The early spring sun shines on the corridor, Bai Shi didn't stay in the living room, if he stayed there and looked at his mobile phone, the beauty teeth of the Ghost Dragon Courtyard would not give him any privacy, and he would definitely get close to the peep screen.

He chose to go to the lazy couch outside the corridor, lay down expertly, and tapped his fingers on the line.

The news came at nine o'clock in the morning, and he kept it hanging and didn't read it.

Well, the reason, naturally, was that he didn't want to reply to the message so quickly, in this way, to protest against the long-standing indifference.

Except for the meeting at the beginning of the year, Gao Liujing has not sent a single message, as if the world has evaporated.

Occasionally, Shiraishi wondered if the crystal was hanging somewhere.

Now it seems that he is still living a chic life.

Shiraishi glanced at the message that had been sent, it was a cathedral like an oil painting, with a crystal message underneath, "This is the Basilica of Our Lady of the Flowers in Florence, is it beautiful?"

Instead of paying attention to the painting-like church, he focused on the woman at the door of the church.

Her long blond hair was draped over her shoulders, and she wore a large wide-brimmed white sunhat and a white slip dress, highlighting her devilish figure.

Looking at Jing's photo, the picture of the beginning of the year naturally appeared in Shiraishi's mind.

That night, the dim light shone on her ivory-white body, revealing a special magic.

In the past, Jingjing's voice seemed to want to pull people into the grove, but at that time, her voice became thicker and thicker, sounding like a gold mine across a wall, and people's minds were full of thoughts of exerting themselves and trying harder.

"Shhhh

Compared to searching online, he feels that it is faster to ask the person on the other side directly.

Nowadays, the network is extremely developed, even if it is separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, as long as there is an Internet, a message can be sent here and received on time.

……

Florence, Italy.

The city, known as the Emerald Jade, is still in the wee hours of the morning.

The streets were filled with a light mist.

In the living room of a hotel suite, Gao Liujing didn't sleep, and the jet lag abroad hadn't reversed, and she was watching a TV series.

The mobile phone on the desktop lit up, she picked it up and looked at it, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, it was so cute, deliberately delaying the time to reply, in order to express her inner dissatisfaction.

Gao Liujing smiled, his fingers slid to unlock, looking at the message sent by Shiraishi, his white fingertips clicked on the screen, and his rosy nails were sent little by little, "Florence is an Italian city with a nice nickname, Fei Leng Cui.

The scenery here is nice, if you have time, you can come and have a look."

The message showed that it had been read, and Takayanagi lost interest in the TV series that was being played, staring at the phone screen, waiting for Shiraishi's reply.

"Where are you doing?" "I want to try to hunt the High Priest in this city." "You want to hunt down the High Priest? Are you sure? Didn't you say he was powerful?"

Shiraishi asked three questions in a row, and by the way, he raised his hand to flick back the head of someone who wanted to come over.

"Hmm," Ghost Dragon Courtyard's beautiful teeth covered her forehead with her hands, and her big apricot eyes were full of resentment, "Stingy, I don't care about letting Bai Shi-kun look at his phone casually."

"I'm not going to look at your phone." Bai Shi replied angrily, everyone was hiding out, this girl actually wanted to come over, and her curiosity was too heavy, "Do you understand personal privacy? You will stay with me."

….

"Hmph, I'm not uncommon to see, stingy~"

The beautiful tooth of the Ghost Dragon Temple pulled down her eyelids with her hand, made a grimace, and then turned around and returned to the living room.

Shiraishi shook his head and looked at the screen again, "If I don't send you a message after today, it's a hunt failure.

If you haven't heard from me for more than three months, you can prepare my funeral at Nohara Shrine."

"Tsk," he frowned slightly, Jing sometimes, like a little ghost, deliberately doing dangerous things to attract important people.

It's not once, Takayanagi always likes to put herself in a dangerous situation and do it again

The news was given to him, trying to make him worried, anxious.

It's not so much the immaturity of the character as the willfulness.

"Stupid, I won't worry about you, funeral or something, don't think about it."

Shiraishi replied, staring at the screen again, and there was no reply, just a display that had been read.

……

"Huh." Gao Liujing shrank to the sofa and looked at the message sent by Bai Shi, a smile appeared on her beautiful face.

