I, the Lord of God, recruit witches to make money

The midday sun falls on Tokyo Bay, the sea surface shows sparkling waves, and the Rainbow Bridge in the distance turns into a long black shadow.

A beautiful-looking yacht is docked quietly on the sea.

This is the docking area for private yachts. There are not many passers-by and it is very quiet.

Shiraishi parked the BMW M8 and saw the rich man selling the yacht. He looked to be in his thirties, with dark bags under his eyes. His bloodshot eyes proved that he had not been sleeping well recently.

"Hello, this is Shiraishi who contacted you on the phone."

"Mr. Shiraishi, this is the key to the yacht. Go up and have a look for yourself. If there is nothing you are not satisfied with, the deal will be done."

The man looked tired.

Shiraishi didn't know how to comfort the widower, so he took the key and headed to the yacht that was exactly the same as in the photo.

The exterior painting is black on the bottom and white on the top, and the overall appearance is rectangular.

Shiraishi boarded the ship excitedly.

Black air filled the air instantly, and people appeared in the lobby of the yacht, facing a cheerful banquet.

The smile on his face froze.

…

Hokkaido, Sapporo.

In a two-story white western-style building with a courtyard, the silver-haired old man looked at the black mist caused by the straw and reported to a triangular object: "The person has been caught."

"So fast?" A voice of surprise came from the other end.

The old man vowed: "He was hit by my soul-stealing technique as soon as he got on the yacht, and there is absolutely no way he can escape."

"I advise you not to underestimate his strength. If the soul boy were not so important, I would not want to provoke this person."

"Master, don't worry."

The old man didn't take it seriously. His soul-stealing technique was to kill people invisible. He didn't need to face the enemy head-on. He only needed to place his thoughts on others.

When you want to kill someone, use the scarecrow to arouse the killing thoughts of those people and increase the power of the soul-stealing technique.

The person at the altar will be trapped in a dream, with life and death in his control.

Even if the opponent can break free from the soul-stealing technique and fight back angrily, the only people who will die will be ordinary people who don't know anything about it.

More powerful practitioners can attack the scarecrow.

Want to kill him?

Haha, the difficulty is no easier than for an ordinary person to follow the network cable and beat someone to death. There is no need to think about it at all.

The only thing that needs to be thought about is how to lead people to the altar.

This trouble is solved by the Internet.

In this information age, as long as you pay some money, you can buy a large amount of personal information.

Shiraishi browses the online records of yachts, allowing the old man to seize the opportunity and design the wealthy man to sell the yacht, luring him to take the bait at a low price.

"I caught him, but that woman Gao Liujing is extremely cunning. She even deceived the high priest. Can she really betray the FBI for this man?"

The old man had strong doubts about this.

At his age, he no longer believed in eternal love.

"Don't worry, this is the conclusion I reached by asking the Scarlet Witch for divination. He is the only weakness in Gao Liujing's heart."

The new leader was willing to take this risk, so he naturally obtained the accurate answer through divination.

As long as the Spring God Sect can capture Shiraishi, Gao Liujing can betray the FBI and regain the soul boy for them.

"That's good." The old man said, and the relaxed expression on his face suddenly turned serious, and he murmured: "This kid has a lot of trouble."

…

Shiraishi understood that he had been tricked, and he was not panicked, but was a little disappointed.

This yacht turned out to be a scam.

He pursed his lips and stared silently at the lively banquet in front of him, intending to analyze what it was before deciding how to kill the person behind the scenes.

"Jack."

A woman who looked exactly like the heroine of Titanic was slowly approaching with a goblet in her hand. She let out a soft cry and her eyes revealed a lustful luster.

If you agree, you will be trapped in this dream and unable to extricate yourself.

Shiraishi saw that this was a kind of witchcraft.

The characteristic of witchcraft is that it is weird. Very few wizards duel with anyone head-on. They usually hide in the shadows, each one more shady than the other.

Those who offend the wizard will die without knowing whose hands they will die.

But he is an exception.

"I'm not Jack," he said.

The excitement of the banquet suddenly stopped, and everyone looked here. There was no excessive reprimand, but everyone's eyes showed a kind of reproach.

The woman's eyes were the same, "Jack, stop talking nonsense and drink this glass of wine."

"I'm not Jack," he repeated again.

"Jack, you're Jack, Jack, Jack."

The woman murmured these words repeatedly. Under the warm light, her gorgeous face looked a little more paranoid and crazy, as if something would come out of her face in the next second.

"You're Jack!"

"No, I am not."

Shiraishi answered firmly again, his eyes scanning the surroundings, ignoring the layer upon layer of pressure in the void.

He just wants to stimulate this witchcraft to the highest level, and then find out the wizard hiding behind the scenes.

Do you think that by grafting your own Dharma thoughts, people will be unable to trace them?

It's ridiculous, the grafted Dharma thoughts also have traces, but ordinary people can't detect them, but they can't hide them from him.

Shiraishi's eyes peered behind them. The man seemed to be aware of the danger and began to look crazy and embarrassed.

Shinjuku, Edogawa, Ikebukuro, Adachi Ward...in the 23 wards of Tokyo, everyone who was entrusted with the spirit of the old witch saw a pair of eyes almost at the same time.

Clear and bright, like a torch in the dark night, people can't take their eyes away at all, turning into moths and immersing themselves in it.

"What is this?" Musashi stared in shock, thinking that he was working overtime for too long every day and had the hallucination that he was about to die suddenly.

He hesitated in his mind whether to ask his boss for leave and go home to rest, when a panicked voice suddenly sounded in his ears, "Stand back!"

Musashi could swear that he had never heard the old man's voice. It was like two pieces of old tree bark rubbing together, hoarse and unpleasant.

"Who is it?" He stood up and looked around. His colleagues also looked at him with strange eyes. Except for the sound of typing on the keyboard, no one spoke.

"Old guy, are you the one who tricked me?"

Another young man's voice sounded in his mind, and Musashi became more and more frightened. This was not an illusion, nor was his colleague joking. Was there really someone in his head?

"No, no, you can't kill me, you kill me...ah!"

Before he finished speaking, there was a loud scream.

It seemed that at the same time, many people screamed, and Musashi heard them all.

The pain seemed to tear his soul apart.

"Don't panic, the old guy who harmed you is dead."

A gentle voice brushed through my heart.

Musashi blinked. What old man harmed him?

I don't understand it at all, the voices in my head disappear, and my mind feels clean and refreshing.

"Musashi! What are you doing?"

The boss's roar made him subconsciously reply, "I'm sorry, I'll get to work right away."

He chose to sit down and continue working on his own design.

As for the voice in his head, pretend it doesn't exist. People like him will do whatever it takes to die.