belongs to the Eastern Secret (that is, the Japanese Shingon Esoteric Religion with the East Temple as the fundamental dojo, which is an outer secret, and the formalism is particularly strong, and the Japanese bushido and the shogunate killer "ninja" are all borrowed from part of the content) of the category, and later with the Japanese comic culture widely known, but I don't know that the earliest from the Eastern Jin Dynasty Ge Hong's Taoist masterpiece "Hug Puzi".

Katowara Yuki's gestures are so skillful and precise that they can be used almost as a textbook.

When the thumb and index finger of his left hand were circled, and the remaining fingers of his left hand were gently clenched into fists, covering his left hand with his right hand, and completing the last movement, a swirling white aura suddenly poured out from him. The breath was as cold as ice, and the wind was gusting, and then the kid took out something wrapped in red silk from his body, and opened it to reveal three pieces of white paper.

He quickly unfolded the three blank sheets of paper, threw them forward, and whispered a word of the devil that he didn't understand.

Something stunned happened: the three blank sheets of paper began to unfold, like air-filled balloons, floating in the air, revealing their true colors. These are three paper figures cut from white paper, all of them are women wearing kimonos, like geisha in Japanese ukiyo-e, the size and appearance are very similar, very expressive, and the whole body is white, the shape is expressed by paper-cutting skills, only the lips, deliberately painted blood red color.

This paper figure floated, and its hollow eyes looked very unfocused.

However, after that swirling breath was punched into the three paper figures by Kato Haraji with a unique gesture and incantation, the thin paper figures did not slowly fall to the grass, but all stood on it—yes, they stood on the grass, like people.

From my vantage point, I could see two paper figures standing like real Japanese geisha with a strange smile on their lips, while the other paper figure seemed to disappear because it was completely turned to the side of me.

I looked at the miscellaneous hairy path, he opened his mouth, there was no sound, but judging by the shape of his mouth, he should be saying two words: "Shikijin." ”

Like China's Taoism, Gu and Southeast Asia's head-lowering techniques, the "Shikami" thing has also been spread in the island country of Japan, and it is said that it is the specialty of Japan's Taoist priests (Onmyoji), and it is a kind of low-level spirits and gods that mortals can't see. I once read the biography of Japan's greatest onmyoji, Haruaki Abe, and I know a thing or two.

Unexpectedly, this Japanese kid turned out to be a good hand at playing with gods.

As soon as the three Japanese lady-like paper gods appeared, one of the plump women raised her eyebrows and looked at us with empty eyes. However, perhaps it was the wet rune paper that had burned last night that the Miscellaneous Trail had done its job, and after a slight pause, it turned its attention to the Baga workers who were hiding in the forest. They were as thin as cicada's wings, but their movements were surprisingly sensitive, and they began to move, disappearing into the darkness from the side, silently.

These paper-thin three-style gods gave me the illusion of seeing two-dimensional creatures.

Still, we can perceive the power of evil within.

Maybe it's demonic energy, right?

The negotiations between the two sides continued, because the distance was too far away, and Hagagong did not know what Kato Waraji was doing here, and said something loudly. I knew a little bit of English, but I gave up on this large section of English with a strong Burmese accent (Japanese accent). After about half a minute, I finally didn't have to suffer from this torture, because the screams began to start from the place where the Pogagong was.

I could see a thin soldier running backwards through the woods, and the whole man was split in half from head to toe.

It was two halves of life, and in an instant, the blood spurted out three meters high.

Then I saw a flying piece of paper man flash by.

The sudden change caught the group of Bogagong and his gang a little off guard, but fortunately, they panicked for a while, and the Japanese immediately launched a counter-charge, pushing the position back more than ten meters. But just these cucumber seedlings can't fight any beautiful battles. After a panic in the forest, I heard Buddhist scriptures coming out, farther and farther away, and later, almost unheard.

The Pogagongs retreated into the jungle and were nowhere to be found.

After a few more moments, the black suit dragged four corpses from the forest, almost none of them completely, and threw them in the clearing in front of the banyan tree. A man in a black suit stood guard at the edge of the woods, and the old man in the robe stood in front of the clearing and danced a sonorous dance. This dance is actually a kind of dancing god, but with some Japanese elements in it. The three paper women stood next to the four corpses, their red lips attached to the blood sticky, grunting and sucking.

Naturally, they can't suck real blood, but over time, the bright red blood begins to turn black.

The Japanese had died one, one was seriously wounded, and he was almost dying, and Kato Haraji had already left the banyan tree where he had just been hiding, walked over, laid the dead black suit flat not far behind the robed man, and knelt down to pray. The man with glasses was busy rescuing the seriously injured man, but apparently the effect was not obvious, and at the end, he shouted at the man in vain.

I listened carefully and understood, he was saying, "XXXX (name), Ya Butterfly ......"

In this way, this dude is not far from death.

After praying, Kato Haraji stood up, grabbed the robed man who had finished dancing the great god and said, "Teacher Liu Zhao, in your opinion, why have these guys been chasing us repeatedly?" It's unreasonable that you don't even allow the way to worship the pier! ”

The old man known as Teacher Liu Zhao nodded respectfully towards Yuan Er, and said, "Kato-kun, this neighborhood is the activity territory of the Grand Sect, and that Yao Yuan is the dark line of the Grand Sect, the reason why they are so ruthless to us, if it is not a misunderstanding, then it must be that we are here for the Qilin Fetus!" Kato-kun, you sacrificed the Shikigami that your family gave you, but you didn't kill them all, I'm afraid that the revenge they will follow will be even more dangerous! ”

I raised my eyebrows, this guy who behaved like a Japanese was actually a Chinese?