"What are you staring at your phone?"

The bathroom door suddenly opened, and the steaming heat came out, and the woman with the short burgundy hair strode out.

She is a standard European beauty, with eyes like blue gems, clear and bright, and her facial features are full of three-dimensionality, like a statue of Venus from the hands of a master.

"I'm talking to a friend." Gao Liujing replied with a smile.

Adolf picked up the hotel hair dryer and began to blow her wet hair, surprised and said, "You can make friends with this character?"

Gao Liujing leaned back, didn't reply to Baishi's news, and said with a smile: "You really said something very excessive just now, aren't you my friend?"

"No, we're working colleagues."

Adolf shook her head and replied bluntly, "I don't want to be friends with a guy who likes to be lazy, headstrong, and like to cause trouble.

Your looks are limited to being effective against men, oh I see, the friends you're chatting with are men."

"Hehe, you guessed right." Gao Liujing shrugged, her eyes fell on the screen, and she saw the message from Shiraishi, "You can't read it back to me again!"

"Haha."

She couldn't help but laugh.

Adolf glanced sideways and said, "It's rare, you smile so happily, do you like that man?"

"Yes," Gao Liujing didn't deny it, turned the phone up, and said with a smile on his face: "It's really a pleasant thing to let the man you like be anxious and uneasy for yourself~"

"Your personality is too bad."

Adolf shook her head and turned off the hair dryer.

Gao Yanagijing asked, "How would you feel if you knew that Shiraishi was nervous, worried, and maybe even angry about you?"

Adolf thought for a moment and replied truthfully, "Guilty, I don't want people to worry about myself."

"Well, I have the opposite opinion."

Gao Liujing stopped turning her phone, looking at the two messages that she couldn't read, she seemed to be able to see someone's depressed expression, and exited the chat interface with a little hand, "It's really pleasant, I really want to hang him to the agreed deadline, and then appear on the last day to see what kind of expression he has~"

"You're the devil."

….

Adolf complained, "If you make an agreement with someone, you will implement the agreement well."

"You're really rigid, you don't know what it means to have sex between husband and wife."

Gao Liujing shook her head.

She thought that according to her plan, if they met again, Shiraishi would definitely burst out with more enthusiasm than ever.

The demands on her will also become stronger.

Thinking about that picture, her legs couldn't help but clench, and she smiled, "I'm really looking forward to it~"

"You're such a pervert." Adolf rolled her eyes, "I'm going to sleep, remember to wake me up if the High Priest arrives."

"Hmm."

Gao Liujing nodded.

Perverted, occasionally she thinks her thoughts are a little perverted.

But men just like excitement.

So did she.

I like the excitement of life the most.

Gao Liujing tilted her head, like a hunter who was about to hunt the Mengbeast, her eyes flashing with excitement.

……

In the morning, the morning in Florence was not cold, nor was it a emerald emerald green, but a warm gold.

The morning light on the buildings of Florence reflects the surging golden yellow.

From Milan to Flo

When the train arrived in Rensa, the high priest left the train station with the crowd without any luggage.

He is dressed in a snow-white robe, his short golden hair is neatly combed, even his eyebrows and eyelashes are in a golden color, his facial features are extremely handsome, and he can attract the attention of many people of the opposite sex by simply walking.

The High Priest didn't care, and looked out into the street outside the station.

That traitor is in this city.

To tell the truth, the high priest did not hold a grudge against Gao Liujing's deception and betrayal in his heart, and it was also that woman's ability to make him fall on his heels.

It's just that the organization has a traitor, so it must be cleaned up.

Otherwise, it would be unfair to the rest of the obedient members.

The high priest wanted to kill Gao Liujing, not because of any personal feelings, but purely to maintain the stability of an organization.

He wasn't the kind of person who was emotional, he was machine-like and ruthless, and he was the impression of almost everyone who came into contact with him.

Leaving the station, the high priest had not taken a few steps when a woman holding a light purple rosemary blocked the way.

This is not the first time that the high priest has received a woman's flowers on the road, and he has always refused to show affection to the opposite sex.

[I have known an old book friend for ten years to recommend to me to chase books,

A word back.

