Recalling the past, the tree planter habitually lifted his forehead.

But only touched the smooth scalp.

Looking at his palm, he laughed at himself.

He has been bald for almost ten years, but he still can't change this habit.

The moment he swore his allegiance to Minister Tendo, took the "Ghost Shiba's Hair" and obtained "God-given Power", he also lost his flowing hair forever.

People who take "miracle things" will not only acquire special abilities, but also the characteristics of their personalities and certain body parts, they will also move closer to the corresponding ghosts.

However, when he remembered that the respected President Changda also had this hairstyle, he felt relieved.

The sound of footsteps interrupted the scattered thoughts of the tree planter.

"President Zhongzhi, I'm sorry..."

Several men covered the back of their heads and walked down from the cabin above.

Among them, there are two people who were stunned by Abe-ji Temple in the stairwell and awakened by their companions who came over.

"Forget it, don't blame you, this guy's skills are not something you can deal with. Take him up, and throw him into the open sea later... and this knife, find a suitcase and pack it in a suitcase and dedicate it to the It's only like that when you're an adult."

Having said that, he handed the sword wrapped around the talisman paper to his subordinates, and Zhongzhishuren walked towards the top of the cabin.

"Yes, my lord... stinky boy, you were quite ruthless just now."

The two men stepped forward and kicked Abe Temple fiercely, carrying him away.

…

Half an hour later, a white van stopped on the dock.

"Even if you're late, you're still interested in bringing a **** board? Uchimura Ryuo, what does the lord want..."

On the deck, Nakazhishuren had his hands behind his back, looking disdainfully at Uchimura Ryuo who was boarding the ship and Yuma Yuma, the bird he was holding behind him.

"It's just a bit of a traffic jam coming from Tokyo, things are here... As for this woman, I'll deal with it when I get to the high seas..."

Uchimura Ryuji was vague, and took out the tachi in his hand.

"Do they all use the high seas as trash cans? People's awareness of environmental protection is too poor..."

The tree planter in Zhongzhi twitched slightly at the corners of his eyes, and then his face turned solemn.

"Let's inspect the goods first... It should be the same one from the looks of it. Pull it out and check it again."

Several men immediately stepped forward and carefully compared every detail with the photo.

After all, such an "antique" will inevitably be counterfeit. If such a low-level mistake is made, causing the wrath of the grown-up, the lives of the two of them will probably be lost.

Hearing the words, Uchimura Ryusheng tried to pull it out.

"Uh... what kind of broken knife... is it rusted to death?"

The demon sword, July rain, stands still.

…

ten minutes later.

"Hum, hum... Work harder... Yes, come again, don't stop..."

Seven or eight men stood at two ends like a tug of war, holding the demon sword Qiyueyu in their hands.

Among them is Uchimura Ryuo, who recently ingested the "Water Tiger's Liver" and his strength has increased again.

A group of big men exhausted their strength to suckle, but they couldn't even pull out an inch of the worn-out sword.

"If you can't pull it out, it would be a dereliction of duty to leave it in the hands of that lord."

The impatient Zhongzhishuren stepped forward, took off Yumako Tori's headgear and the towel over his mouth, and looked at the witch who was staring at him with angry eyes.

"Tell me, how can this broken knife be pulled out?"

"Julyueyu is called the 'demon sword that never leaves its scabbard', and only those who approve of it can pull it out. How can it be that those of you who have no faith can get your hands on it..."

Little Bird Yumayumi looked at the surrounding environment and turned his head in disdain when he saw the July rain in the hands of the men "tug-of-war".

"If you explain obediently, maybe you can suffer less for a while... After all, this old man is not a bad person..."

Seeing Yumayumi's resolute expression, Zhongzhishuren sneered and waved.

A few people knowingly put down the tachi in their hands, and pushed Yuma Yumori to the cabin on the next floor.

"Yo, didn't you bring an extra person here..."

In the cabin, seeing Abe Temple tied up, Uchimura Ryuo looked curiously at the tree planting man in the middle.

"This is the mouse that I touched on the boat and injured a few of my subordinates... However, if this guy can find this place, it is inevitable that our position has been exposed. Time is limited, let's go first, and then slowly pry open this one on the way. The Secret of the Knife."

Zhongzhishuren glanced at his watch and signaled his men to prepare to leave.

"Oh? It seems that this journey will not be boring anymore..."

Looking at Abeji's handsome face, Uchimura Ryuuji licked the corner of his mouth lightly, revealing an evil smile.

…

"Hey, Yukihira, where is your support?"

Behind the pier, Sousuke Araki looked at the 18-meter-long yacht in front of him.

The man who had kidnapped the little bird You Clan was reporting something to a vulgar-looking Mediterranean uncle on the deck.

The other men who got out of the car pushed Yumayumi Kotori into the cabin.

"What? You are still on the East Coast line? Are you expected to arrive in half an hour?"

Seeing that the yacht had already started the engine and started to slowly leave the shore, Sousuke Araki was a little anxious.

He rode behind the car all the way, and drove nearly 300 kilometers along the East Coast Main Line before arriving at Nagoya Port.

Fearing that the other party would know the news through the insider of the police station and be silenced, there is no way to seek assistance from the Nagoya police. The only support that can be expected is Ryoma Erima, who came from Tokyo, and a certain "secret department" in Higashino's mouth.

"No, I can't wait any longer... If you drag on like this, I don't know what they will do to the Little Bird You..."

Hanging up the phone, Sousuke Araki ran to the side of the pier anxiously.

"Bastard, that guy Sousuke hung up the phone!"

On the highway, a police car flashed its lights and galloped down the emergency lane.

Yukihira Higashino growled in the passenger seat, and then made another call.

"By the way, he has the positioning software I installed on his mobile phone, you can check it with my mobile phone! Damn it, hurry up for me... Why do I have a hunch that this time I'm going to cause big trouble..."

It was the Ryoma who hit the accelerator all the way from the driver's seat.

"Is Mochizuki? Yes, that guy Sousuke saw the boat leaving the shore and rushed up... What, you happen to have a group of people on a mission nearby? I'll share the location permissions of his mobile phone with you now..."

Higashino Yukihira immediately contacted Mochizuki Ayano who was in another car.

…

In the cabin on the first floor, several men from the National Essence Association headed by Ken Funamura were sitting with their legs crossed, sitting idle at a small table chatting.

The ship has now reached the sea, and it is impossible for anyone to catch up.

After a day of running around, they can finally relax.

Several men are watching an indescribable movie together.

On the table, in the open black leather case, there are three tachis neatly placed.

The double sword [Sun and Moon] and the chrysanthemum character Nozong who was sealed by the talisman paper.

Qiyueyu, the demon knife, was taken down by the tree planter along with Yuma Yumiya.

"Come on, come on, the market is open, it will take a few minutes for Lord Uchimura and that little white face to come up? I bet three minutes... no, five minutes..."

A man took out a small book with a yin smile, and it seemed that he planned to "take a seat".

"Bastard, don't speak ill of Uchimura's messenger in the back... He can be invisible, maybe he's right behind you right now, do you think he has a long life?"

Funamura Ken in a suit frowned and reminded him in a low voice.

"No, how could Lord Uchimura be willing to let that little white face... If you change the market, can that woman persist for a few minutes under President Zhongzhi's torture?"

"Tsk, you guy..."

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