The mist is wisps, and there are no pedestrians near the remote Pingjiang Lane.

Qi Xuance clasped his hands and watched Jingjing's desperate head burn out little by little, turning into a handful of ashes, dissipating little by little in the morning breeze.

Self-inflicted sins are unforgivable, and it was innocence and ignorance that killed her, the problem is, this is Pingjiang Lane......

Holy place on earth.

Since the day it was completed, the status of the Flat Craftsman Lane has been extremely transcendent -

When has you ever been so provoked by a demon?

The cold air in Qi Xuance's narrow eyes almost condensed the air into ice.

As if he had a heart, he turned his head and saw the old man standing quietly in front of the window on the second floor, and his old face like dry bark could not see much expression.

"Don't grind, take the boss, find him, and torture him. ”

The old man threw out a purple pendant, put down the curtain, and said lightly.

Qi Xuance stretched out his hand to hold the pendant and spread out his palm, it was a crystal jade in the shape of a six-pointed star, the size of his thumb, and his appearance was ordinary.

Biting his lip, Qi Xuance suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself hard!

This time it really exerted its strength, and half of his face became red and swollen.

He is the new owner of Pingjiang Lane, and all the actions about provoking Pingjiang Lane are undoubtedly a slap in the face, such as this moment.

"What is strong and what is weak, the strong will always be strong, and the weak will always be weak, it has nothing to do with what means are used, what weapons are used, whether it is one's own or the blood beast!" The old man's voice came from the old building.

"Don't be superstitious about your own strength, that's the opinion of the weak, take the boss and crush them. ”

Qi Xuance listened quietly, the redness and swelling on his face disappeared little by little, and he suddenly knelt down on his knees, kowtowed firmly to the second floor, and then turned to leave.

Crush them?

No

For the first time, the idea of going to hell rose in Qi Xuance's heart.

......

Aerodrome.

Security.

Boarding.

With a slow takeoff.

A few hours later, in the slightly salty and humid air, Qi Xuance officially stood on a foreign land.

Stepping out of the airport hall and summoning a taxi, Qi Xuance handed over a note.

The note was written in Japanese by the lady he asked the flight attendant, and it was an address.

The taxi started, not so unexpectedly, and the bespectacled driver began to make small talk in fluent Chinese.

"The Chinese people are really getting richer and richer, and we really need to thank you for our local economic growth. He tilted his head and saluted.

Qi Xuance didn't bother to tell whether it was kindness or ridicule, but he closed his eyes in the back seat and pretended to sleep.

There is no human sanctuary in the small island country, but there is also a demon hunter organization, and the address on the note is the largest gathering place for demon hunters in the island country, the Long Tail Group.

The reason why Qi Xuance went there was, of course, not to ask for help, he just needed a translator who was familiar with the customs and was familiar with the subspecies of hell, and that's it.

"I used to pick up a guest, a mother and daughter, and they kindly asked me to be their chauffeur and translator here, and oh, that really scared me, it was like they had come to buy the whole mall......

"It's so generous, I don't even look at the label, and the thin bank card seems to be sealed with a money printing factory, which is amazing......" The taxi driver muttered like a chatterbox.

"Mieko, my beautiful and stupid wife, I know she has always wanted to live like that, she always complains about the hard times, but people are different, am I right, handsome guest?

Qi Xuance suddenly opened his narrow eyes, glanced at the driver through the rearview mirror in the car, and said lightly: "Let's go home and take a look after this trip, I see that your Yin Tang is green, and it seems that you owe a forgiveness hat in your life." ”

The driver didn't know what it meant, so he deliberately looked at his forehead, which was normal, and would he look better wearing a hat?

He was about to ask clearly, but when he saw Qi Xuance close his eyes again, he had to muttered and drove with his head down.

Turning around, far from the city,

The taxi eventually stopped next to a sprawling retro complex.

The first temple in Kannai.

Among the lush trees, a round arch bears the name of the complex, which is actually written in Chinese.

Qi Xuance got out of the car, but saw the taxi turn around and drive back and forth quickly, was he in a hurry to go home?

It's a pity that it's late, green knows no borders, and the world is always full of green, and the grass is green.

Smiling slightly, Qi Xuance stepped on the bluestone slab ground and walked into the temple, while looking at the ancient buildings around him, he urged a wisp of breath.

The temple is quite deserted, except for pedestrians visiting the garden in twos and threes, there is not much hustle and bustle in the huge temple.

Just two minutes later, a middle-aged ronin with clogs and a bun on his head hurriedly came, walked up to Qi Xuance's side, and spoke in Japanese.

Qi Xuance shook his head and threw over an ancient wooden waist plaque engraved with the old building in Pingjiang Lane.

The middle-aged ronin caught it steadily, looked at the waist card, and his face couldn't help but change, and even his waist was a little lower.

"I don't know if you are coming, there is a lot of neglect, please come with me. ”

This sentence is a correct and round Chinese language.

Seeing Qi Xuance's "um", the middle-aged ronin carefully led the way.

Except for the countries where the four holy places exist, in the rest of the countries, every holy place is an existence that makes the witchers look up to the mountains, and even if the holy land of Shiva arrives here, the respectfulness of the middle-aged ronin will not change in the slightest.

The two of them walked straight to the towering buildings in the distance, but when they passed a large and heavy green bronze bell, the middle-aged ronin turned around and carefully said sorry, and carefully rang the bell.

Clang......

Clang......

Clang......

Three melodious and far-reaching bells rang, and the middle-aged ronin continued to lead the way, and explained: "This is the courtesy of the temple to bring distinguished guests, the first temple in the gods, there has been no holy land for ten years. ”

The attitude of the middle-aged ronin is completely impeccable, and there is sincerity attached to his words.

Qi Xuance suddenly remembered a sentence in his mind: "The nation in front of him knows the small things and loses the righteousness." ”

But he is reluctant to comment too much on history, the human world, the demon hunter world, are two parallel lines that do not intersect, the shame of history will always be engraved in the hearts of ordinary Chinese people, and work hard, looking forward to the future shame.

But in the world of witchers, the subspecies of Hell is the enemy of humanity!

Passing through the ancient hall, without stopping, the middle-aged ronin continued to the left, where there was a small door.

Passing through the small gate, a wide courtyard planted with cherry blossom trees suddenly appeared, and nearly 100 people kneeling in the courtyard sat solemnly.

In the center are three people in kimonos, left and right are a pair of handsome and beautiful women with curious expressions, and in the middle is a drooping old man with silver hair.

Seeing Qi Xuance appear, the old man led everyone to get up.

"The leader of the long-tail group, Kazuhide Nagao, led some of the team members to greet the people of the Holy Land. ”