The boy seemed to be a little puzzled, tilted his head and said, "But everyone said that you died at sunset, so you must have died at sunset."

The boy's words added to the chill in the priest's heart, and he further confirmed his idea, Gao Liujing probably deliberately drew a comic strip for him.

When the story in the painting continues to happen in reality, then the subsequent story will become more and more realistic, and thus evolve into an irresistible fate.

The most uncomfortable thing is that he can't escape the story in the painting, and he can't find the person who casts the spell, so he can only passively bear Gao Liujing's ukiyo-e killing painting and passively resolve it.

If you can't solve it, you will be killed by Gao Liujing.

The woman...... The High Priest's eyes sank slightly, and the boy and his companion left and continued to sing the song of the First Destiny.

He didn't stop him, muttering, "I'm not dying so easily."

How to break the law?

The easiest way to do this is to freeze the whole of Florence and kill them all.

But the high priest would not do that, he was not a character who killed indiscriminately, and the deaths caused by sacrifices in the past were sacrifices that had to be made for the evolution of human beings, and they were righteous acts.

He has always considered himself a decent person.

Even though the world says that he is a villain, an evil villain, he still firmly believes that everything he does is out of justice.

Because of this, he could not commit the evil act of causing mass murder for his own private affairs.

"Only the whereabouts of the caster have been found." The high priest continued to step forward, trying to capture the spellcaster's thoughts, but found that the entire city was full of traces of Gao Liujing's thoughts.

….

The whole of Florence has been reduced to a scene in her paintings.

The high priest had not walked a few steps when he heard the crow of a crow, which is not easy to hear in a large city.

He looked up, and a flock of crows flew overhead, and before he could drive them away, one by one the crows rained down.

The crow's corpse smashed precisely beside the high priest in a circle, and he bent down to pick up the corpse of a crow, with a letter tied to his feet.

"Run! Run! You're going to die! Monsters come out of nowhere!"

Large, blood-colored letters appeared on the letter, and the high priest felt some difficulty breathing.

He tore the letter to shreds, froze it again, and the fragments fell to the ground, and he stepped on it with one kick, crushing it into powder repeatedly.

The sun is getting darker and darker, it is obviously daytime, there are no dark clouds, and the Florentine in the eyes of the high priest is already covered with hazy shadows, which is very strong, but it still affects people's moods.

Is the story moving on to the next stage?

The high priest coughed and looked around, and the passers-by around him seemed to look at him with the gaze of a dead man.

It was at this time that the High Priest discovered that the real horror of the ukiyo-e painting was not in the story, but in the people who knew the story.

Let's say a person is walking down the street in a good way, and suddenly a person appears and says that he is not walking right, and he can't walk like that.

The man smiled and continued to walk normally.

But everyone I saw next said that he was walking wrong, and if he couldn't walk like that, that person obviously had nothing wrong with his legs and feet, and everyone thought there was something wrong.

Then he himself will have the idea of whether he is really wrong, so that he will really forget how to walk normally.

This is the case with ukiyo-e paintings, when everyone recognizes the story on the painting and thinks that the protagonist in the painting is dead, it will invisibly increase the power of the ukiyo-e painting, and the fake will become true.

"Ahem." The high priest began to cough, and there was nothing wrong with his body, but he was driven by the cold to cough.

His blue eyes were solemn, and he understood that he was dying at sunset, but before sunset, he would lose his ability to move and wait quietly for death.

"So I'm the prey." The high priest muttered, thinking of the chase during this time, I am afraid that Gao Liujing has not shown up for a long time, and he is preparing for today's story.

The high priest took a deep breath, not sitting still, clapping his hands, and his whole body was full of thoughts

Move.

The clear sky quickly darkened, and the clouds seemed to be poured into heavy lumps of lead, obscuring the sun's brilliance.

In March, heavy snow began to fall from the sky.

"Hey, it's snowing?" "It's so pretty." "It's like a dream, it's snowing in March."

The inhabitants of Florence looked up one after another, without too much surprise on their faces, as if they had a premonition early in the morning that it would snow today and that one person would die today.

The high priest regarded every snowflake as his own eyes and ears.

The voices of the inhabitants, the fiery lingering between the lovers, the conversations of the politicians, the whole of Florence had no privacy in front of him.

