Gasping and standing up straight, Tang Ze wiped the blood from his cheek and hissed.

The screaming strange spiders scattered into swords, and the disheveled Marudenjiro, who had been beaten to the point of falling out of his bun and disheveled, fell to the ground and begged for mercy.

"Get out of the way, uncharacteristful scum." Tang Ze toe toe away the muddy guy who was lying on the ground and walked towards the room behind him.

"Don't, don't take it!" Marudenjiro's shadow grabbed Karasawa by the ankle and cried and pleaded, "Don't take it, you can take whatever you want, treasure, money, don't take it-"

Tang Ze squatted down, smiled and patted Maruzenjiro's cheek with a short knife stained with black mud: "That's it, it's this pain, do you feel the sins you inflicted on others?" Keep crying, louder. ”

With that, he kicked away Marudenjiro's hand and walked into the main house amid his cries.

There was a set of chests of good wood in the room, and Tang Ze was made by this familiar cabinet.

Let him guess, this is the cupboard that was used by Marudenjiro to engrave the death message in the manga......

It's a two-way street, music.

Tang Ze reached out from the top of the cabinet and took down the thing that emitted precious light.

This is a folding fan on gold paper, the handle of the fan is made of good luodian technology, and the fan surface is a golden "pill" character.

Turning to the back, there is a painting of a warrior swinging a knife and slashing at an evil ghost.

"That's interesting." Tang Ze looked at this painting carefully, and there was a kind of sigh that was difficult for outsiders.

The collector who used the sword to slay the evil ghost as a treasure, but turned into an evil ghost, if there was no Tang Ze to intervene in the cross, he would really be killed by the martial artist.

Putting the folding fan away, Karasawa pressed this exquisite fan against Marudenjiro's eyebrows.

"Remember the pain of being plundered of such a treasure," Tang Ze pouted as he looked at his crying face, "and repent of what you have done, Mr. Maru." ”

The old Marudenjiro stared at the folding fan in his hand in a daze, sighed and sat up on his knees, hanging his head.

The shadow turned into a ray of light and drifted away, Tang Ze thrust the fan back and kicked the ground like a sprint, dodging the falling doors and windows behind him.

The owner of the temple has lost his twisted desires, and the temple is about to collapse.

"I'm still a little injured, I don't know if it will work with some healing skills." Tang Ze was racing against the collapsed house behind him, while summing up his experience in a self-muttering manner, "It's not safe to have only one mask, after all, I'm fighting alone, and I don't know if I have teammates ...... in the future."

I still have to work hard, Tang Ze escaped from the Maru family in a thrilling way, and told himself in his heart that at least in the cognitive world, there must be a means of transportation, right?

You're pretty when you hit someone, but the way you run away is really embarrassing!

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After a heart-stealing adventure quickly, Karasawa returned to Polo's Cafe before it was lunch time.

After Tang Ze's experiments, the healing skill can indeed restore the physical state, but it can only be used in the cognitive world, and if you don't give yourself full blood before leaving, you can only come out with your injuries.

After that, even if you enter the cognitive world again for treatment, you can't directly eliminate the wound.

Fortunately, this time his injuries were mainly on his body, and the only part that was exposed was a small cut on his face, which would not arouse the doubts of others.

Tang Ze buttoned the shirt he laced to the top so that the bruises on his chest would not be discovered, and then pushed the door back to the café.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Amuro washing the dishes with a calm face, although there was no obvious expression, but the creaking action of the wiped plates was murderous.

"Mr. Amuro?" Tang Ze reminded in a low voice, "This plate has been wiped clean." ”

Amuro came back to his senses, looked at the plate in his hand that had been wiped clean, and hung it on the shelf with a "tsk".

"Are you in a bad mood? What's wrong? Tang Ze sat down at the bar.

In the comics, his current appearance probably has to be a clump of effect lines behind him, and the black gas is coming out.

Amuro answered his question with a question: "Where did you go in the morning?" ”

Tang Ze laughed dryly: "Ahaha, I just went out for a walk, and suddenly asked why this?" ”

Ah, what's going on, no, no one will start stealing their hearts and fall off the horse.

"Haven't you been in trouble for the past two days?" Amuro's eyes were extremely penetrating, sweeping Tang Ze up and down like an X-ray, "Have you ever met a strange person on the road?" ”

Trouble, is Yuji Suwa, who is about to kill someone, count? Secretly copied a bunch of small cards, and hired a bad boy to go out and hand out?

For a while, I didn't know if Amuro had found any flaws, or if he had something else to say, Tang Ze didn't dare to reply immediately.

As a result, Amuro suddenly glared, and took a step closer to pinch Tang Ze's side face.

"Pain, pain, pain—" The scratch that had not yet healed was pulled by Amuro, and it hurt like a pinprick, and Tang Ze hurriedly dodged from his hand.

The minor in the care of the minor still had an accident under his nose, and Amuro breathed without a beating: "How did the wound come about?" Do you find yourself being stalked? ”

Tang Ze blinked, speculating on the reason for Amuro's anger, and said ambiguously: "It's just an ordinary scratch...... Nothing happened......"

Amuro didn't buy it, and reached out and pulled the collar of his tightly buttoned shirt: "I'm not honest, I don't have to admit that your shirt didn't button so high when you went out in the morning." ”

Tang Ze was bruised by the big spider a lot, and it hurt to hit someone with a katana, and he lost 25 blood at once, which was reflected in the body was a long bruise mark on his chest, which extended to the collarbone, and the scar was about to turn black.

Amuro pulled it through, and the bruise was exposed.

"Assaulted?" Toru Amuro folded his arms and had an unhappy expression of "make up, you continue to make up".

"Don't count...... Tang Ze straightened his neckline and reacted, "Go out in the morning?" Didn't Mr. Amuro not go to work when I went out in the morning, how did you know that my shirt was not buttoned? ”

"I arrived as soon as you went out, and then I saw someone sneaking after you, not like a good guy, I want to follow him to see what he is going to do," Amuro did not hesitate to reverse the order of events, packaging his tracking as an action taken in fear of being a minor, "I found out that you were consciously dumping him." ”

Tang Ze blinked twice.

Well? Someone stalking me? Still dumped by me?

Could it be that Amuro followed me, and then someone else followed me, and I flashed into the cognitive world with a feint, and the two stalkers collided together?

Tang Ze, who had guessed eighty percent of the facts, breathed a sigh of relief.

Isn't it about the Monster of Conscience bandits? It's good if not.

Karasawa began to explain along with Amuro's thoughts: "Someone has indeed been following me for two or three days, maybe since the day I arrived in Tokyo. I don't know what side of them are. ”

With a heavy expression, Tang Ze decisively threw the pot outward.

The current Tang Zezhao, whether he was framed by his high-level retaliation, or was followed by the organization, or there were other forces who wanted to attack, it was reasonable.

I don't know whose stalker it is, I'm sorry, I'll hurt the underage pot, so I'll leave it to you!