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

Hokkaido, Sapporo.

When Shiraishi stepped into this hall, a silver-haired old man threw himself on the glass table. The wrinkles on his face were twisted together, and the word "horror" almost spilled out of his face.

The longer you live, the more you fear death.

This sentence applies to most people.

He swept across the hall and could see the fiery red roses planted outside through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows. There were no servants nearby.

Think about it, when you do bad things, you naturally want as few people around you as possible.

He had just killed so happily that he forgot to ask who this guy was. He picked up the triangular object on the table. There was a faint trace of Dharma thought left on it. He followed this trace of Dharma thought forward.

He looked beyond the high-rise buildings and dived into the endless blue ocean, and he forcibly caught up with the intermittent thoughts of the law.

There are also beaches, exotic streets, and darkness shrouding the earth. These scenery surprised Shiraishi. Are you not from this country?

He continued to chase, and a brightly lit mansion hall appeared in front of him. The decoration style was luxurious and it looked resplendent.

There was no one inside.

Dharma thoughts were also artificially eliminated. Shiraishi didn't think these were coincidences, "Hell Hound."

This is the highest-level tracking yin-yang technique he has mastered, and it is very easy to use.

He often uses this to hunt down his enemies.

Four Chinese characters suddenly appeared on the golden wall. Immediately afterwards, green flames burned on the Chinese characters, pouring out and converging into the flame shape of a thin-waisted dog.

The slender-waisted dog sniffed the air, catching the enemy's remaining scent here.

After going around in a circle, the hound barked, jumped up, and turned into a ball of flames and penetrated into the void.

…

Shinoda Ryoka is staying away from her favorite mansion. She has eliminated all the smells related to it, but she still feels unsafe.

The soul-stealing elder's soul-stealing technique is one of the best in the Spring God Sect. He can kill people and trap people with just a thought.

She was born by her mother and inherited all the memories of the previous leader, so she naturally understood how hidden that person's thoughts were.

Even she couldn't sort out a trace of Dharma among tens of thousands of people, and follow the trace of Dharma to find the soul-stealing elder himself.

That man was able to do it in such a short time.

If she thought this way, she didn't dare to stop for a moment, and used escape skills to stay away from the mansion, hoping to leave the sense of crisis behind her.

The more I ran, the stronger the sense of crisis in my heart became.

In the end, Shinoda Ryoka simply stopped using escape techniques to escape.

The moonlight shines on the desolate land, and a lone English road sign is inserted on the side of the road.

"Woof."

Green flames shot out from the air in front and condensed into a thin-waisted dog.

What followed was the feeling of being watched by someone, and the dark night seemed to turn into a dense cold air, drilling into the body along the pores.

Goosebumps appeared on her body, was this a fucking weakness? !

She really wanted to slap that Scarlet Witch to death for charging so much money to give such a fatal divination.

"This is the personal action of the soul-stealing elder and has nothing to do with me!"

She tried to defend herself, but her pale face made it less convincing.

"die."

A short and cold word fell into her ears from the far away shore of the Pacific.

Shinoda Ryoka couldn't catch the trajectory of his thoughts. He just noticed that his internal organs were rapidly failing at the moment when the thoughts came to him.

He didn't even have the strength to fight back, and he vomited a mouthful of blood, "Ahhh!"

She howled in agony.

The green flames dissipated in the air, and the feeling of being watched disappeared.

Shinoda Ryoka was so painful that she rolled on the spot, her limbs twitched, and within two seconds, she stopped breathing.

Gurgling, her belly made a sound, from flat to bulging, then cracked open, and a bloody baby came out and fell to the ground.

Without taking a few breaths of fresh air, she quickly grew up to a young age, with long hair reaching her waist, and a smile on her face, "Oh, it's so dangerous, wow."

She spit out a mouthful of blood again, and her new internal organs were as exhausted as before.

"?!" The pride on Shinoda Ryoka's face solidified, and was replaced by shock. Her mother learned the lesson from the death of her previous leader, and specially gave her the ability to reincarnate, in order to save her life after death came.

I didn’t expect that the word “death” would have a lasting effect.

Shinoda Ryoka must die.

"Damn it." She cursed angrily, and the new body fell next to the original body.

Within a few seconds, the flat belly swelled up again, and it was extremely difficult to break through the belly and breathe in the fresh air outside.

A non-humanoid creature slowly crawled out, growing to the size of an adult golden monkey in a few breaths.

It gave up the name Shinoda Ryoka and the human body, wanting to try to see if it could escape the word death.

Any law in the world will have loopholes. Whether you can get through the loopholes and avoid the attacks of the law depends on whether the person being attacked has enough means.

It waited for a while and found that its internal organs did not appear to be exhausted, knowing that it was avoiding the word death.

The problem is that if the body cannot be restored, it cannot speak. Even the food must match the eating habits of the golden monkey.

Hey, it took one step at a time, sighed inwardly, walked a few times, adapted to the golden monkey's walking style, and found the mobile phone from the original corpse.

Choosing a monkey means seeing that the monkey is close to people and can use a mobile phone. It sends a message to his subordinates and asks them to send a car to pick him up.

The soul boy still thought of other ways.

…

Ota Toshiro suddenly woke up, just like in the middle of a dream. One realizes that this is a dream, and then realizes that the eyes before him are illusions.

He rubbed his temples with his hands, his eyes a little stunned. Losing his wife... isn't this a happy thing?

Why is he so sad that he loses sleep and even sells his luxury yacht for a cheap price?

He couldn't remember clearly. There was a memory in his mind that was incomplete, and he was terrified. Could it be that he had lost patience with that yellow-faced woman and hired someone to kill her?

Toshiro Ota frowned tightly and couldn't figure out the reason. He looked at the yacht and his eyes became complicated.

No matter what, the yacht cannot stay.

You don’t have to investigate the truth of the matter, but the extraordinary bodyguard around you must be replaced by a more powerful one.

Give Sensoji some more sesame oil money and ask them to send a strong man to protect him, a devout follower of Buddha.

Toshiro Ohta made up his mind and took the initiative to come forward and said: "Mr. Shiraishi, what do you think of this yacht?"

"Yes, but are you sure you want to sell?"

Shiraishi asked back, not wanting to take advantage of anyone, "This yacht is a trap set by an old guy to harm me. Your wife should have died in the hands of that man, and he is responsible for your sorrow."

Now I kill him, and you can choose not to sell. "

"Sell, eh, I still can't bear to see my deceased wife's belongings."

Toshiro Ohta squeezed out two crocodile tears and half-believed Shiraishi's words. He could buy another yacht. He only had one life, so be careful.