Chapter 47: Female evil cultivator Michiko

So he raised his head and turned his hands to Zhou Dali and said calmly: "Lead the way."

Uncle Feng is also a master of art and courage. He has experienced strong storms and waves. Now he is not afraid of the female boss of a drug trafficking gang.

Zhou Dali made a gesture to invite the two.

Uncle Feng took a step forward and walked up the steps. Jiang Feng followed closely behind, but Jiang Feng concentrated on paying attention to Zhou Dali's movements.

Once something is wrong with Zhou Dali, he will definitely attack Zhou Dali first.

However, Jiang Feng was obviously worried because he had stepped up the stairs, and Zhou Dali still had no intention of attacking him.

Under the leadership of Zhou Dali, the three of them went straight into the villa, and they made a roundabout way, and the three of them came to the villa.

The decoration in the villa adopts a typical ancient Japanese style in Japan.

The doors of the wing room are basically sliding doors.

The interior of the villa is carved beams and painted buildings, and some ancient porcelain vases are placed.

Give people a sense of antiqueness.

Walking inward, the brightness gradually became a little dim.

The temperature is also a bit cold, which makes people feel uncomfortable.

When Jiang Feng and Uncle Feng followed to the underground space of the villa, there was another scene.

There are also decorations under the villa, but the atmosphere is a bit gloomy.

When Uncle Feng and his friends followed Zhou Dali down the stairs, they happened to see a statue of god hanging in front of the stairs.

It was a general war god full of purple and green, with a green face and fangs, and a armor.

Uncle Feng's eyes were condensed, and he glanced at Jiang Feng with his head, giving Jiang Feng a look of safety.

Jiang Feng also noticed the statue of the god. Jiang Feng, who had browsed many statues of the island country, recognized the general identity of the statue at first sight.

This should be the "Shiji" worshipped by monks from the island country!

Judging from the bad feeling given to Jiang Feng by the god statue, Jiang Feng also knew that this so-called Shikigami was not a good bird at all.

It is probably a "evil god!"

Thinking of this, Jiang Feng felt cold on his back and subconsciously opened the distance.

Jiang Feng has not practiced to the point where he opened the Yin and Yang eyes, but Uncle Feng can do it.

In Uncle Feng's opinion, the evil spirit of the sage is soaring to the sky, and the rich black evil spirit is so powerful.

Seeing this situation, Uncle Feng couldn't help but become alert.

This Shikigami was sacrificed and refined into an evil god, and it must have been contaminated with human blood and human oil.

Jiang Feng was a little nervous. Compared with the world of "Midnight Bell", Michiko is not an easy existence to mess with.

To put it bluntly, Michiko is now a demonic monk and has become a demon. If she wants to compare with Sadako, it is much more powerful.

Jiang Feng secretly scolded himself for being useless. Just like this, how can he stay in the world of demons and monsters in the future?

Walking down the stairs and coming to the underground space, a maid in an orange kimono came towards him. The maid beat the skin drum and said in Japanese: "Welcome!"

Uncle Feng was confused when he heard the croaking Japanese. Uncle Feng turned around and asked Jiang Feng, "Xiaofeng, do you understand?"

Jiang Feng nodded and replied with a smile: "She is saying welcome."

Although the system did not give Jiang Feng the ability to destroy the world, it gave Jiang Feng the ability to understand languages ​​in various countries.

Therefore, Jiang Feng doesn’t have to worry about Japanese communication.

Uncle Feng nodded, Jiang Feng was in Japanese, so it would be no problem to communicate with Michiko next time.

The kimono maid bowed to the two to express her welcome.

Zhou Dali made a gesture of inviting the two of them again, went straight to the wing room, opened the wing room, and made a gesture of inviting the two of them again.

Uncle Feng and his two men walked in without doubting him.

As the two entered the wing room, they saw a woman wearing white clothes inside, a black Yin-Yang Taoist robe with a pattern embroidered with nine chrysanthemums and a long hair tied up, with a gloomy appearance, pale skin, and blood-red lips.

It was Michiko at this time.

Michiko, a dark-hearted Japanese evil cultivator, boos in the exorcist police movie.

Seeing Michiko, Jiang Feng felt nervous, focused and became alert.

Michiko was so kind. Jiang Feng's subtle vigilance quickly attracted her attention. She looked at Jiang Feng, and a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes.

Obviously, this was the first time she had seen Jiang Feng.

She stood up, folded her hands in front of her lower abdomen, tilted her body slightly, bowed halfway to Uncle Feng and Jiang Feng, and said with a smile: "The master is here to stay in the humble house, I don't know what is the matter? Michiko has lost her farewell greeting, so please forgive me!"

Although Michiko had an amiable smile on her face, Jiang Feng kept paying attention to her expression and movements.

He keenly sensed the viciousness in Michiko's eyes.

But Michiko gave him a very ladylike and noble feeling.

Jiang Feng's eyes were dazed and he recovered in a blink of an eye. He narrowed his eyes and felt a little surprised.

Just now, Michiko's eyes could shake people's spirits.

Seeing that Jiang Feng's eyes were clearer, a look of surprise flashed in Michiko's eyes.

Uncle Feng was obviously much stronger than Jiang Feng. He just narrowed his eyes, but he didn't realize anything about Michiko's gaze.

To be precise, Uncle Feng has been practicing for many years, and Maoshan Technique emphasizes the refining of spirits. Uncle Feng is indeed unique in this regard.

"You are using evil magic to manipulate Zhuzhu's corpse to engage in drug trafficking. This behavior is not what people in the practice should do..."

Needless to say, Uncle Feng and Jiang Feng did not sit down, and they meant that they did not want to sit down with each other and talk properly.

Michiko smiled without thinking about the past and nodded confidently, "Why don't the mage look at my sincerity?"

After Michiko finished speaking, she clapped her hands.

The door of the wing room was creaking and opened. Zhou Dali, wearing a gray suit, strode into the wing room, carrying a suitcase in his hand.

After glanced at Uncle Feng and Jiang Feng, he went straight to the three-person table, placed the black suitcase on the table, and pulled it out, and the suitcase was opened directly, revealing stacks of red banknotes inside.

"This is one million Hong Kong dollars. It's a little sincerity, and it's not worth mentioning. Please accept it, the two mages!"

One million Hong Kong dollars, in the 1990s, could be said to be a big number.

Michiko was afraid of Uncle Feng’s profound Taoist skills and was willing to pay HK$1 million in order to calm down the situation. There may not be any intention of making friends with Uncle Feng and the others.

In Xiangjiang, the salary of the Royal Police was not high, so until the 21st century, when many people in Jiangfeng were willing to be policemen on the earth.

Because the salary is really low.

The same was true in the 1990s.

It was the first time Jiang Feng saw so much money. To be honest, he was really moved.

But he knew very well that this kind of money was too dirty.

Uncle Feng looked at the other person with a expressionless face, and was silent for a few seconds, and suddenly laughed.

That kind of laughter is a sarcastic smile.

Michiko smiled, but she felt that Uncle Feng was very wise, so she finally chose to shake hands with her and no longer pursued Zhuzhu's corpse to carry poison. She showed a relieved smile on her face.

(End of this chapter)
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