But the expression on the high priest's face became darker and darker, and he understood that his search had not only been effective, but had been predicted by Gao Liujing, which further accentuated the authenticity of the story in the painting.

….

"Ahem."

The high priest coughed, a fishy sweetness welling up in his throat, and when he looked down, the piercing blood was in the palm of his hand.

He clenched his fists expressionlessly, guessing in his heart, Gao Liujing was not in Florence?

Impossible.

Even if he attacks out of sight, it is impossible to kill him at an interval of thousands of miles.

No matter how strange the Dharma of the Nian School is, there is one basic principle that needs to be observed, and that is the strength of the Dharma thoughts.

With the strength of the Great Sacrifice Judicial Mind, if you want to kill in this way, the caster can't be too far away.

He was sure that Gao Liujing was hiding somewhere in the city.

The high priest decided to go to a place where the snowflakes could not hear first, and with the thought of it, the man disappeared into this street.

Wherever there was snow, the high priest could be there.

Having just appeared on a street, he looked up at the hotel.

The people who set up the stalls on the side of the road suddenly let out a frightened cry, "Why are you still alive?"

The high priest glanced at the man, looking at the crystals and tarot cards on the table, and could almost conclude that it was the soothsayer, "You."

"You should be dead! Look at your countenance, it is clearly the face of a dead man!"

The soothsayer utters such a sentence with a very exaggerated expression and voice.

Killing turns into death.

The high priest's body trembled, and in the darkness he saw a sea of fire rise, trying to burn his internal organs.

His mind was racing, and at this critical juncture, he thought of a way to solve it.

How does the ukiyo-e painting lock itself?

There are no more than three kinds of names, appearances, and Dharma thoughts, and the high priest raised his hand, and the snowflakes in the air quickly condensed, forming ice withering exactly like him, "High Priest."

He gave the Ice Sculpture a name and a magic idea, and used the Ice Sculpture to bear the attack of the ukiyo-e killing painting instead of himself, and carefully felt Gao Liujing's magic thought, wanting to touch her own location.

However, Fa Nian broke off quickly, and the next wave of attacks struck.

The high priest made an ice sculpture again, and this snow-white ice sculpture actually came out of dung, and the white maggots kept crawling out of the ice sculpture.

The way to die is quite terrifying.

The High Priest continued to search for the source, replacing it with ice, and again and again, the death of the ice became more and more accelerating.

He felt that the distance from Gao Liujing was getting closer and closer, like a layer of fog that was about to dissipate with a wave of his hand.

……

"No, I'm going to be found." Takayanagi Jing was sweating on her forehead, and the hotel room was covered with ukiyo-e style paintings, each painting corresponded to what the high priest had experienced, but in the painting of constant death, it failed to achieve what he wished.

She knew that the high priest was not easy to kill, and she had specially prepared twenty-five methods of death, but she still underestimated the means of that one.

"I had to flee for my life."

Adolf glanced out the window, and the snow was falling, and all of Florence was under the watchful eye of the High Priest.

"Well, activate the backup plan so that he can meet his beloved God."

Gao Liujing nodded, she naturally wouldn't do anything desperate, she was already ready for the back, if she couldn't beat it,

Only run.

It's a pity that she worked hard for several months to paint such a series of masterpieces, but she still couldn't kill the high priest.

……

"Want to run?" The high priest tried to follow, but his eyes flickered, and his vision appeared pure white.

This......

The High Priest followed the thought for a moment, lowered his head and said, "I didn't expect that woman to let me see you again."

"Take advantage of each other."

The god of winter spoke, she didn't want to do what the woman wanted, but she was still urged by one thing, "Don't continue to talk to her, you have to speed up your actions."

"About this." The high priest wanted to explain.

"Saru is crazy, she pokes her eyes and keeps saying crazy things."

The Winter God said in a deep voice, "This means that she is about to wake up, and there is not much time left for us, so you need to get the Ice Scepter as soon as possible."

"Yes, I understand."

The High Priest nodded, and his gaze suddenly returned, it was a brief dream just now, and it was not the God of Winter who had really come to the world.

"Did you escape? What a cunning woman."

The high priest glanced at the sky, waved his hand to disperse the clouds, and decided to go to Japan himself.

White and red